Twentyone years ago yesterday, this picture was taken…
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I am not typically a brown-bagger in fact I very rarely take my lunch to work. What I am though, is very much a creature of routine. There is a rhythm to my mornings. Disrupt that rhythm and you will likely disrupt my sweet disposition as well.
The other evening we had an exceptionally tasty lasagna for dinner. My bride equates food with love and she is one of the most loving people I have ever known. Cleaning up after dinner, I set aside some lasagna for lunch the following day. I put it into one of those sealable plastic devices that will be on this planet much longer than I and place it in the fridge. Knowing that getting my lunch out of the fridge before heading to work is not part of the rhythm of my morning routine — but grabbing my keys certainly is — I place my keys in the fridge on top of the sealable plastic device containing my lunch. Thus ensured that I will not leave the house without the lasagna, I relax and settle into reading a book, or maybe it was the newspaper… whatever.
A bit later that evening my daughter is rummaging through the fridge. Seeing my keys sitting on top of said plastic container she turns and glances my way. A sweet smile crosses her face and it is as if I am able to read her thoughts. “Senility is so adorable on you, dad.”
Cool news on the home front. My bride has accepted the position of Project Assistant for Disaster Relief with North Carolina Baptist Men. This will be the first time she has worked full time outside the home since the arrival of the youngin’s. If you knew my bride you would know what an awesome match she is for this job. I’m not about to suggest it to NCBM, but I have little doubt she would do this job for free… but that’s just between us, ok?
We have been aware of the efforts of this organization over the past fifteen years we have lived here in NC. In the nineties there were a few hurricanes that came through the state and there are actually still homes and situations being worked on and dealt with. Last year there were several teams of men coordinated and sent to Florida in response to their hurricane troubles. Earlier this year, friends of ours worked on teams sent to Sri Lanka to clean out wells and set up water purification systems. In each of these cases my bride would gently nudge me and suggest that I go and help. Each time I would grasp at one excuse or another. I now think my days are numbered.
The kids and I left about noon today and ran some errands, grabbed some lunch and stopped at the library. Returning home we found a note on the front door — a typical communication method around here. “Went to REX with Jan.” REX is one of the local hospitals and Jan is a close friend of my bride’s. OK, how exactly do I process this information? I went inside to get my cell phone that I had charging and therefore not with me on my travels. Sure enough there was the message from my bride. Apparently, her right arm went numb and she could not lift it. She eventually got ahold of Jan who took her over to the hospital. So, I head on over to the hospital myself. On the way Jan calls and tells me, “she is fine and they are going to be doing some tests. She wanted me to call you so you don’t worry.”
After a CT and some blood work, they rule out any kind of stroke and are recommending a neurologist. The doctors are thinking that a pinched nerve may be the cause. We’ll be calling the neurologists on Monday to see how quickly we can get an appointment.
So, what have we learned? Charge your cell phone overnight so it is ready to go with you the next day. Even if it takes just a little longer, leave a bit more detail in notes that include any reference to a hospital. Hospitals now take Visa and Mastercard. They even have those easily reconizable decals by the cash register. OK, they didn’t have a cash register, but they did have the stickers.
A young lady who is very special to me is leaving in the morning. My daughter Nicole and several others will be traveling to Puerto Rico. They will be spending about eight days there working with a local orphanage. There will be some physical labor involved — painting and such — mostly theirs will be a mission of interaction with and ministering to the orphans. My request is for prayer for Nicole and the team; certainly for travel mercies and for hearts to be touched.
I also have a particular request. My daughter has been working with children (six and seven year olds) full-time this past school year and right now intends to return to the work this fall in addition to school. She has been richly blessed by the experience. I see a young lady who has a heart for children and especially those who have lived more life than a child should. Call it a father’s instinct, but I believe the Lord intends to speak to her this week and my particular prayer request is for obedience on her part as well as wisdom for her father to be more supportive than protective… if you catch my drift.
There is a spot just under her earlobe. Soft. I touch my finger to this spot and she looks into my eyes. I draw my finger slowly to her chin. My bride never fails to smile.
My mom is visiting for the weekend. I love my mom! 🙂
Well, it’s here and it didn’t take long at all. We don’t have much planned but will
get away sometime this summer; hopefully back to Bar Harbor.
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