Wednesday, September 18, 2013

K.I.S.S

I know K.I.S.S. makes one think of  "Keep It Simple Stupid."
 However, since the theme of our women's retreat is "Abundant Simplicity"  our team decided to morph this acronym to "Keep It Simple Sister."
 It's our retreat mantra.
Some simply awesome retreat friends
If overwhelmed, distracted and exhausted are words that describe you then this retreat was designed just for you!  Based on her book, "Abundant Simplicity" our speaker, Jan Johnson, will share how God invites us to live an unhurried, uncluttered life in which we make choices joyfully and intentionally.
 
Doesn't that sound simply wonderful?
 
She will give us experiments and practices of simplicity that will help us live the abundant life that God has designed for us. The thought of it makes me want to clean closets and cupboards of the unused stuff I've collected and only save things that really are needed. This idea stretches to simplicity of time, simplicity of speech and simplicity of service.
 
You know, so there's less of that life-fluff that causes distraction and stress.
Of all my retreat planning years, this has been the most relaxed and enjoyable by far. Why? It's so simply simple. No bells or whistles.  Jan Johnson is all about picking the engaging relational life we were meant to live. By shedding self indulgence and pretension, we can then allow God's power to move through us and bless others because ...
 We have more time, love and space to do good.
Keep It Simple Sister!

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Summer Leftovers

He alone stretches out the heavens and treads on the waves of the sea.
Job 9:8
Looking over summer beach pictures, I found these leftover gems. 
Each left a grin on my face :)
I remember when the adults in the family would hold my hands and scoop me up over the white waves roaring toward mini-me. Did you ever do that as a child? Now, it's Benson's turn to feel small, yet protected. Here is Grandpa, Little Benson and Daddy Dave ... darling ... Sigh.
Benson flew his first kite and I was honored to share the experience. 
 "Look Momma, I do it!" he squealed. There he stood in the hot sand holding the kite string starring at what looked (to him) like a diamond floating in the sky. Magical.
Simple joys! THIS is what life is all about.

Last Thursday, Dan and his buddy went surfing while I parked my can on the beach.  It was a wonderfully-slow afternoon. I picked these two up after school and away we went. Thursdays are my day off, so it's the perfect time to do this carefree sort of thing ...at least while the weather cooperates! Flag football is starting so Dan's surf days are numbered ... gotta squeeze in what we can!
 Sadly, I packed away all the summer decore this weekend and am slowly sprinkling Fall into our home. Tomorrow starts our first full week of school and work. Thank goodness for summer memories to pull us through the new hectic routine. This summer was one of our best; little drama, new experiences, welcomed changes, and packed with good health (hold the collarbone) and togetherness. 
Yum!
 Those were some tasty summer leftovers.
For dessert? Two more chickens died this past week. We are down to ten now. However, dead birds would make for a horrible dessert. I will stick with jelly bellies and chewing on the tasty leftovers of Summer 2013!

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Role Model

 Seventh grade Daniel was assigned to write a paper on the best role model in his life. When I read his finished work, my heart swelled with motherly AND brotherly love. There is so much suffering and struggle around lately. The tingly joy feeling Daniel's paper left inside me felt like a beacon in  thick fog. Enjoy!
Role Model
By Daniel Fisher
 Have you heard of a baby that is only months old that has survived multiple heart and stomach surgeries? Well that “Baby of Steel” is my older brother. Ever since I can remember, I have always tagged along with Lucas. He is the only person I look up to, my role model.
      Lucas is always keeping me laughing. His quick witted brain is a joke factory, and his jokes are always creative. At the dinner table, he can make a boring story hilarious. Probably the funniest part of Lucas is when he is just himself, when he’s not trying to be funny at all.
God is very relevant in Lucas’ life. He always goes to God first for all his problems before going to anyone else. When he goes to church, he’s a big help and he plays guitar on the worship team. Once Lucas had a person try to sell him drugs, and he responded by giving him a Bible and showing him God’s love.
Even though he may see me as his annoying little brother, he is always encouraging, and helping me. Every day when I get home from school he asks me about my day and he gives me advice about middle school. Musically, we are a team, and he is always encouraging me and giving me tips to improve. Whenever I need help with homework, he is there to help me in any way he can.
These two have come a long way!
But obviously the most important quality of his is his great love for God. He is the best “Gospel-spreader” I know, and he loves God unconditionally. Lucas is a fantastic role-model, and I couldn’t ask for a better one.
 
