I'm sorry if it bugs you, but I'm just not much of a fan of Halloween. I never have been. And each year, either because I am getting older, or because Halloween is really growing, this "holiday" seems to be celebrated more and more. It seems like it is becoming a lot like Christmas. This year I heard people talk about "the Halloween season" and the "spirit of Halloween" (I think they meant a lower case "s"). People are really decorating their yards these days, and their houses with Halloween paraphernalia. It just seems strange. What about Halloween is happy? Everyone always says it's the candy, but Halloween isn't really about candy. We get candy for a bunch of other reasons, but that's not why we enjoy Christmas or Easter...and not to make this totally a secular/sacred argument, we do say things like "Happy 4th of July" and that does seem happy enough. But Halloween celebrates dead things, morose things, macabre things. What's happy about that?
You probably think I'm being Ebenezer Scrooge, but please...reserve him for Christmas! Or maybe you think I'm legalistic and think Halloween is sinful. I'm not. Maybe, you'll argue, it's because I have no memory of trick-or-treating and that has scarred me for life. Maybe so. I don't remember ever trick-or-treating, but I do think there is a picture of me at the age of 3 in a Casper the Ghost costume. You'll have to ask the parents who deprived me of such festivities. But Halloween just doesn't seem "happy" to me.
Personally, I don't think I missed out. I don't think there is much to celebrate about Halloween. What good comes from celebrating a witch, a skeleton, or a monster? Am I missing something? I think Peggy Noonan makes a good point when she states, "What you applaud, you encourage. And: Watch out what you celebrate!" I think this is especially true of matters relating to Hollywood and the entertainment industry. Which is a nice segue, although not intended, to mention my frustration with the inbredness of the media and entertainment industry. Since Leslie has been sick, I've been upstairs more. Which means I've been around the TV more and have seen news and award shows. I guess having not seen these for a while, and then watching them now, it is painfully clear to me that Hollywood and the media do nothing more than get together and pat each other on the back. This global warming thing is a good example, with Al Gore being the chief example. Come on! This guy is the biggest hypocrite when it comes to personal responsibility for conservation and they pour on the awards??? More than that, at one award show it was as if they worshipped the man when he came on stage. No one got the applause and ovation that he did. And it is public knowledge that he owns a company that sells these carbon credits that are supposed to offset carbon emissions. That would be like the owner of a bullet-proof vest manufacturing company using the microphone and getting awards that promote the tragic, and frightfully growing trend of gun violence in America. But the circle is so inbred, they fail to see it. And America keeps clapping, and even celebrating, by watching the shows and movies they produce. And we wonder why their agenda gains the ground with the speed that it does! Frankly, Hollywood scares me more than the little ghouls running around the neighborhood tonight. By the way, if you're really mad at me now and think I'm totally cuckoo for saying anything negative about global warming let me clarify. I know that over the past 100 years the earth's average temperature has increased by 1 degree. That is not debated. The question is, "what caused it?" I'm just not convinced that it is completely man, and I'm especially not convinced that the end of the world is coming as a result of global warming. One of the people in the media who I do enjoy, John Stossel, has written a good editorial on this subject recently, and I commend it to you. I must also mention another article by him regarding a subject that I think points out another level of hypocrisy in Hollywood, and especially among rich liberals (which pretty much defines Hollywood).
Whew, that's some scary blogging there!
On a more important matter than my own banterings, Leslie is still not feeling well. The chemo continues to wear her down. She was in bed much of the day. Our friends, Ralph & Ann, came and saved her this afternoon by coming to get the kids and taking them to the park and Chick-fil-A for dinner. They then took them to First Baptist where the kids met up with Grandad, Mimi, and Poppie for "Trick-or-Trunk." The members of FBC parked cars around the loop at the church and handed out candy out of their trunks. Kind of a cute, and safe way to do it. And see, I'm not depriving my children!! They had a wonderful time, and made some good memories with Grandad, Mimi, and Poppie. Of course, I do have a mind to sneak into their candy bags tonight and throw out half of it. Hmmm, that might be a risky move worth making!
Pray that Leslie's body will rebound quickly, that the kids will feel secure (they continue to get up in the night), and that I won't be such an unbelievable wretch of a husband, father, and employee in the midst of all of this.
Before signing off, I want to include a video that Leslie has on her blog. It is extremely encouraging and powerful...and worth every bit of the 13:22 of your time. The authenticity with which this guy speaks given his condition is mind-boggling. I should be this confident in Christ in my situation, and it pales in comparison to his.
miércoles, 31 de octubre de 2007
martes, 30 de octubre de 2007
Quick Update
I just haven't had much time to write, so here is a quick update until I get the opportunity to write more.
We had four really good days, in a row. But Monday, Leslie was up and down with her tummy from 12:40 AM on until 7 AM when we finally all faced the reality that we had to get up and go. It was an exhausting day.
Today, Leslie went for her chemotherapy treatment and so far just feels very wiped out. Her parents are helping out until I can get home each evening, which has been a huge blessing. Some friends from Westminster are also bring dinner tonight, for which I am very thankful.
The kids are really stretched right now. We ended up with 2 on our bedroom floor before morning came this AM. Everything seems to be a big deal right now...lots of drama. I think they're each dealing with more than they can communicate. Pray for wisdom as we try to lovingly care for them.
We had four really good days, in a row. But Monday, Leslie was up and down with her tummy from 12:40 AM on until 7 AM when we finally all faced the reality that we had to get up and go. It was an exhausting day.
Today, Leslie went for her chemotherapy treatment and so far just feels very wiped out. Her parents are helping out until I can get home each evening, which has been a huge blessing. Some friends from Westminster are also bring dinner tonight, for which I am very thankful.
The kids are really stretched right now. We ended up with 2 on our bedroom floor before morning came this AM. Everything seems to be a big deal right now...lots of drama. I think they're each dealing with more than they can communicate. Pray for wisdom as we try to lovingly care for them.
lunes, 29 de octubre de 2007
hygiène quotidienne
Signer sans réfléchir le document "intermediate customer" est équivalent à se laver chaque jour avec notre savon "Special-Forex". Est-ce que l'industrie nous prend vraiment pour des billes ?
Une solution proposée par une société chez laquelle je voulais ouvrir un compte est de signer le document puis demander une requalification en "private customer". Donc il semble que la discussion soit possible.
On comprend bien pourquoi l'industrie cherche à imposer le document "intermediate customer" mais ce n'est pas une raison pour abandonner toutes garanties et recours.
Une solution proposée par une société chez laquelle je voulais ouvrir un compte est de signer le document puis demander une requalification en "private customer". Donc il semble que la discussion soit possible.
On comprend bien pourquoi l'industrie cherche à imposer le document "intermediate customer" mais ce n'est pas une raison pour abandonner toutes garanties et recours.
domingo, 28 de octubre de 2007
Mifid ( suite)
Et cette directive européenne est censée protéger les investisseurs !
