Tuesday, November 24, 2009

My Squanto

The big guy had his Thanksgiving class 'play' yesterday. (it turned out to be more of a long poem in costume)

He was so excited about being Squanto! I think you can see the excitement on his face.

This is just a little clip. Turn off the music to the right by clicking on the middle button so you can hear the poem.

Enjoy - and Happy Thanksgiving!!

(sorry for the shaky camera work - son #2 was a wiggle worm on my lap)

Friday, November 13, 2009

The Waiting Room

The lighting was dim. Typically medical centers have harsh fluorescent lighting. I think the designers purposefully made this little waiting room dim to help ladies feel relaxed. Whether waiting to have your mammogram due to a specific concern, a yearly check up or even a base scan, the moments in the waiting room can feel like a most uneasy eternity.

Sitting there with my purse, keys and all clothing from the waist up stuffed into the canvas bin on my lap (fear not, I did have a flimsy little johnny on) I felt very alone. Of course, I was not the only person there. I heard the sound of nurses, doctors and technicians feet clad in soft souled shoes quickly treading this way and that, but sitting there I couldn't help but face the realization that in times like this, you really are alone. Even though when you head into the mammography room and you have a very amiable technician, aka sculpture, shoving, squishing and molding your body into just the right position to be pressed between two hard pieces of plastic as if your breast is a panini; it really is just you and the machine. This large cold piece of equipment holds the answers to every women's fears.

But I am thankful. No, I haven't received my results yet. I am thankful because what could have been a situation that in the past would have had me turning inside out, I had peace. Peace in knowing that in fact, I was not.. I am not alone. Jesus was with me in that waiting room, and came in with me as the technician started reading off my families history, "You have cancer all around you", and stayed with me as I got dressed again and headed out to meet up with my sister who was watching my youngest son. He is with me right now and gives me peace knowing that I should have the results in a week or so. And peace knowing that He will be right there with me regardless of the results.

God willing, the scans will be completely clear! I have no specific concern. But I think this is a fear of all women, especially when you have a family history of it. But God is good! He is with me always, and continues to shower me with His grace through every difficult and trying situation.

Difficult situations can spring up to meet us on a daily basis. This is why I try to be in God's word on a daily basis.

There are a few pieces of scripture that have really stuck with me lately from Proverbs - the book of wisdom.

Proverbs 3:5-6
Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
And do not lean on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He will make your paths straight.


Proverbs 3:25 - 26
Do not be afraid of sudden fear,
Nor of the onslaught of the wicked when it comes;
For the Lord will be your confidence,
And will keep your foot from being caught.

Wow! Don't be afraid of fear. Just let your mind wrap itself around that for a moment. And a straight path that I don't have to find on my own! Thank you! I can't find my way out of a paper bag.

My daily difficulties/concerns have been trying lately. But they are bearable. Bearable because I am not alone. I don't have to fear fear. I don't have to figure out the right path on my own (thank heavens because I'd never find it!).

When sitting in the various waiting rooms in life, you don't have to rely on the dim lighting and soothing music to keep you at peace. Go to the source of peace that surpassed all understanding.
photo: 'Hells Waiting Room' from FlickR

Wednesday, November 4, 2009


I'm going to share a really gross thing that happened to me today. My husband had a good laugh when I told him - he completely enjoyed my horrible experience.

I was typing out an email to our church secretary for entry into the newsletter when I saw something out of my peripheral vision. I turned to see a big nasty bug climbing up my wall from behind the couch. Yuck!!

Well there I was alone, no man.. or even boy to help me out. I went into the other room and emptied a box of Capri Sun into the fridge and brought the empty box back into where the bug was leisurely strolling along my wall. I put my hand in the box and pow... squish!! (for all of you who think I should have gingerly picked up the house guest and escorted him outside... get a grip!!! I wasn't chancing that thing crawling on me!)

As I pulled the box away from the wall, a horrible oder permeated the air. Yes - it turns out my uninvited guest was a stink bug!! A bloody stink bug in my house! Are you kidding?

Rather than throw it away in the trash and keep the stench lingering, I decided to shake it off of the box outside. (so there you go - the bug was being brought out) Up the stairs I went, opened the front door, stepped out onto the top step and began to shake/scrape the box outside. Just as I was about done and feeling safe to reenter my home, it happened.

Now for all of you nature lovers who thought I was terrible for killing the bug, here's the part you'll love and be saying to yourselves "serves you right". With the last shake, up from the box came a clump of bug guts and hit me right on the cheek. AAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

I threw the box, ran back in and up the stairs and began to scrub several layers of skin off of my cheek. Nasty!!!!