 

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Birthdays and Long Weekends

Those are two of my favorite things! Birthday Parties and long holiday weekends. What's not to like? And, having both happen at the same time feels like we hit some sort of FUN LOTTERY. This is my kind of jackpot!
The traditional birthday donut walk

Hang Thirteen :)
We started off Daniel's birthday-morning by walking the Wiener Sisters to the donut shop. It was still "hotter than the hinges of hell" so, although only a few blocks away it felt MUCH farther. Even the dogs with their tongues hanging out  their mouths and practically dragging on the street would agree! What better way to kick off a new year than with apple fritters, cinnamon rolls and white cake donuts with sprinkles on top? It's not like we would be eating birthday cake later on. He, he!
Dan's Fans

Overboard made Daniel's cake, with some help from my Dad. He made the surfboard out of balsa wood and she made what looks like bronzed Stretch Armstrong riding the wave. Although only family came over, I decorated SpongeBob style, as Daniel watches this cartoon every day! 
He made a point to tell everyone that he did not pick out the decorations. He is at the age where being cool at all times is key. Even if it means denying his favorite sponge.
I love this kid!

The Birthday dinner party was a hit!
The night weather was gorgeous and thankfully it cooled down after sunset. We ate outside and hovered around the birthday boy. Except Benson. He was more interested in running up and down the baggo boards over and over, and over ... his energy level is exhausting to watch!
After presents and cake, we moved the party to the front yard to play basketball and skateboard. Again, it was a perfect summer night activity. When everyone left, Daniel crashed on the couch. Sara plopped right on top of him and fell asleep too. It's love :)
 
This morning Daniel was up first thing and starting to learn a new song on the ukulele. My Teckie and I took a unicycle ride and run. I'll say it again, "Momma Mia! He can run fast!" My face was tomato-red and steamy when we returned home. Those four miles are such a challenge when he is in front ... speedily leading the way. Puff, puff, puff!
Sweet dreams thirteen-year old!
 Now, we are off to see Dan's good buddy, Kobe, in a play, then wine tasting with friends. I love birthdays and long weekends!


So that wraps up Daniel's 13th. Most importantly, I continue to pray for his good health, smart choices and showered blessings throughout this next year. He is really growing up fast. Watching him physically, emotionally and musically mature is a gift from our great God.
Children are a gift from the LORD;
they are a reward from him
Psalm 127:3, NLT

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Celebrating 13 in a flea-free zone!

 
Happy Birthday to my ukulele playing-pistol-packing-surfer-dude son!
 Yesterday I vacuumed AGAIN, then Dan and I loaded up the Wiener Sisters and headed to Overboard's while our house was blown up, flea style. "It's hotter than the hinges of hell"  .... as Overboard says, so hanging out in their air conditioned house was no problemo (that darn Spanish always creeps in). It was a blessing to have somewhere to go for the day!
The Wiener Sisters during their spa day at Overboards
 The Weenies were bathed and given a healthy dose of Frontline Plus, while My Teckie took Daniel to The Guitar Center to buy his much wanted ukulele. Every since our Hawaiian friends taught him this summer, He's been yearning for one ... but ukuleles, well a good one, ain't cheap! So, THANK YOU  to G-ma Fish who sent him a generous b-day check. He knew instantly how he wanted to spend it. That's right, the "Uke." Usually, we make our kids save half their b-day money, but this time we made an exception. He has not stopped playing that thing. He plays and sings along to the song by Jason Miraz, "I'm Yours" and he sounds pretty darn good!  
"My dog does not have fleas"
 
Tonight we celebrate Daniel in a flea-free environment and thank God for placing this amazing kid in our family!
Raise your grape soda and Cheers to Dan, CLINK!
Happy Birthday!


Friday, August 30, 2013

Late Thursday Thidbits

My thidbits are a day late ... whatever. Life happens :)
 
Fighting fleas is taking it's toll. I cant go on with this routine.  We're having the house flea bombed today. We'll move out for a bit, but TOTALLY WORTH IT! Bombs Away, I say! Paws and fingers crossed that this blowout will de-flea us!
Fleas, fleas go away, don't come back another day!

As for the first week of school? Some fourth grade girls caught a preying mantis. They found a jar/home and now we have a "class pet." Next day, they brought in a bigger jar, filled it with greens, and found out that preying mantis's eat fruit and aphids. Of course, they put watermelon in his house. Unlike fleas, these girls are excited about watching this interesting insect. It's simply awesome to see their joy and care over this green-stick-long thing. What a sweet reminder to be thankful for the small things God puts in our path. Fleas not included.
One of the best parts of working in a Christian school is the time of open prayer. The teacher takes prayer requests and then whoever wants to (about half the class) puts a voice to their hearts and pray out loud. It's an intimate time. Of course, the prayers of children are music to God's ears, right? Even if they are asking for the preying mantis to survive.