On voit la facilité avec laquelle on peut contourner les règles contraignantes en exigeant du client l'acceptation d'une catégorisation en tant que "professionnel" ( intermediate customer) qui fait perdre la plupart des protections qu'on pourrait être en droit d'exiger comme investisseur privé.
Au moins c'est clair , on vous aura prévenu :-)
On voit la facilité avec laquelle on peut contourner les règles contraignantes en exigeant du client l'acceptation d'une catégorisation en tant que "professionnel" ( intermediate customer) qui fait perdre la plupart des protections qu'on pourrait être en droit d'exiger comme investisseur privé.
Au moins c'est clair , on vous aura prévenu :-)
sábado, 27 de octubre de 2007
A Perfect Fall Day
Today was a good day. I am thankful for good days. The weather was gorgeous.
Our friends Russ and Jill came by. They were passing through and were just going to stop for a minute, but we insisted they come in and get the kids out of the van. They finally conceded and we had a wonderful, although short, visit.
McGrooter and I went and got our hair cut, and then we all met up for lunch. Afterward, Leslie stopped in one of the shops on the square and McGrooter and Munchkin posed for a few photographs. Munchkin jumped off the step dozens of times, but then had to take a rest. McGrooter climbed on top of a post and stayed perched until I pulled him down. Aggie and Munch then posed with one of the many "scarecrows" that decorated the Gainesville square. We ran a few more errands and then I took the kids home while Leslie did a few more things in town. I got some cleaning in the garage accomplished while the kids played outside. It was as normal a day as we've had in some time, and something I am thankful for.
Our friends Russ and Jill came by. They were passing through and were just going to stop for a minute, but we insisted they come in and get the kids out of the van. They finally conceded and we had a wonderful, although short, visit.
McGrooter and I went and got our hair cut, and then we all met up for lunch. Afterward, Leslie stopped in one of the shops on the square and McGrooter and Munchkin posed for a few photographs. Munchkin jumped off the step dozens of times, but then had to take a rest. McGrooter climbed on top of a post and stayed perched until I pulled him down. Aggie and Munch then posed with one of the many "scarecrows" that decorated the Gainesville square. We ran a few more errands and then I took the kids home while Leslie did a few more things in town. I got some cleaning in the garage accomplished while the kids played outside. It was as normal a day as we've had in some time, and something I am thankful for.
Catégorisation des clients (Mifid- FSA)
A partir du 1er novembre 2007, il est quasi certain que le contrat que vous allez signer avec un intermédiaire financier établi en Angletterre ( ce peut-être n'importe quel broker / banque qui fait ses opérations via une filiale anglaise) inclue dorénavant les règles du Mifid.
Ceci n'est pas anodin car le degré de protection de vos fonds est directement affecté par la catégorie dans laquelle le broker va vous placer. Normalement, un trader individuel devrait se retrouver dans la catégorie " retail client" et la protection des fonds accordée par la FSA sera au maximum 48.000 £.
Cependant, certains brokers / banques ajoutent un document au contrat de base et vous demandent votre accord d' être considéré d'office comme un " intermediate client" , autrement dit un professionnel des marchés financiers. La conséquence directe est la perte de la protection des fonds par la FSA en cas d'insolvabilité de votre intermédiaire financier.
Plusieurs autres garanties sont supprimées et ce n'est donc pas un choix à faire à la légère comme on peut s'en douter. Le client peut demander une requalification de statut. Les détails peuvent être trouvé sur le lien suivant :
fsa.gov.uk/pubs/discussion/dp06_03.pdf
exemple d'avertissement dans un contrat avec un broker à partir du 1er novembre 2007 :
Comme toujours : ouvrir l'oeil et le bon !
Ceci n'est pas anodin car le degré de protection de vos fonds est directement affecté par la catégorie dans laquelle le broker va vous placer. Normalement, un trader individuel devrait se retrouver dans la catégorie " retail client" et la protection des fonds accordée par la FSA sera au maximum 48.000 £.
Cependant, certains brokers / banques ajoutent un document au contrat de base et vous demandent votre accord d' être considéré d'office comme un " intermediate client" , autrement dit un professionnel des marchés financiers. La conséquence directe est la perte de la protection des fonds par la FSA en cas d'insolvabilité de votre intermédiaire financier.
Plusieurs autres garanties sont supprimées et ce n'est donc pas un choix à faire à la légère comme on peut s'en douter. Le client peut demander une requalification de statut. Les détails peuvent être trouvé sur le lien suivant :
fsa.gov.uk/pubs/discussion/dp06_03.pdf
exemple d'avertissement dans un contrat avec un broker à partir du 1er novembre 2007 :
Comme toujours : ouvrir l'oeil et le bon !
viernes, 26 de octubre de 2007
Strength for Today
Leslie has had a few good days, for which we are very thankful. Our friend, Cindy, came over last night and helped around the house and with the kids. Then she came back today and spent the day cleaning and straightening. I can not convey how much this means to us. It has removed so much stress from our home, and will allow us to enjoy our weekend more and maybe even get some rest! Thank you so much Cindy!
I grilled out tonight and then we had movie night with the kids. It really was an enjoyable evening.
I grilled out tonight and then we had movie night with the kids. It really was an enjoyable evening.
miércoles, 24 de octubre de 2007
Ups and Downs
We have certainly had our share of ups and downs over the past several days. In fact, let me just go ahead and say, if I haven't posted, PRAY! It usually means I'm so overwhelmed that I haven't even gotten to the computer...which has other implications, such as getting behind on my work. Tonight, I am three days behind my work and will probably not get all the way caught up. I'm exhausted, but encouraged. Leslie stayed home and rested today, and tonight she looks and feels much better.
Tuesday started out as a good day, and then went downhill in the afternoon. She called me in the afternoon and said she was going to her parents after work so they could help with the kids. She was on the couch when I got there, and hadn't been feeling well. Becky fixed a wonderful dinner and she bathed the kids so I could visit with Mike & Poppie. I feel like it's been years since we've been able to just sit down and visit like that. It was really nice. I brought the kids home and got them down, and Mike & Becky brought Leslie home about an hour or so later once she was feeling better. Becky was particularly concerned about Leslie and thought she may need to go to the ER because of dehydration. Leslie did look bad, but I had seen her much worse, especially during radiation. I wrestled all evening trying to decide, "do I play it safe and take her, or just try and make her comfortable?" I trusted Leslie's judgment just to give it time and let her get comfortable in bed. That worked and she was asleep before long. I was thankful, but I must say that was an awful time to go through, questioning my judgment over-and-over again. Today Leslie rested and was able to begin eating again, slowly but surely. Becky was here with her most of the day, and got several things from the store to help her eat/drink. She also took care of dinner again for us tonight. I was able to focus on the kids, which they really need right now. Then, once I got them in bed, I didn't have to scurry about the kitchen cleaning up, and actually got to sit and talk with Leslie for about 15 minutes. Thanks Becky!!!
