Madison was dropped off at school this morning, and Mommy and Daddy went off to the doctor's office for a physical. This was scheduled a long time ago, and it's a good thing to have for both of us.
The end result is that Mommy and Daddy have to come back. Yep, we both got problems. I know that was bad grammar, but we're both somewhat "on the mend." Daddy's problems are simpler: he's still healing a bit, and the bonus is he's got high blood pressure. This is sort of a genetic thing though, and for the first time in his life, he has a daily pill. Of course, when younger, there was the "daily pill" in the shape of Fred Flintstone or one of the characters from that show. But now it's official: I'm taking a high blood pressure pill.
Mommy's issues are more complex. Of course, she had cancer. That doesn't exist anymore, but there were a lot of issues related to tissues. I just had to write it that way because it rhymed. The point is that she's still in a long-term healing process, one that's been affecting her a little more drastically as of late. It's actually a good thing we had this appointment today, as she's had some rough weeks lately. We're still praying for a miracle, but God uses doctors as well. Daddy was supernaturally healed at one point, so the hope of course is always for a BAM! sort of moment where Mommy is all better. But God does put doctors in our lives. In the Bible, Luke was a doctor, right? Why do some people think that God's power is diminished when the sick actually go to a doctor? That's been the discussion of late, especially as it concerns cancer. Cancer is such a fast-spreading and evil thing that you really have to decide quickly what to do. It's a life-and-death moment, and back in 2006, we chose to listen to the doctors as soon as possible. Yes, they're human and make mistakes - that happens with anything. But most of all, we learned to be more assertive about what we felt was going on, and most importantly to trust those doctors that God has put in our lives. The ones we were blessed with really did have our best interest at heart, and were not "too busy" to miss out on crucial details. Again, Mommy has been suffering for years, on and off, related to the ileostomy reversal. It seems that radiation therapy has really done a number on her insides. But it's the best we could do at the time. We've seen God heal and we've seen others with much more faith than ourselves not got healed. We don't know the formula, and neither does anyone else but God himself. The book of Job pretty much sums up that part. We just do our best despite the circumstances. It rains on the just and the unjust, but we still know to keep praying for the weather to clear.
Which is a pretty good transition to talk about today's weather: tornadoes. Already, we're having spring weather in January. When Daddy walked outside at 7:00 this morning, and it was 65 degrees in January... I knew we were in for trouble. Of course, the forecast was for some rough weather. Yesterday, this same system wreaked havoc west of us, and it was heading our way. Today in Adairsville, not that far west of us, a tornado touched down, destroying homes and sending cars flying on interstate 75. This twister was 900 yards wide - that's four times the size of the Georgia Dome. It traveled for 22 miles, and had winds of up to 160 miles per hour. And this was in January already!
This storm system was all heading our way - but amazingly, things calmed down as they crossed the state more. In fact, as Daddy was looking the weather radar, a slight gap appeared in the front line crossing the state of Georgia. Can you believe it broke up and made a clearing over Forsyth County at just the right moment. Sure, it rained heavily on us all. But it just wasn't as bad for us where we were. Still, churches were canceling services left and right, including our own. I think one fear was flooding roads. Regardless, Daddy had a night off, so he went home early to be with Madison and Mommy. We watched "Mulan" together for the umpteenth time, an early Chinese New Year movie choice, during which we had popcorn and snuggle time.
Outside, the wind raged. The rain and storms had passed, but a front was coming through: a day that started out in the high sixties, wound up in the low thirties. Quite a drop for us!
This morning, after the doctor's appointments and picking up of the prescriptions, we were able to make our way to Cracker Barrel again. Mommy and Daddy love that place - and it helped quell our craving for pancakes - this came from hearing Paul Bunyan tales last night. It was nice, sitting and talking about things for a bit, the "calm before the storm," I suppose. But we are in fact pretty calm about things. Tonight we were praying for those in the path of the storm: Madison was genuinely sad for the victims - she was near tears thinking about it. She was also grateful for the protection and grace we have over our lives. And so are we. Despite the doctor's reports and oncoming storms, we are grateful for what we have and the grace over our lives.
