Thursday, August 25, 2016

A Personal Note

Today I'm writing to you from a hospital room. It's a little before 7 a.m. and I've spent the night here to be near my husband, Tom. He was in a motorcycle accident yesterday morning on his way to work.

Gallant man that he is, he rode his bike because my vehicle was in the shop for repairs, and I drove his car to my job at a school library. I even drove past his accident scene, wondering why in the world the ambulance had to park smack dab in the middle of the intersection. Never once did I suspect it was so they could lift him off the pavement.

His injuries aren't as bad as many motorcycle accidents, thank the Lord. I know that several of you reading this were widowed that way and my heart goes out to you. But Tom called me from the site, told me to meet him at the E.R. Then he called a co-worker and told him he couldn't come to work! The man is strong as an ox!

But he will be here several days, and recuperation will take weeks. I don't think either of us can really wrap our head around what that will be like. I can't imagine him down for more than a week, so this will be a new experience for us. He's never been hospitalized! I haven't either, except for healthy baby deliveries. In fact, hooked up to IV's and monitors yesterday he commented about getting a better understanding of what his first wife, Marilyn, must have gone through with her many procedures before she passed away from ovarian cancer.

Well, I'm getting wordy. I only intended to ask for prayer and to explain that I won't be blogging very regularly, and I don't know when I'll get to Facebook requests. My life is on hold at the moment and Tom's the priority. He has broken ribs and a broken shoulder blade plus a small lung perforation. Today he might be moved out of the trauma unit to a regular room if his oxygen levels are acceptable. Then there will be a few more days here at the hospital for pain management. I have no idea what he'll need once he gets home. But the Lord knows and He will help us through. Yesterday He gave me hope through this verse in Proverbs 24:16a--For a righteous man falls seven times, and rises again... I know that in this fallen world there will come a day when we don't rise again, but I have a peace in my heart that this is simply one of the seven stumbles. We'll get back up this time. And that's a good reason to pray because I'm sure it won't be without a struggle and with what my neighbor Nancy refers to as "gettin' ugly." lol

It's been a wonderful encouragement already to know our church was praying for us last night, to have co-workers at each of our jobs tell us, "We've got you covered, you do what you need to do and don't worry about us," and to hear from far away family scrambling like fighter jets to fly to our aid. We are loved, and we feel it.

You are loved too. May your eyes (and mine) be opened more and more to the heights and depths of God's love and the love of the people He surrounds you with. Bask in it today. I'll keep praying for you, and you please pray for Tom and me.

love to you,
ferree

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Morning Hymn

Do you ever wake up too early, or perhaps not ever fall asleep? This was how I felt one early morning, and times since, but I like how the thoughts that came to me helped put life in perspective. No pat-answer solutions, or three-easy-steps, but God does penetrate the ozone layer at times. May you find time to rest in Him this weekend.

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MORNING HYMN

by Ferree Hardy

I wake before dawn

and in the dark

begin the song

of ancient ways

and steadfast praise

With each note

the darkness fades

a rooster crows,

and spider sews

one last strand on her

dewdrop doily

Birds arouse

They join in

Mourning dove,

Robin, wren

Singing of You,

the Giver of all

Your goodness freshens

it brings cool hint

of snow and mint

to salt-stained skin

Red-brimmed eyes

and sadness-fevered

soul

Father of health

and life itself

with love beyond

the stratosphere

and faithfulness that

fills the sky

Your glory orbs

the earth we hear

And wrapped in shimmering

clouds

it reaches down to

collect the songs

of one weak woman

and birds

Monday, August 15, 2016

Christ At The Door

I've written before about this familiar painting of Christ knocking on the door of our heart.

But sometimes he knocks on the back door, doesn't he? The entry we don't want our guests to use--that messy place where we dump the junk and burdens that pile up on a daily basis.

If you're crumpled in a corner today and can't see your way through the piles of problems in your life, God is still out there, still knocking.

He's come around to the back door, like family. But He won't just barge in on you.
And, one more thing, if your door is locked, he has a key. You don't need to get up, just cry out to him. God knows if we cannot fight any longer. He sees us on our knees.

the Lord lifts up those who are bowed down,
the Lord loves the righteous.
The Lord watches over the alien
and sustains the fatherless and the widow . . .
Psalm 146:8,9
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