Cambridge has taken a fancy to chasing laser beams. I don’t remember how it started, but The Man
discovered at some point that he could get the dog to run after that red dot
for ridiculously long periods of time. I have to
say, it’s much nicer having him exhaust himself in that manner than by playing fetch with his saliva soaked tennis
ball. He tears after that dot like it’s
the most precious, prized rodent on the planet.
And if you manipulate the laser
just right, you can get him to make the full round: kitchen,
dining room, living room, front hall and back to the kitchen.
Praise and Sharing time at church today: One of
our young boys had to have emergency open heart surgery. He was back home and doing well, until he
started having pain and trouble breathing.
He’s back in the hospital. Fluid
had to be drained around his lungs. It
was clear. But the fluid behind his
heart wasn’t. Everyone is praying.
Another member has
been battling various cancers for 20 some years. He said today he’s had 6 different
cancers. Well, he went in this past week
to have a couple tumors removed, but the doctors said they couldn’t find
them. He and his son had been
praying.
A woman who recently married a very nice man who sells cars
for a living, stood up for Praise and Sharing time and applauded her husband’s
faith. It’s been very slow at the dealership
lately, but he hasn’t been stressed out.
He knows that God will take care of them. She was proud of him and it was heart-warming
to hear her praise. No wonder he loves
her.
Next, a man who a couple weeks ago had badly injured his knee
playing sports at the men’s retreat, stood up and leaned on his crutches as he spoke. His wife was supposed to go away with some
friends on a short cruise when he returned from the retreat. He was to stay home with their young
daughter. This poor man had been in excruciating
pain after his accident—that fact was well-known, but he was able to let his
wife keep her travel plans. So here he
was standing up and telling the rest of the congregation that he thinks God was
trying to tell him to slow down a little.
He had a wonderful week with his daughter. Now
there’s a good attitude for you.
The story of David and Goliath was the topic this morning in
our 5th grade Sunday school class.
The Man had an ingenious idea to make a mock-up of Goliath to hang on
the wall, so the kids could see how big he was.
So last night we ran out to Walmart and bought some posterboard. After measuring our son, doing some math, marking the posterboard with my quilting
chalk, and doing a little fancy cutting,
there appeared the torso of the most well-known Philistine of the ancient
world. He hung conspicuously at the
front of the class during the lesson. We knew the project had been a success when
the boys came back 10 minutes after class had let out to cock their heads back
to re-examine the fierce warrior downed by a sling-wielding, God-fearing young
man.
I joined Facebook—mostly to keep in touch with what’s going
on with the Women’s ministry. It’s OK,
but not all that exciting. And what’s
with people you hardly know wanting to be “friends” with you? It’s hard not to view them as voyeurs, you
know? Especially when they don’t do any
posting themselves…
My Mom fell—again.
Her bill for some meds, a night in the hospital, and a CAT scan is
something like $26,000. Does that sound
reasonable to anyone who’s not insane? I
didn’t think so.
I finally made the pillows for the living room. (They match the dining room curtains.) It feels good to cross a project off the
list.
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