The end result is that Mommy and Daddy have to come back. Yep, we both got problems. I know that was bad grammar, but we're both somewhat "on the mend." Daddy's problems are simpler: he's still healing a bit, and the bonus is he's got high blood pressure. This is sort of a genetic thing though, and for the first time in his life, he has a daily pill. Of course, when younger, there was the "daily pill" in the shape of Fred Flintstone or one of the characters from that show. But now it's official: I'm taking a high blood pressure pill.
Mommy's issues are more complex. Of course, she had cancer. That doesn't exist anymore, but there were a lot of issues related to tissues. I just had to write it that way because it rhymed. The point is that she's still in a long-term healing process, one that's been affecting her a little more drastically as of late. It's actually a good thing we had this appointment today, as she's had some rough weeks lately. We're still praying for a miracle, but God uses doctors as well. Daddy was supernaturally healed at one point, so the hope of course is always for a BAM! sort of moment where Mommy is all better. But God does put doctors in our lives. In the Bible, Luke was a doctor, right? Why do some people think that God's power is diminished when the sick actually go to a doctor? That's been the discussion of late, especially as it concerns cancer. Cancer is such a fast-spreading and evil thing that you really have to decide quickly what to do. It's a life-and-death moment, and back in 2006, we chose to listen to the doctors as soon as possible. Yes, they're human and make mistakes - that happens with anything. But most of all, we learned to be more assertive about what we felt was going on, and most importantly to trust those doctors that God has put in our lives. The ones we were blessed with really did have our best interest at heart, and were not "too busy" to miss out on crucial details. Again, Mommy has been suffering for years, on and off, related to the ileostomy reversal. It seems that radiation therapy has really done a number on her insides. But it's the best we could do at the time. We've seen God heal and we've seen others with much more faith than ourselves not got healed. We don't know the formula, and neither does anyone else but God himself. The book of Job pretty much sums up that part. We just do our best despite the circumstances. It rains on the just and the unjust, but we still know to keep praying for the weather to clear.
Which is a pretty good transition to talk about today's weather: tornadoes. Already, we're having spring weather in January. When Daddy walked outside at 7:00 this morning, and it was 65 degrees in January... I knew we were in for trouble. Of course, the forecast was for some rough weather. Yesterday, this same system wreaked havoc west of us, and it was heading our way. Today in Adairsville, not that far west of us, a tornado touched down, destroying homes and sending cars flying on interstate 75. This twister was 900 yards wide - that's four times the size of the Georgia Dome. It traveled for 22 miles, and had winds of up to 160 miles per hour. And this was in January already!
This storm system was all heading our way - but amazingly, things calmed down as they crossed the state more. In fact, as Daddy was looking the weather radar, a slight gap appeared in the front line crossing the state of Georgia. Can you believe it broke up and made a clearing over Forsyth County at just the right moment. Sure, it rained heavily on us all. But it just wasn't as bad for us where we were. Still, churches were canceling services left and right, including our own. I think one fear was flooding roads. Regardless, Daddy had a night off, so he went home early to be with Madison and Mommy. We watched "Mulan" together for the umpteenth time, an early Chinese New Year movie choice, during which we had popcorn and snuggle time.
Outside, the wind raged. The rain and storms had passed, but a front was coming through: a day that started out in the high sixties, wound up in the low thirties. Quite a drop for us!
This morning, after the doctor's appointments and picking up of the prescriptions, we were able to make our way to Cracker Barrel again. Mommy and Daddy love that place - and it helped quell our craving for pancakes - this came from hearing Paul Bunyan tales last night. It was nice, sitting and talking about things for a bit, the "calm before the storm," I suppose. But we are in fact pretty calm about things. Tonight we were praying for those in the path of the storm: Madison was genuinely sad for the victims - she was near tears thinking about it. She was also grateful for the protection and grace we have over our lives. And so are we. Despite the doctor's reports and oncoming storms, we are grateful for what we have and the grace over our lives.
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