The thing that really struck me is that one minute Leslie can look great and seem to be doing great. It's at those times that we get to get out and go places and do things. And that's usually when people see her. But there's another side to this cancer treatment ordeal that few get to see (or should see). Maybe that's what I end up writing about the most because that is what touches me the most. I hurt so deeply when I see her in so much pain. But I can't neglect that we have had good moments. And I have to say I am very thankful for them. Maybe I should write more about the days she can leave the house.
Tomorrow, Leslie will go to work. Please pray she can make it through the day.
On a separate note, I scanned the paper tonight and one editorial caught my eye. I usually don't read editorials because I don't need any added stress in my life right now. But for whatever reason, I read this article by Diana West, a writer for the Washington Times. It's not a perspective we hear often, but one we should consider. And in the same way the West is guilty of self-censoring (which may lead to its demise), I think as Christians we often do the same thing. Fearing offending someone we are, in many ways, losing our orthodoxy.
Tuesday started out as a good day, and then went downhill in the afternoon. She called me in the afternoon and said she was going to her parents after work so they could help with the kids. She was on the couch when I got there, and hadn't been feeling well. Becky fixed a wonderful dinner and she bathed the kids so I could visit with Mike & Poppie. I feel like it's been years since we've been able to just sit down and visit like that. It was really nice. I brought the kids home and got them down, and Mike & Becky brought Leslie home about an hour or so later once she was feeling better. Becky was particularly concerned about Leslie and thought she may need to go to the ER because of dehydration. Leslie did look bad, but I had seen her much worse, especially during radiation. I wrestled all evening trying to decide, "do I play it safe and take her, or just try and make her comfortable?" I trusted Leslie's judgment just to give it time and let her get comfortable in bed. That worked and she was asleep before long. I was thankful, but I must say that was an awful time to go through, questioning my judgment over-and-over again. Today Leslie rested and was able to begin eating again, slowly but surely. Becky was here with her most of the day, and got several things from the store to help her eat/drink. She also took care of dinner again for us tonight. I was able to focus on the kids, which they really need right now. Then, once I got them in bed, I didn't have to scurry about the kitchen cleaning up, and actually got to sit and talk with Leslie for about 15 minutes. Thanks Becky!!!
The thing that really struck me is that one minute Leslie can look great and seem to be doing great. It's at those times that we get to get out and go places and do things. And that's usually when people see her. But there's another side to this cancer treatment ordeal that few get to see (or should see). Maybe that's what I end up writing about the most because that is what touches me the most. I hurt so deeply when I see her in so much pain. But I can't neglect that we have had good moments. And I have to say I am very thankful for them. Maybe I should write more about the days she can leave the house.
Tomorrow, Leslie will go to work. Please pray she can make it through the day.
On a separate note, I scanned the paper tonight and one editorial caught my eye. I usually don't read editorials because I don't need any added stress in my life right now. But for whatever reason, I read this article by Diana West, a writer for the Washington Times. It's not a perspective we hear often, but one we should consider. And in the same way the West is guilty of self-censoring (which may lead to its demise), I think as Christians we often do the same thing. Fearing offending someone we are, in many ways, losing our orthodoxy.
domingo, 21 de octubre de 2007
A Slow Day
Today was a slow day. I woke up feeling run over, with a headache. We didn't make it to church. Leslie felt bad most of the day, and the kids were pretty much overrun by cabin fever. But we made it through. We had a surprise visit by Grandad and Mimi this evening, which was a welcome break to the monotony.
I don't have much time to write this evening. I wish I had gone to bed a few hours ago. But I will encourage you to read Leslie's post about a conversation she had with McGrooter.
I don't have much time to write this evening. I wish I had gone to bed a few hours ago. But I will encourage you to read Leslie's post about a conversation she had with McGrooter.
sábado, 20 de octubre de 2007
Doing What I Can
Last night, Friday, Leslie began to feel better. I thought she was coming out of the woods after her first chemo treatment. However, today she has gone back down hill. The cycle of taking meds for the variety of symptoms is wreaking havoc on her body. She continues to eat very little, and remains in a lot of pain.
I'm learning to do what I can, and try to be content with that. It seems that with the beginning of each day there are so many things to be done, but there is never enough time to get it all done. It isn't much different than what most moms must do, I guess. I'm just not that good at multi-tasking, unless it's on a computer. I did manage to meet most of my goals for the day, though. I got the trash hauled off, the kitchen cleaned up (now it needs it again, of course), the laundry started, and made a few trips to the store. I wasn't able to carry on our weekly tradition of a pancake breakfast, so I fixed pancakes for dinner. The kids always love that!
But by the time bedtime rolled around, I was frazzled. I needed to get the kids down, and get all the trash rounded up and to the dump before 9. I also had to get to Best Buy by then to replace my router which died today. It was a little thing, but I wanted to get it back up and running so that Leslie could use her computer and I could also work upstairs. As the clock ticked, my patience diminished. I hate that. I wish I could finish strong each day, without "losing it." But I so often fail.
Leslie has been a caretaker to me in this matter, speaking softly and showing a lot of understanding. I don't mean to come across as a nutcase, but I'm sure I sound like I'm constantly at the end of my rope. I really have a lot to be thankful for. The kids have been real troopers, and Leslie waits with great patience. I'm constantly forgetting what I was doing, but she reminds me, with great care.
In the midst of all of this, I see Christ's adequacy in my constant inadequacy. He holds our family together, and I know is at work for His glory. I just pray that my children will not be scarred by my shortcomings (okay, I know they will some), but will have a big view of God and will learn to trust Him even at their young ages.
I'm learning to do what I can, and try to be content with that. It seems that with the beginning of each day there are so many things to be done, but there is never enough time to get it all done. It isn't much different than what most moms must do, I guess. I'm just not that good at multi-tasking, unless it's on a computer. I did manage to meet most of my goals for the day, though. I got the trash hauled off, the kitchen cleaned up (now it needs it again, of course), the laundry started, and made a few trips to the store. I wasn't able to carry on our weekly tradition of a pancake breakfast, so I fixed pancakes for dinner. The kids always love that!
But by the time bedtime rolled around, I was frazzled. I needed to get the kids down, and get all the trash rounded up and to the dump before 9. I also had to get to Best Buy by then to replace my router which died today. It was a little thing, but I wanted to get it back up and running so that Leslie could use her computer and I could also work upstairs. As the clock ticked, my patience diminished. I hate that. I wish I could finish strong each day, without "losing it." But I so often fail.
Leslie has been a caretaker to me in this matter, speaking softly and showing a lot of understanding. I don't mean to come across as a nutcase, but I'm sure I sound like I'm constantly at the end of my rope. I really have a lot to be thankful for. The kids have been real troopers, and Leslie waits with great patience. I'm constantly forgetting what I was doing, but she reminds me, with great care.
