On a Very Snowy Day

So, I’m sitting here this morning gazing out our office window as I type. It looks slightly deceiving outside. It’s somewhere between 15-20 degrees, the wind is blowing, there’s a fluffy layer of snow covering most things, and yet, there’s a fairly thick layer of ice underneath which has caused numerous accidents on our roadways.

The children want to go out and play, but knowing how cold it is, I don’t know if our winter wear is quite warm enough, especially with the temperature steadily dropping.

I haven’t had time to update. I think I’ve over-committed myself for the month. I’ve begun teaching a class at church called “When Life is Hard: Turning Your Trials into Gold” because I really wanted to do the study myself and I wanted accountability to finish. That’s been taking up most of my evening time, and to top it off, the children all caught the flu last week and Scarlett had a double whammy. She had strep throat at the same time. Last week, no doubt, was a bit over the top, and trying to care for sick/cranky children is very wearing.

Thankfully, neither Jeff nor I got the flu. My doctor(s) thought it would be a good idea to put me on Tamiflu as a precautionary method, and it worked.

This study, though, is excellent, and has already helped me with coming to terms (not at the gold stage yet, though) with the events of my life that have been less than ideal. If you’re a Christian and you’ve ever been through a trial or are going through one now, (and I believe we all must admit to the truth of this in our lives), I highly recommend either reading the book or working through the study.

In the meantime, the growth hormone I was on that was making me dreadfully ill, has somewhat abated it’s terror on my body. In fact, I’ve had about 3 good days, and yesterday was so good, I only had diarrhea once! Praise God for his tender mercies…and I had been thinking all day how glorious it would be to have a day of constipation.

Now, not to be so descriptively coarse, but you must know that things are a’changing. (If you’re squeamish, don’t read the rest of this paragraph). My “stool” has changed. It’s always been a liquid mass of sick-nasty, but as of a few days ago, when I began noticing changes, there was some form to it. I tried to get Jeff to come look, but he was quite determined in his refusal. He said he heard enough to know something was going on, and that’s the other thing. The process of my elimination has become quite noisy; there’s a lot of air involved, and Jeff said it sounded like an almost-empty ketchup bottle being squeezed into the toilet. I had to laugh, especially because it’s so true. When it’s noisy, and yes I look, there’s form…like elbow macaroni noodles, and to me, that’s almost as exciting as potty-training my children! It means God is working through that growth hormone.

So there you have it. If you’ve been praying, know that God is answering. He’s working on my heart, my emotions, my ability to accept, and more miraculously, He’s at work in my 6 inches…which may be a little more than that these days. Wouldn’t that be a hallelujah chorus!!