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Name: Brendon
Birthday: 11/13/1983
Interests: Jesus, My beautiful wife, Reading, Traveling, Sports, Yardsaling
Expertise: Finishing Cabinets, Loving my wife, Connecting with kids
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Member Since:
1/11/2006
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| He was with us in the twilight hours. We felt Him there as He whispered, "I'll help you. I'm not asking you to do this in your strength alone." Like a Father pitieth His children, so the Lord pitieth them who fear Him. For He knows our frame; He remembers that we are dust.
His breath hung low, for He was near. His very presence brought peace- like a soft fog hanging low and close, like branches covered gently in crystals of snow. He was close through the night as we slumbered and slept.
I arose, refreshed, only to be taken back by His surprising goodness, by the splendor and beauty the Artist God created while I slumbered. Bless the Lord, O my soul: and ALL that is within me, bless His holy name...who crowns thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies; Who satisfies thy mouth with GOOD things...
And my heart wells up in praise...then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee- How Great Thou Art. How Great Thou Art!!
***snow-kissed icicles***
***His handiwork***
***He breathed beauty on these branches...***
***the extravagance of each branch***
***snow-shadowed tree***
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| Today, I crawl out from a dark, miserable cave. I meander to the light, inhale the fresh air, and rejoice in simply being alive. How many times do I take simple -yet marvelous- blessings for granted until they are whisked away for a while? Realistically, my "cave-days" were short lived, but in the moment it felt- well, like mere survival... It feels wonderful to feel like doing something. To feel good. And I can not begin to count all the ways he has kept faithful to the promises made four years ago. This, my friends, was tried and true commitment all the way.
It all started a week ago with "leaving my teeth in a bucket" as he put it- all four of the wiser ones. He steadied me as I staggered into our house after wards, changed the gauze, held the bucket when the meds made me hurl, brought me pills, water, jello... Within a day, I was well on the way to recovery, with only sore gums and slow, gentle chewing of foods to remind me those oh-so-wise teeth were gone. What exactly makes them wise? Wise is not exactly the word I would have used to describe their existence or departure.
Then it started. A night in the ranks of those newborn nights. She woke, fussing, again and again. Shhh. Pat, pat, pat. Shhhh. Sigh. Exhausted, falling back into bed. Again and again.
We didn't know it would (or could) get worse, as it did Saturday night. By then, I had started with a not-so-lovely sore throat and ear ache. So we took turns, getting up to comfort those wails. And the midnight hours ticked away... Often it was somewhere between five minutes and an hour later, those precious(?) wails interrupted slumber once more. One of the worst nights I've EVER experienced. Period. I was feeling miserable by the middle of the night, trying to comfort a child full of wails and tears... And my tears flowed too. There's just not much worse than trying to comfort a hurting, not-to-be-comforted baby, when you yourself are hurting. What's wrong, little one? What is bothering you so?
The next morning was the lovely, anticipated...Baby Dedication. You can't exactly miss your own baby's dedication. So there I sat, trying to get something out of the sermon with the sore throat, ear ache, and weariness calling out for me to crawl in my bed. For a very long time. Of course, for a special occassion as such, we'd invited some of my Peacemaker's girls to come celebrate with us...and over for lunch afterwards. I'm not exactly sure how I survived, but somehow we did. Lunch was served. The girls had a good time with us, but much as I love them, I was sooo glad to see them go.
So what really was bothering Chloe? Why all those wails? I really have no idea. All i know is that we prayed for her Sunday evening before bedtime. And God answered those prayers. He does care.
I still awoke the next morning with one of the fiercest of sore throats I've ever had. I'm guessing it was strep, but since I was already taking amoxicillian (to prevent infection in my mouth) and that's what they prescribe for strep, my doctor recommended waiting it out a few days. I spent the day doing only what had to be done. So tired. Painfully realizing that in a day's time, I swallow hundreds of times. I'd grimace before each swallow.
I awoke this morning feeling oh-so grateful to be alive and feeling soooo much better. I'm never so grateful for the gift of good health than when it's been taken from me. Ah, yes, I was rejoicing, though I know someone who is truly rejoicing and dancing in the presence of Jesus after having lived a life faithful to his Savior. He has received his crown and has truly been welcomed HOME. My heart goes out to Gary's family. In my misery, I often thought of Gary and his family. I could still be grateful for so much. I may have had a fussy baby, but I had a precious treasure to hold. I may have felt terrible, but I had a husband who was committed to me and would always be there caring for me. And that you did, honey, many times over this week. Thank-you!
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