May 12, 2008
I’m really starting to enjoy having the chance to connect with you all through the weekly newsletter. It’s a great way to be able to share things with you on a more regular basis, from my weekly events to things going on in the worlds of ministry, pain– whatever! Thanks for humoring me and reading my anecdotes.
(Written Thursday afternoon) This week has been a busy one as I’ve been registering Josh for Kindergarten (which means you have to dig out a zillion pieces of paperwork, immunization records, social security number, etc.) I ran all over town last week chasing down his medical records which kept being transferred between two doctors. Monday afternoon we had our weekly visit to Children’s Hospital where he tries new foods and other things for sensory issues. I’m excited that next week I will be interviewed for a national parenting magazine by a writer doing an article on Sensory Processing Disorder. I’m eager to help spread the word about this little-known condition that many kids (and adults!) struggle with.
My husband has been working lots; he plays the keyboards and he had a gig Tuesday night and a recording Wednesday night. Last night about 7:30 Josh saw the cat was in pain. She had an abscess on her cheek so we rushed her to the emergency animal hospital. Likely another cat got her and then it got infected (It’s that mean tabby cat that keeps sneaking into our house. “Our kitty is not interested in you, so go find another love interest!” I want to tell him!) Five hours later and $600 (gasp!) surgery was completed and she came home this morning. Josh and I left to go to his school for more assessment testing and she was sound asleep on the couch, a bit pitiful with her “cone head” on her, but resting.
When we came home she was no where to be found. My sweet son evidently thinks the rapture happened and we missed it because he found her cone sitting where she had been earlier and said, “Why did God take our cat??” We’ve looked everywhere possible and can’t find where she is hiding. My whole house smells like tuna with plates of it in every room, but so far… no cat. (Friday update: 6 plates of tuna all over the house brought her out eventually. Gee, my house smells dandy, but at least she’s doing fine.)
Other things happening. . . American Bible Society Presents has scheduled the filming of my interview and visiting a HopeKeepers Group for May 19th. I thought I would try to cut down prednisone a bit from my 14 mg back to my original 7 mg I was on before Christmas to try to get rid of the puffiness in my face. But two days and two milligrams later my hands feel more like claws and I can feel the fibro aching all over my back like a bad sunburn under the skin. I think it would be better to hire a good make up artist so I plan to visit the beauty school soon to see what they can offer for twenty-five bucks (how much concealer can you buy for $25?)
We’re now off to our weekly Little Gym visit so Josh can “wear out his batteries.” I pray that everyone feels God’s comfort this weekend. I know there are many blessed moms. But after dealing with infertility myself, I know Mother’s Day can also be emotionally draining. Many of you wish you were moms, many of you have lost children who are now in heaven, many of you have prodigals. This week I’ve been told by my son, “I don’t want to be your mommy any more!” (He got his words a bit mixed up) and later, “You’re the best mommy in the whole world.” Being a mom has certainly made me understand the Lord’s relationship with us better, because like kids, we tend to throw up these same odd comments to Him. “I don’t need this! I don’t want to follow your rules any more!” and then moments later, “Lord, what would I do without you? You are the best!”
Love you all. May you feel His peace,
“Even now, take your stand and see this great thing which the Lord will do before your eyes.”