In the midst of all of this, I see Christ's adequacy in my constant inadequacy. He holds our family together, and I know is at work for His glory. I just pray that my children will not be scarred by my shortcomings (okay, I know they will some), but will have a big view of God and will learn to trust Him even at their young ages.
jueves, 18 de octubre de 2007
Crummy Chemo
Leslie had a rough night last night. She was up until 4:30, and then slept a little bit until 7:30. Needless to say, she didn't make it to work. I stayed home to take her to the doctor to have the pump removed. We were there a while, while the nurses tended to her. They kept telling me I had to pamper her. They meant well by it, but it felt more like an attack (as if I wasn't doing enough). They gave her a flu shot too, and I got mine yesterday. I hope to not have that little bug visit our home this winter in particular.
There wasn't time to get her home and then go back and get the kids, so we stopped by on the way home and got them (a little early). We met Kristin to get Munchkin from her and then brought Les home and the kids and I went to run some errands. We had a pretty quiet evening. Leslie hasn't been able to eat much and she continues to lose weight. Her stomach and intestines give her constant grief. I'm not sure if last night was more about her colon and what has happened there in the past 3 months or the chemo and its effects on her body. And then there are all the other drugs and their effects.
Going with Leslie to her appointment today made me the saddest I've been. It is a hard room to go and spend any time in, watching cancer patients all around you, as they are administered chemo. I don't think there was anyone under 60 in the room besides us and the nurses. It was sad; strange and sad. I'm sure my emotional state is more vulnerable under the stress of trying to do everything right now, and the lack of sleep. But I was really fighting back the tears as we drove out of the parking lot. Fortunately, Leslie didn't know it and she started a conversation about something else, which helped me get my mind off of her condition.
I know all the right things to say to myself, and all the right things I am supposed to be thinking, but on days like this those seem to help so little. I am continually telling myself, "He won't give you more than you can bear," even though I feel like this is more than I can bear. I'm beyond self-pity. It's just plain and simple exhaustion and inability to change our reality. Even if I go to bed early, I wake up just as tired, or the kids get me up all night, or I can't sleep... And if I go down and exercise, and start that "routine" for the 100th time, something will happen and I'll miss three or four days and have to go through starting over again. And even if I try to take on a new project to spin out a little more cash, it will turn in to some impossible-to-solve monstrocity that I began wondering why I took it on in the first place. I know I must sound like a total defeatest. I know better and I guess I'm stupid for being this vulnerable on a blog, but that is how I feel. And there is something in the honesty of writing this that causes me to think, "I'm living what I've preached for years."
Yep, all those years I stood before youth, and later in the pulpit before young and old, I preached about trusting God, getting through really difficult stuff, dealing with major hurt, heartache, and suffering. And all the while I had nothing to complain about. Sure, I thought I'd endured suffering and hard times, but I didn't have a clue. And now I'm getting to live it, and fail through it, and see Christ (if ever so faintly). Tim Challies wrote similarly about this when addressing the questions of if/when he would write another book. He responded, "when I've lived my first one." So in a sense, I'm having to take some of the medicine I dished out to so many others, and maybe when I get to the point of not being a total nut in the pressure cooker, then I'll be ready for the next pressure pot. Personally, I'd like to just stew in a crock pot for a while. Wow, all these cooking analogies remind me, I've got a kitchen to clean and lunches to pack, and a web business to run, and laundry to do, and fish to feed, and email to check...hmmm, guess I should stuff all this back in and get back to reality.
So on a lighter note (which I need, and maybe you do too if you've read down this far)...Today, my ever-so-thoughtful friend, Van, sent me two articles that made him think of me. The first, a missions-related article, was funny. But I really wanted to see the original picture!! The second, a coffee-related article, was even funnier...and yet heart-breaking. I occasionally read Tim Challie's blog (I really don't have much time to read any blogs, let alone write my own, so it is no slight to Tim), but this post really changed my perception of him. I thought he was on target on a number of things (but certainly not everything :-), mind you). But as I learned about his position on coffee, and especially Starbucks, I found myself writing his name down on my prayer list. How could someone so perceptive be so wanting of something so foundational as a love and appreciation for man's most affordable luxury? I have no answer.
But from Tim's blog, I found myself moving to other blogs I occasionally read (which is why I usually don't start in the first place...because I realize an hour later that I've just been sitting and reading). I had to share one particular post that I read. It is one of those that is that good. And it is really not so much the post as it is the audio clip (which you must listen to in it's entirety...trust me). If you have 10 minutes, read this post by Phil Johnson, then listen to the audio.
There wasn't time to get her home and then go back and get the kids, so we stopped by on the way home and got them (a little early). We met Kristin to get Munchkin from her and then brought Les home and the kids and I went to run some errands. We had a pretty quiet evening. Leslie hasn't been able to eat much and she continues to lose weight. Her stomach and intestines give her constant grief. I'm not sure if last night was more about her colon and what has happened there in the past 3 months or the chemo and its effects on her body. And then there are all the other drugs and their effects.
Going with Leslie to her appointment today made me the saddest I've been. It is a hard room to go and spend any time in, watching cancer patients all around you, as they are administered chemo. I don't think there was anyone under 60 in the room besides us and the nurses. It was sad; strange and sad. I'm sure my emotional state is more vulnerable under the stress of trying to do everything right now, and the lack of sleep. But I was really fighting back the tears as we drove out of the parking lot. Fortunately, Leslie didn't know it and she started a conversation about something else, which helped me get my mind off of her condition.
I know all the right things to say to myself, and all the right things I am supposed to be thinking, but on days like this those seem to help so little. I am continually telling myself, "He won't give you more than you can bear," even though I feel like this is more than I can bear. I'm beyond self-pity. It's just plain and simple exhaustion and inability to change our reality. Even if I go to bed early, I wake up just as tired, or the kids get me up all night, or I can't sleep... And if I go down and exercise, and start that "routine" for the 100th time, something will happen and I'll miss three or four days and have to go through starting over again. And even if I try to take on a new project to spin out a little more cash, it will turn in to some impossible-to-solve monstrocity that I began wondering why I took it on in the first place. I know I must sound like a total defeatest. I know better and I guess I'm stupid for being this vulnerable on a blog, but that is how I feel. And there is something in the honesty of writing this that causes me to think, "I'm living what I've preached for years."
Yep, all those years I stood before youth, and later in the pulpit before young and old, I preached about trusting God, getting through really difficult stuff, dealing with major hurt, heartache, and suffering. And all the while I had nothing to complain about. Sure, I thought I'd endured suffering and hard times, but I didn't have a clue. And now I'm getting to live it, and fail through it, and see Christ (if ever so faintly). Tim Challies wrote similarly about this when addressing the questions of if/when he would write another book. He responded, "when I've lived my first one." So in a sense, I'm having to take some of the medicine I dished out to so many others, and maybe when I get to the point of not being a total nut in the pressure cooker, then I'll be ready for the next pressure pot. Personally, I'd like to just stew in a crock pot for a while. Wow, all these cooking analogies remind me, I've got a kitchen to clean and lunches to pack, and a web business to run, and laundry to do, and fish to feed, and email to check...hmmm, guess I should stuff all this back in and get back to reality.
