Month: November 2018

Forest Bathing

I’m several days late, but I hope everyone in the USA had a wonderful Thanksgiving Day! I hope everyone else had wonderful days as well. EJ looks forward to deer hunting season all year long. He always goes hunting at a beautiful 100-acre woods…

High Pressure

It felt as if it had been a long time since I’ve posted anything and I was going to reassure you that I’m really not ignoring you all, but then I saw that it has only been four days since my last post, which…

All’s Well That Ends Well

Yesterday morning EJ had an appointment with his doctor to discuss the results of the MRI. We were both hoping and dreading learning the results. The good news is that EJ does NOT have anything like a Hydrocephalus or a brain tumor. Instead, he has…

In This Liminal Space

It’s been almost a week since I’ve written a post. I’ll try to fill in the blanks. EJ had his MRI last Wednesday. We won’t know the results until this coming Tuesday when he meets with his doctor. We are hoping/praying that he is…

Two in One

Last night was a very short night. Today was a long day. The alarms on our phones went off at 3:30 a.m., which is the middle of the dang night. We staggered out of bed and rushed around getting ready to leave for the…

Very November

A few days ago there were a few bare branches here and there, but the trees were still dressed in most of their colorful leaves. Over the last day or two, however, the leaves have been flying off the trees. Sometimes the whole sky…

Distortions

Friday the hospital called EJ to ask him questions about his health in preparation for his surgery on Monday. These are the same questions his doctor asked him during his pre-op appointment on Thursday and no doubt EJ will be asked the same questions…

Yes, Sir, Yes, Sir, Three Bags Full

As I grew up in the church, I often heard that Christians should never question God, because questioning meant a person was doubting God, and doubting God was sin. People who were full of faith never questioned God–and never felt afraid, anxious, angry, or doubt,…

Writing

EJ’s primary care physician sent him to a specialist who can remove the splinter from his hand so he can have his MRI. We met with the specialist early Wednesday afternoon. I was surprised that he is a plastic surgeon. I had expected someone…

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