A Hurt Nose and A Hurt Finger...

Today is a new week.  Lot of stuff to do and check off my list.  This Friday night is our school's Dinner and Auction.  So it is a week of putting it all together.  I have to finish up the boys passports (just have to get the guarantee part done).  I have an eye appointment for me and need to book a few for some of the boys.  Sammy has his Algebra project to complete.  So it goes...


This weekend while visiting the in-laws, Sammy and Tyler got into a playful fight.  It was comical, I suppose.  Sanj was the "ref" that just watched.  I was yelling at him to make them stop.  Obviously, he did not see the need.  I told him that he was on ER duty.


Sure enough, we get home.  Sammy is convinced Tyler broke his nose.  Since he could tell me this, with no crying or blood, I wasn't worried.  Tyler, on the other hand, comes into the room with his right index finger all swollen.  "I think it is broken," he says.  I looked at Sanj.  This is his writing, typing hand, this is his hand that he practices guitar and needs when he goes to the washroom.


Tyler was up most of the night.  Apparently at some point, he fell off his bed and was really hurting.  Here's the thing, we are 99% sure it is more sprained then broken.  This is usually the case.  Yet, there is that 1% that you can't help but wonder, "What if it IS broken?"


At the  end of the drama, Tyler want me not Daddy to take him to the emerg.  Lucky me!  I am feeling lousy... (cramp, yes, again) but when mommy duty calls, one must rise to the calling, right?


Lucky for us, we were in and out in an hour and half!!!  Of course, the nurses and doctor found the whole bit amusing.  When asked what happened, he said, "Um, I hurt it on my brother's nose!"  lol


 It was not broken but obviously badly hurt.  She splinted it and wrapped it nicely for him.  No basketball!  Suddenly, this was all not so funny.  Now I had a moody teen, trying to convince me that he can play b-dall.  Yet, he gets home and has to go bathroom, lol, oh bother... how is this going to work?!! hehe...


I love my boys.  They are hilarious!

Come Soon.... Please!

I had a friend over today for lunch.  It was so lovely.  As we talked about the pains of people in our community, we were talking about Heaven.  Maybe I am getting old but life ... it is so full of stuff.  There is so much hurting, sickness and pain.  There is so much in lives that are empty and many don't have a clue of how to fill that void.

When I feel like that, I go to food.  It feels so good for the moment and then I want to hit myself over the head.  Lately, as the boys were struggling with the stomach flu, I couldn't help but think... how bad would it be to vomit after eating?  Surely I wouldn't be one of those people that couldn't stop...  just enough to lose some of the weight and then I would stop.  Where do these thoughts come from?

In one of my boys classes there was the issue of cutting one's self.  It became a cool thing to do when one was upset.  I don't think many did it as much as talked about it... but when was that the answer and where did these thoughts come from?

There is drinking... it does what?  Relaxes and takes the edge off?  This is not appealing to meal, as I don't like the taste of alcohol but I get the whole idea of looking for a way to take the edge off.

I don't know what the answer is as each passing year, life becomes more crazy and pressure filled for many.  I see sadness and true despair in beings that don't even know how to help themselves anymore.  How do you show someone that they are beautiful and full of worth?  How do you show someone that they are not a loser?  How do you get someone to stop calling themselves that?

I get it.  I was there.  I have been through the journey from loserville to believing that I am awesome (most of the time), that I am a prized child of God.  I believe that it is all about me... that God in His awesomeness handles all the stresses and strife in the world... yet... He is all about me, too. I believe He is caring about finding me a parking spot when I need it, He is about answering my weather prayers, my prayers about mistakes that I made and now need His help bailing me out.... He is all about me!

I love Him so much.  I have a small minded faith.  I love God!  He loves me!  How do you help someone find confidence in their self?  How do you help someone see that GOD MAKES ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL!  It is imperfect when we see it thorough our eyes.  I can only imagine His frustration when we bring down His creation... when we bring down ourselves.

Today... I am saying a prayer... it is for you... yes, you, my friend, that you stop judging your self-worth through eyes of sinful souls.  You are beautifully and wonderfully made.  Imagine how much God must cherish you, His creation!

Today ... I am saying a prayer for you, my friend x 3... that each of you find your job and fulfillment that you seek.  Lord, please lead my friend on their journey.

Today.... I pray for you... hurting, scared, tired and confused.
You are not alone.

Jesus, please come soon.  Please be with my friends as they are seeking and searching.  Hold their hand. Let them feel Your mighty presence.

I love you!
Amen

Can I Ask You a Question?

I got an email from a friend the other day and she ended with this...

"Well, I am getting tired....time to head to bed. Just finished watching an episode of Sex in the City. Interesting question was posed.....'Can you forgive, when you can't forget?' "

It is just a simple email... but that question has really had me thinking. Can you forgive, when you can't forget?"


Then different situations flash through my head... some from a lifetime ago... some big and some small.

Can you forgive when forgiveness hasn't been asked for?

I would think that big hurts... are the ones you never forget. Yet can you REALLY forgive if it is not forgotten?
I would have to say it would depend on the hurt. I would have to say yes.

And here I thought Sex In the City was just about shoes and sex! Who would have thought?