So on a lighter note (which I need, and maybe you do too if you've read down this far)...Today, my ever-so-thoughtful friend, Van, sent me two articles that made him think of me. The first, a missions-related article, was funny. But I really wanted to see the original picture!! The second, a coffee-related article, was even funnier...and yet heart-breaking. I occasionally read Tim Challie's blog (I really don't have much time to read any blogs, let alone write my own, so it is no slight to Tim), but this post really changed my perception of him. I thought he was on target on a number of things (but certainly not everything :-), mind you). But as I learned about his position on coffee, and especially Starbucks, I found myself writing his name down on my prayer list. How could someone so perceptive be so wanting of something so foundational as a love and appreciation for man's most affordable luxury? I have no answer.
But from Tim's blog, I found myself moving to other blogs I occasionally read (which is why I usually don't start in the first place...because I realize an hour later that I've just been sitting and reading). I had to share one particular post that I read. It is one of those that is that good. And it is really not so much the post as it is the audio clip (which you must listen to in it's entirety...trust me). If you have 10 minutes, read this post by Phil Johnson, then listen to the audio.
miércoles, 17 de octubre de 2007
Feeling Sick
Leslie had a good day today, but her strength went downhill this evening. She is feeling nauseous and just plain yucky. The kids did well tonight, and Leslie's former boss brought dinner, entertained the kids, and cleaned the kitchen. It allowed for a smooth bedtime routine which was a huge blessing. I feel so helpless at this point, unable to do much for Leslie other than bring her what she needs. I'm praying for a quiet night with peaceful rest for us all.
martes, 16 de octubre de 2007
Round 2
Today, Leslie began her first intravenous chemotherapy treatment. It lasted more than four hours and she did great! (Click here to see her patiently sitting) Her sister, Dana, took her and was with her for the treatment. One of the side effects is that she must avoid any exposure to anything cold. I thought this was weird, but it is really a big deal. She can't even open the fridge or freezer. The effect is that she would have difficulty breathing, and could even need to go to the ER. So we are being careful. So far she feels fine, other than being tired. She is wearing a chemo pump which will be removed on Thursday.
It was a hard day for me, not being with her. I kept thinking about her sitting in that chair. Even though the process wasn't painful, I hurt knowing what is going in her body. It is basically poison. But this stage of the process is to keep the cancer from returning, so it is very worthwhile. But it is hard for me to think about this being our life for the next six months. I probably sound selfish, but I'm not worried about me. I just wish she was going to a spa, or anything else besides this.
She is planning on returning to work tomorrow, with her pump in tow. Please pray for her stamina, and as petty as this may sound, that her pump and tube would not get caught on anything that would cause the needle to be pulled out. Pray too that she will have good health. It is that time of the year and two of our kids are already sniffling. She is supposed to avoid as much exposure as possible, and this isn't simple when you work in an elementary school. Pray too that our little ones will be as understanding as they can at their age. I'm praying specifically that God would grant them an extra measure of grace to lovingly care for their mother.
It was a hard day for me, not being with her. I kept thinking about her sitting in that chair. Even though the process wasn't painful, I hurt knowing what is going in her body. It is basically poison. But this stage of the process is to keep the cancer from returning, so it is very worthwhile. But it is hard for me to think about this being our life for the next six months. I probably sound selfish, but I'm not worried about me. I just wish she was going to a spa, or anything else besides this.
She is planning on returning to work tomorrow, with her pump in tow. Please pray for her stamina, and as petty as this may sound, that her pump and tube would not get caught on anything that would cause the needle to be pulled out. Pray too that she will have good health. It is that time of the year and two of our kids are already sniffling. She is supposed to avoid as much exposure as possible, and this isn't simple when you work in an elementary school. Pray too that our little ones will be as understanding as they can at their age. I'm praying specifically that God would grant them an extra measure of grace to lovingly care for their mother.
lunes, 15 de octubre de 2007
The God of Abraham, of Isaac, and of Jacob...and of Seth and Leslie
Today I sat and talked with my good friend Andy. During our conversation, he said something to the effect of this line, that God is the God of Abraham, of Isaac, and of Jacob...and of Seth and Leslie. This struck me. It is powerful, covenantal language. We talked about how in Scripture we are reminded that our God is the same God of these men. But how did Abraham feel? Jacob had the promise, but Esau had all the external blessings of strength and physical benefit. I needed to be reminded of this truth. Each of these men certainly had some trying periods in their lives, where they had to wait long periods of time to see God's faithfulness. God wasn't incapable during these times. No doubt, He was at work. But I'd bet these guys had to wonder at times, when God would fulfill His promises to them.
Andy and I talked about being in holding patterns in life. I've certainly felt that way for some time. And yet I am reminded that God is faithfully working to conform us to the image of His Son. I've struggled with my own personal worth, with my jobs, finishing seminary, providing for my family, etc... Yet all of these pale in comparison to the waiting I am struggling with right now as I see Leslie struggle with cancer, and the ongoing treatments. Tomorrow she is to begin round two of chemotherapy. She seems so frail physically, and I hurt to know that there are dark clouds in front of her with this next treatment. But just as God was faithful to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, so He is faithful to us. I don't know what that will look like exactly. I know what I want it to look like. I want Leslie to be restored physically. But just as these men were promised many physical things, the fulfillment of the promises were and are spiritual (even though there was temporal physical fulfillment; that was certainly not the extent of it). Abraham certainly had a large family, but we know ourselves to be sons of "Father Abraham." As children of God we are the beneficiaries of the promises of a Land and an inheritance to come. It is beyond what we can see with our eyes. I am so thankful for that. The physical restoration I want for Leslie would only be temporary (but I, of course, still want it). Yet I know there will come a day when real restoration will be a reality for all of us that belong to Him. And so my hope and trust is in Him, to do as He sees fit. And if that means ongoing treatments and suffering for Leslie, my hope will not fail, because ultimately my hope extends beyond this life and this world.
This evening Leslie's sister, Dana, came into town to take her to chemo tomorrow. I am so thankful for this as I have nearly exhausted my time off work. The doctors, and those who have gone through similar treatment, have said that the fatigue and any sickness will come a few days after the infusion. She will spend about four hours tomorrow receiving the chemo intravenously. She will then wear a pump home and return on Thursday to have the pump removed. This regiment will repeat every other week for the next six months.
There are many who continue to minister to us. Several folks at work continue to provide meals. Kristin has been helping with the kids. My neighbor keeps cutting the grass. Christ is sustaining us. The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob is our God. He is faithful!
