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… let us rejoice and be glad in it.”
Please also visit “It is Well with My Soul“ based on (Psalm 146:1). A powerful story and song in praise of the Holy Spirit. This song has been remade by Jars of Clay on their “Redemption” cd.
Monday morning. I look out the windows at the clouds in the sky. They look like a beautiful painting. The most perfect, fluffy little white clouds all lined up horizontally across the baby blue sky. I’m not sure if I was thinking Alfred Steiglitz then, but he would be in awe of these clouds. Or, maybe they deserved a good referral to Andy Warhol?
My daughter and her friend that stayed over wake up and start talking and playing with legos. I rush around to feed the animals, and then start on our waffles and sausages. I guessed the answer to the radio “what is that sound” contest. BUT, I couldn’t get through to be the 20th caller. She won $14,000 from the BEE 98.7 FM here in Salt Lake City, Utah.
Kids dispersed, and off to feed the animals at a friends. Their chickies and pet rat were happy to see me. Mash, lettuce, carrots, bean sprouts all around make for a good start to their day too.
I spent the day at work on the computer as I do every day. A couple cups of coffee, an apple as a snack, a yogurt later. Not, bad. I forgot something important though – water. It’s that stuff that makes up about 80% of us! Well, it seems I have a little virus that caught up with me and was so dehydrated that I ended up in the ER. My co-workers took me and stayed with me all night.
I was very scared and said a lot of prayers through my tears. A full moon night in an ER is busy. Lots of other folks much sicker than me, were there. They let me lay on the ER waiting room floor until I got in. I was touched by probably 6 different people that cared for me.
My daughter, Sam, and her daddy came later when I was almost ready to go home. I felt much better by then. Sam and I shared a bed while waiting for final labs and discharge. We had a good time watching the Simpsons. There is nothing like the hug of a child to make you feel better too.
The next morning. We are starting off a little slower. There is a young man with autism lost out in the mountains and a large volunteer search is starting. I pray that he is found quickly.
(PS He was found! We are witnesses to miracles every day. I think we just forget to pay attention. Thanks be to God.)
