He Restores My Soul!

"The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want,

He makes me lie down in green pastures,

He leads me beside still waters,

He restores my soul!"

Psalm 23:1-3

Tomorrow I am off for a no internet, nobody but me two day retreat! I am excited and expectant. I know God will go with me and hold me and tell me stuff I need to hear.

And I will rest. Ahhh. Nothing like the rest from God.

I apologize that the ole' blog has not been up every Tuesday and Thursday. I've just been bushed. And empty. So time to refill. Hit the restart button.

John is doing wonderfully and may go back full time sometime next week.

Ain't God amazing?

If you read this, please pray that I will rest in God's arms and hear Him clearly during my vaca/retreat!

Stepping Off the Roller Coaster

The ride has stopped. Queeziness. Dizziness. Excitement that it's over.

My husband John's brain was officially, medically declared just fine.

YAY!

Six weeks ago, I got a call. John had been in a motorcycle accident resulting in a tramautic brain injury. In the past six weeks, he's suffered through a subdural hematoma, a subarachnoid hemorrhage and several punctate contusions to his brain. He developed pulmonary emboli (blood clot) in his lungs and a hematoma and huge owwie (medical term) to his left calf.

It only took 6 weeks. God healed. GOD HEALED!

Now I'm a little unsure just how to get my bearings again. It's time to nurture myself and process the pain. I guess. That's what people close to me have said. So here goes. What do I do? Spa? Shopping Spree? Sleep?

I think the answer is to wait. Just wait on the Lord. He has proven Himself, ONCE AGAIN, to be the Rock of my life. The constant. John could've died or changed into someone I'd never met. It would have been devestating and I don't know how I would've reacted. But I do know that God is my constant. Not John. God was with me when I was 8 and looked up in the West Texas sky and asked if He was really there. God was with me when I held my mother's hand as she died. God will be with me when I breathe my last. He is my Constant. He is my Rock.

So now as I exit the roller coaster I wait in a "I'm not exactly sure what to do now" state. I will be fine. And grateful. And joyous. And I will look around to see if anyone I know is on a roller coaster.

Then I'll cheer and pray for them.

A Ten Year Old Angel

Noah turned 10 this week. The enormity of depth and rich blessings I possess ONLY because I am his mom amazes me when I think about it. So in honor of Noah:

Top Ten Reasons I adore my son:

10) He has the most contagious laugh - it's my favorite sound in the world.

9) The way he is all boy, including a horrible aversion to using tissue when his shirt is available.

8) Watching Scooby my Puggle and Noah play is to watch two souls entertwined in silliness.

7) The way he looks at his dad as if John was the king of the world. To Noah right now, he is.

6) His brain - he is able to do Math that I absolutely have no idea how to solve.

5) The way he sees God - The Creator, the Savior, the One in charge. 'nuff said.

4) Noah's tears come when he is deeply moved. So when I spy them, I know the moment is precious.

3) He loves to be teased and tickled. So I oblige! :0)

2) God has used this little boy to teach me God's love for me. Over and over.

And the number one reason why I adore my son:

1) He is my GIFT from God to be cherished and honored all the days of my life.