Andy and I talked about being in holding patterns in life. I've certainly felt that way for some time. And yet I am reminded that God is faithfully working to conform us to the image of His Son. I've struggled with my own personal worth, with my jobs, finishing seminary, providing for my family, etc... Yet all of these pale in comparison to the waiting I am struggling with right now as I see Leslie struggle with cancer, and the ongoing treatments. Tomorrow she is to begin round two of chemotherapy. She seems so frail physically, and I hurt to know that there are dark clouds in front of her with this next treatment. But just as God was faithful to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, so He is faithful to us. I don't know what that will look like exactly. I know what I want it to look like. I want Leslie to be restored physically. But just as these men were promised many physical things, the fulfillment of the promises were and are spiritual (even though there was temporal physical fulfillment; that was certainly not the extent of it). Abraham certainly had a large family, but we know ourselves to be sons of "Father Abraham." As children of God we are the beneficiaries of the promises of a Land and an inheritance to come. It is beyond what we can see with our eyes. I am so thankful for that. The physical restoration I want for Leslie would only be temporary (but I, of course, still want it). Yet I know there will come a day when real restoration will be a reality for all of us that belong to Him. And so my hope and trust is in Him, to do as He sees fit. And if that means ongoing treatments and suffering for Leslie, my hope will not fail, because ultimately my hope extends beyond this life and this world.
This evening Leslie's sister, Dana, came into town to take her to chemo tomorrow. I am so thankful for this as I have nearly exhausted my time off work. The doctors, and those who have gone through similar treatment, have said that the fatigue and any sickness will come a few days after the infusion. She will spend about four hours tomorrow receiving the chemo intravenously. She will then wear a pump home and return on Thursday to have the pump removed. This regiment will repeat every other week for the next six months.
There are many who continue to minister to us. Several folks at work continue to provide meals. Kristin has been helping with the kids. My neighbor keeps cutting the grass. Christ is sustaining us. The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob is our God. He is faithful!
sábado, 13 de octubre de 2007
It's Been a Good Week
We are still here! I haven't been very good about posting this week. It's been a good week though. We've just been busy. I've been especially busy in the evenings after everyone is in bed with my web business work. Thus, I haven't had any time to write.
Leslie has had the best week I think since we first learned of her cancer. That is relative, of course. She is still really tired and has had ongoing issues related to the cancer, but they've been minimal. We're very thankful for that.
The weather is cooling off and it is starting to feel more like Fall. Yesterday, I met Les and the kids in downtown Gainesville for Mule Camp. It is a country-type fair held on the square. They have lots of displays, music, food, etc... I wasn't prepared with cash, so we didn't do much other than walk around. The kids really wanted to ride the horses though. So I took them today, back to the festival, and let each of them ride. McGrooter rode the big horse (Mcgrooter on the horse), Aggie cautiously rode a pony (Aggie on the pony), and Munchkin fearlessly rode the pony (Munchkin on the pony) and begged to do it again and again. Afterward, we went and had lunch with Poppie and Leslie, then home to rest before going back out to celebrate Becky's birthday.
Last night I took McGrooter to Curtis and Jenny's for Bennett's 7th birthday party. It was a dance party which was highly entertaining to watch. The four boys danced the night away and even enjoyed fake redneck teeth (boys will be boys). They all went home with a CD of the dance music. Needless to say, it's had plenty of air play today as we rode around. We finally had to retire it on the way home tonight for some softer music (for the parents' sanity!).
I'm learning a lot about "right now." It seems there is always something competing for each and every moment, and there is very little opportunity to live "right now." But I'm coming to realize how important "right now" is. I still struggle with feeling the need to work and do, but God is impressing upon me to enjoy these little moments we have. Spending time together, enjoying life, have become so much more important. A year ago, I would have let Leslie take the kids to something like the Mule Camp, and I would have stayed home to be "productive." But I'm realzing that the time together is really a lot more productive than getting one of the million things that needs to be done, accomplished. It's been good for me. And I am thankful for the sweet memories we are making. There's nothing quite like the joy of watching the kids riding a horse, or dancing around under a black light (if you could call it dancing). I've got a lot more to learn, no doubt, but the tyranny of the urgent has been a little less tyrranical lately. For that I am thankful.
Leslie has had the best week I think since we first learned of her cancer. That is relative, of course. She is still really tired and has had ongoing issues related to the cancer, but they've been minimal. We're very thankful for that.
The weather is cooling off and it is starting to feel more like Fall. Yesterday, I met Les and the kids in downtown Gainesville for Mule Camp. It is a country-type fair held on the square. They have lots of displays, music, food, etc... I wasn't prepared with cash, so we didn't do much other than walk around. The kids really wanted to ride the horses though. So I took them today, back to the festival, and let each of them ride. McGrooter rode the big horse (Mcgrooter on the horse), Aggie cautiously rode a pony (Aggie on the pony), and Munchkin fearlessly rode the pony (Munchkin on the pony) and begged to do it again and again. Afterward, we went and had lunch with Poppie and Leslie, then home to rest before going back out to celebrate Becky's birthday.
Last night I took McGrooter to Curtis and Jenny's for Bennett's 7th birthday party. It was a dance party which was highly entertaining to watch. The four boys danced the night away and even enjoyed fake redneck teeth (boys will be boys). They all went home with a CD of the dance music. Needless to say, it's had plenty of air play today as we rode around. We finally had to retire it on the way home tonight for some softer music (for the parents' sanity!).
I'm learning a lot about "right now." It seems there is always something competing for each and every moment, and there is very little opportunity to live "right now." But I'm coming to realize how important "right now" is. I still struggle with feeling the need to work and do, but God is impressing upon me to enjoy these little moments we have. Spending time together, enjoying life, have become so much more important. A year ago, I would have let Leslie take the kids to something like the Mule Camp, and I would have stayed home to be "productive." But I'm realzing that the time together is really a lot more productive than getting one of the million things that needs to be done, accomplished. It's been good for me. And I am thankful for the sweet memories we are making. There's nothing quite like the joy of watching the kids riding a horse, or dancing around under a black light (if you could call it dancing). I've got a lot more to learn, no doubt, but the tyranny of the urgent has been a little less tyrranical lately. For that I am thankful.
bilingual blog
So far I have mostly posted in french but I start to wonder if this is logical given that it seems the forex language is english. 95 % of blogs are english speaking and get most of the readers.
At first I tought that the french speaking community was large enough to attract many readers but this is not the case; I even start to wonder how large is the french speaking forex trading public. Mataf.net is the most well known french speaking forex forum but the core base of traders is limited to only a few. Many rookie traders are attracted to the forum but do no last very long, which would be logical with the assumption that 90 % of new traders become washed out within six months.
Moreover you will find very few french speaking forex blogs. I'll probably switch to english in the future while having a small extract in french. Most traders read english so that would not be detrimental to my french speaking public. ( which has been very limited so far anyway. )
The trading week has been quiet, I reached 60 % of the objectives. That's all for now , folks .
At first I tought that the french speaking community was large enough to attract many readers but this is not the case; I even start to wonder how large is the french speaking forex trading public. Mataf.net is the most well known french speaking forex forum but the core base of traders is limited to only a few. Many rookie traders are attracted to the forum but do no last very long, which would be logical with the assumption that 90 % of new traders become washed out within six months.
Moreover you will find very few french speaking forex blogs. I'll probably switch to english in the future while having a small extract in french. Most traders read english so that would not be detrimental to my french speaking public. ( which has been very limited so far anyway. )
The trading week has been quiet, I reached 60 % of the objectives. That's all for now , folks .
jueves, 11 de octubre de 2007
le meilleur ami du trader
... son fidèle calculateur :-) Celui-ci remonte à mes études et je suis passé par toute la gamme des calculateurs HP. Une fois qu'on a le virus du RPN ( notation polonaise inverse ) on ne peut plus s'en passer. Autre avantage, on ne vous pique jamais votre calculateur car 90 % des malandrins ne savent pas s'en servir.
Pour trader, je ne suis jamais très loin de ce modèle:
Pour trader, je ne suis jamais très loin de ce modèle:
domingo, 7 de octubre de 2007
Reunions
Today we had two reunions. We left early this morning to travel to Fayetteville, Georgia to attend Berachah Bible Church. This is the church I grew up in and later served for three years as Associate Pastor. Most of my family was there, including my sister from Pennsylvania. We had a wonderful time seeing so many old friends, even though it was brief. It was such an encouragement to be reminded by so many of them of their love for us and their continued prayers for our family, especially for Leslie.
Afterward we went to my brother and sister-in-law's for a family reunion to celebrate a number of birthdays and to spend time with my sister. We had a wonderful time enjoying a meal together outside. Rob & Stacy rented this huge inflatable slide (some 22 feet high!) for the kids to play on. It was a hit! The weather was warm and the sun was bright. While we were there, our good friend Christa (from Berachah) came by and gave us a card from the church. They have been collecting gifts and put them together in the form of two very generous gift cards to Kroger and Publix. These will no doubt cover several weeks worth of groceries! I'm amazed by the love of this church family. Christa commented that it was if we were still a part of that body and that it was like we never left. It is hard to put into words how blessed we feel. Thank you Berachah family for this generous showing of Christ's love. God continues to use His Body, spread far and wide, to meet our needs and care for us.
Needless to say, the kids were exhausted as we headed home. They had a blast playing with the cousins, and faded in and out of sleep during the drive. I hope they will sleep soundly tonight! :-)
Leslie is tired as well. But this trip was so worth it for our entire family. As we continue to grieve the loss of Nannie, we are reminded how important these times together are.
Afterward we went to my brother and sister-in-law's for a family reunion to celebrate a number of birthdays and to spend time with my sister. We had a wonderful time enjoying a meal together outside. Rob & Stacy rented this huge inflatable slide (some 22 feet high!) for the kids to play on. It was a hit! The weather was warm and the sun was bright. While we were there, our good friend Christa (from Berachah) came by and gave us a card from the church. They have been collecting gifts and put them together in the form of two very generous gift cards to Kroger and Publix. These will no doubt cover several weeks worth of groceries! I'm amazed by the love of this church family. Christa commented that it was if we were still a part of that body and that it was like we never left. It is hard to put into words how blessed we feel. Thank you Berachah family for this generous showing of Christ's love. God continues to use His Body, spread far and wide, to meet our needs and care for us.
Needless to say, the kids were exhausted as we headed home. They had a blast playing with the cousins, and faded in and out of sleep during the drive. I hope they will sleep soundly tonight! :-)
Leslie is tired as well. But this trip was so worth it for our entire family. As we continue to grieve the loss of Nannie, we are reminded how important these times together are.
sábado, 6 de octubre de 2007
unité de temps et graphes
60 % des objectifs atteints cette semaine. La forme revient doucement après les bévues de la semaine passée.
Pour un scalpeur, les graphes sont au moins aussi importants que pour ceux qui suivent les méthodes de l'analyse technique. On réalise ce fait avec les deux copies écrans ci-dessous: elles représentent la même situation à un moment identique. Il n'est pas difficile à imaginer que les décisions de trading vont être différentes. C'est tout l'intérêt de chercher des plateformes de trading adaptées à votre style de trading.
à comparer avec ceci : un monde de différence !
Pour un scalpeur, les graphes sont au moins aussi importants que pour ceux qui suivent les méthodes de l'analyse technique. On réalise ce fait avec les deux copies écrans ci-dessous: elles représentent la même situation à un moment identique. Il n'est pas difficile à imaginer que les décisions de trading vont être différentes. C'est tout l'intérêt de chercher des plateformes de trading adaptées à votre style de trading.
à comparer avec ceci : un monde de différence !
viernes, 5 de octubre de 2007
Chemo Port
Leslie had her chemo port "installed" this morning. It was a relatively quick surgical procedure and it went well. She is very sore (it is just below her left collar bone). She has rested most of the day. I was thankful to have my mom here for the past few days. She helped immensely, including taking Leslie to her surgery while I remained home with the kids. I was planning to take them to school and then go to the hospital, but McGrooter was up from 11:30 to just after 4 with stomach issues. Needless to say we are all exhausted today. But it was still a good day and the kids enjoyed having Grandma here to play with. They did well, letting Leslie rest and not driving me to complete madness. Hopefull the rest of the weekend will be restful for us, even though we still have a wedding to attend and a family get-together with my clan.
jueves, 4 de octubre de 2007
Nannie's Funeral
Today we had Nannie's funeral. What can be said? It was sad. Not because we grieve without hope. We know where Nannie is, and we rejoice that she is with her Lord. Yet we still grieve, and our hearts are heavy as we think about life without Nannie. But there were many moments of laughter sprinkled throughout the day. Dr. Coates, during the service, mentioned several things he found in Nannie's Bible (verses marked, poems, little stories and such). The thing that brought a smile to probably everyone there, and which also got the remark from Dr. Coates of, "I've never seen this before," was when he read some notes from the front inside cover of her Bible. There Nannie had written, "gift from Wilbert" and the date and then the year and model of at least three different cars he'd given her. She'd even written down the mileage on the cars, down to the tenth of a mile. :-) She loved her Cadillacs!
After the funeral and lunch we went out to Poppies and all sat on the porch until nearly dark. It was a beautiful day. The kids played in the yard. Poppie began to tell stories, and soon we all were. We recounted so many things we loved about Nannie. She was a giver. She loved to give. You could tell by the look on her face that it brought her as much joy giving you something you really wanted as it did giving you joy receiving it. And she loved to put on a spread. Family get-togethers will never be the same without her.
I put together a little video which we played during visitation each evening. It was a collection of pictures and video clips of Nannie from over the years. I thought I would put some of my favorite photos here: Nannie as a young adult; Nannie with Leslie in 2001; Nannie with Leslie in 2007; Nannie teaching Leslie how to can; Nannie & Poppie; Nannie & Poppie with the kids
After the funeral and lunch we went out to Poppies and all sat on the porch until nearly dark. It was a beautiful day. The kids played in the yard. Poppie began to tell stories, and soon we all were. We recounted so many things we loved about Nannie. She was a giver. She loved to give. You could tell by the look on her face that it brought her as much joy giving you something you really wanted as it did giving you joy receiving it. And she loved to put on a spread. Family get-togethers will never be the same without her.
I put together a little video which we played during visitation each evening. It was a collection of pictures and video clips of Nannie from over the years. I thought I would put some of my favorite photos here: Nannie as a young adult; Nannie with Leslie in 2001; Nannie with Leslie in 2007; Nannie teaching Leslie how to can; Nannie & Poppie; Nannie & Poppie with the kids
miércoles, 3 de octubre de 2007
Wednesday, October 3
Tonight we had the second visitation for Nannie. It was wonderful to have so many friends come out, but it was hard as the reality of Nannie being gone is beginning to settle in. Leslie left in tears tonight. She has continually said she can't imagine life without Nannie. I have to agree.
I was especially thankful that my mom came up today to stay with the kids. She's not feeling well but she never complains. She stayed home with the kids so they could get to bed on time. Everyone was snoozing when we got home. Last night our friend, Avery, came out to the funeral home and helped us with the kids so we could visit with friends at the funeral home. What a blessing!
Tomorrow morning at 11 we will have the funeral. Please pray for the family.
Leslie did pretty well tonight. She had some discomfort so I ran to the pharmacy to get some medicine which provided some relief. I long for her to be whole again physically.
I was especially thankful that my mom came up today to stay with the kids. She's not feeling well but she never complains. She stayed home with the kids so they could get to bed on time. Everyone was snoozing when we got home. Last night our friend, Avery, came out to the funeral home and helped us with the kids so we could visit with friends at the funeral home. What a blessing!
Tomorrow morning at 11 we will have the funeral. Please pray for the family.
Leslie did pretty well tonight. She had some discomfort so I ran to the pharmacy to get some medicine which provided some relief. I long for her to be whole again physically.
martes, 2 de octubre de 2007
Deep Sadness
Today has been a truly sad day as we continue to mourn the loss of Nannie. The reality that she is gone is tough to accept. Tonight was the first visitation and many friends came out to join the family. Poppie was strong but I know he is really exhausted. He has really had a tough time these past months.
Two things strike me this evening as I think about Nannie's death. First, I am so thankful that we moved here two years ago. Leaving Birmingham with seminary unfinished seemed like retreat. I felt like I had been defeated. But now I see God's good providence in that he brought us back to be close to family. We got to be close to Nannie these past two years, and the kids now have many memories of her. They may not remember much as they grow older, but I hope they will be able to hold on to images and memories with Nannie. I am also thankful we are back here as we go through this trial with Leslie's cancer.
The second thing that strikes me this evening is how three people, in particular, cared for Nannie. Poppie, Mike and Leslie have all impacted me as they lovingly met Nannie's needs. I watched such tenderness on each of their parts. Nannie was in a lot of pain over the past months, and each of them took extra care to do all they could to make her comfortable. Mike and Poppie were at her side almost the entire time. Leslie went when she could and would tend to her physical needs, doing things for her with such dignity. I have learned so much from them.
Leslie is doing okay. Yesterday really wore her out and took a toll on her body. She had a rough night last night and sick much of today, but was able to make it through visitation tonight. I know I continually ask for prayer for good rest for my family, but I must ask again. McGrooter and Munckin have both been up complaining of being scared. I'm not sure what it's tied to, but I'm sure the events of recent have played their part. So please pray that everyone would rest well and have good dreams.
Two things strike me this evening as I think about Nannie's death. First, I am so thankful that we moved here two years ago. Leaving Birmingham with seminary unfinished seemed like retreat. I felt like I had been defeated. But now I see God's good providence in that he brought us back to be close to family. We got to be close to Nannie these past two years, and the kids now have many memories of her. They may not remember much as they grow older, but I hope they will be able to hold on to images and memories with Nannie. I am also thankful we are back here as we go through this trial with Leslie's cancer.
The second thing that strikes me this evening is how three people, in particular, cared for Nannie. Poppie, Mike and Leslie have all impacted me as they lovingly met Nannie's needs. I watched such tenderness on each of their parts. Nannie was in a lot of pain over the past months, and each of them took extra care to do all they could to make her comfortable. Mike and Poppie were at her side almost the entire time. Leslie went when she could and would tend to her physical needs, doing things for her with such dignity. I have learned so much from them.
Leslie is doing okay. Yesterday really wore her out and took a toll on her body. She had a rough night last night and sick much of today, but was able to make it through visitation tonight. I know I continually ask for prayer for good rest for my family, but I must ask again. McGrooter and Munckin have both been up complaining of being scared. I'm not sure what it's tied to, but I'm sure the events of recent have played their part. So please pray that everyone would rest well and have good dreams.
lunes, 1 de octubre de 2007
Nannie
Today, Leslie's grandmother, Nannie, passed away. Her health has been failing over the past few years and she has been back and forth between the hospital and nursing home in the past several weeks. I was supposed to be headed out of town on a trip for work when I go the call that the hospice nurse had called to say she had just a few hours left.
Leslie and I both went to the nursing home and spent the last few hours of Nannie's life with her and the family. We talked to her, sang to her, and prayed with her. We are thankful that her faith was in Christ and that she is now at peace. I am so thankful for God's providential timing in that I was able to be in town when this happened.
It's been a hard day, of course. Leslie was very close to Nannie. We've hurt as we've seen her suffer lately, and as we've watch Poppie and Leslie's parents lovingly care for Nannie. So we are hurting but also relieved that Nannie is at peace in the presence of her Lord.
The funeral is set for Thursday at 11:00 AM at First Baptist Church, Gainesville, in the chapel. Visitation will be Tuesday from 5-7 and Wednesday from 7-9 at Memorial Park Funeral Home in Gainesville, GA.
Leslie and I both went to the nursing home and spent the last few hours of Nannie's life with her and the family. We talked to her, sang to her, and prayed with her. We are thankful that her faith was in Christ and that she is now at peace. I am so thankful for God's providential timing in that I was able to be in town when this happened.
It's been a hard day, of course. Leslie was very close to Nannie. We've hurt as we've seen her suffer lately, and as we've watch Poppie and Leslie's parents lovingly care for Nannie. So we are hurting but also relieved that Nannie is at peace in the presence of her Lord.
The funeral is set for Thursday at 11:00 AM at First Baptist Church, Gainesville, in the chapel. Visitation will be Tuesday from 5-7 and Wednesday from 7-9 at Memorial Park Funeral Home in Gainesville, GA.
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