Open your heart to blessings around you
Parenting Thidbit: I can't believe I had to ground Daniel  for the first time ....ever. He has always been a polite, by-the-book-straight-arrow-kind of kid. However, when I was talking on the phone to Terminix (Bombs Away) he decided to be Liberace on the piano. I could not hear, so I asked him sweetly to wait to practice. He told me to use another phone, and continued to practice. The nerve! Hanging up, I was flabbergasted and angry. Daniel is a changing teenager, pressing boundaries, and being disrespectful. I had to press back. I sent him to his room and took away his itouch. He got the message. He will be turning thirteen tomorrow, and is well casted for the part!
"The Terrible Teen's" starring ... DANIEL!
 
Starring Daniel!
No matter what is chaotically brewing around you, remember to slow down and find the preying mantis in your life. You know .. that small simple thing that brings  joy and awe .... like... good health, summer blooms still hanging on, a good night's sleep, flea bombs, and watermelon. God places little gifts everywhere in our paths. Perhaps we forget to open our eyes to everyday miracles that circle us like silent tornados, as we are too harried, grumpy or stressed to take them into our hearts? They are out there, and not flashy or obvious. So find one, appreciate and nurture it, maybe feed it watermelon? See what happens.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

The Caboose of Summer

I'm counting. The first day of school is sixteen hours away! Hopefully the push of working twenty hours a week will not keep me from blogging. It has been a great way to stay in touch with friends and family far away. 
The Brothers of Badminton
 And BTW ... If you have any doubts about the money you spend keeping fleas off your dog, I am here to encourage you to never stop. It is money well spent. Let's just say that one dog (I won't say names, I don't want to embarrass her) now has worms. This late breaking news is brought to you by an infected flea she ate that came to life in her intestines. Like dog zombies. I wanted to vomit when I figured it out. Yes, now there's more money towards the Wiener Sisters because I forgot to give them "the pill" at the beginning of summer... and another confirmation that we have become scuzzy-flea people. The vet told me it can take THREE MONTHS before our flea problem is totally eradicated. I slumped when I heard that news. Like a bag of wet cement.

Baggo, or Corn hole. Whatever you call it, this is a fun game!
On to a cheerier subject ....
 We did this "last Saturday night before school" justice. Badminton, Baggo, Wheelbarrow Races and Ace in the dark, in awesome Southern California  weather, was what we played. Ace in the Dark is a game the kids taught the adults that had to do with one person "dying" and everyone else trying to figure out who the killer was. All it took was a deck of cards and playing it five times before the adults "got it." It wasn't easy for us Old Farts to think like kids again!
Wheelbarrow races aren't as easy as they used to be!
The hours left on this first-day-of-school eve are numbered ... I'm off to enjoy this Sunday afternoon, and savor the caboose of my summer.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Camp Rocks

Yesterday, was not all about the fleabags.
 First the CAMP part...
Leaving super early in the AM, I took Lucas to San Pedro to catch the boat. He is now on Catalina Island with his Camp del Corazon buddies. He has been friends with this "broken-hearted" (literally) group for nine years. The first year he attended his cabin name was “The Tugboats” because they were the youngest. This year he is in “Senior 3,” the oldest. The blessing of watching your children grow up and be healthy, NEVER gets old!
Lucas and his camp counselor
 One glitch ... I was careful to load up his guitar, sleeping bag, meds and suitcase to the car (he's useless with that broken bone), that I forgot my purse … AGAIN! I also forgot it last weekend in Santa Barbara. What an idiota! Once I realized I was  driving without my purse, money, lipstick, I.D. … all those travel necessities, I felt a tad insecure, and this freeway drama didn't help: In Los Angeles there was a bomb scare on the 101 North freeway. I drove one puny mile (that is 5280 feet and I rolled slowly over every one of them) in an hour. Like a snail. Purse less for three hours in traffic wasn't appreciated when I had a house of fleas waiting to battle at home. 
Have I mentioned how much I hate Los Angeles?
Well, nothing has changed in the
 "I HATE L.A. Department."
Now for the ROCKS part ...
"Abundant Simplicity" is the theme of our Ladies Getaway in October. It will be here in seven short weeks so it's time to start rocking my responsibilities.
Writing "Faith, Hope, Peace and Love" on polished rocks left me pondering each of those words. All of them deflect the darkness, posses power, and feed the soul. Life would be meaningless without those four things, and Jesus said it best ...
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. 1Corinithians 13:13
I see that "peace" didn't make the cut with Jesus. I think peace is necessary to find your way and keep balance in this crazy, hectic world. And, "true peace" can only come from Him.
So, Peace be with you, and Peace-Out on this Peace-filled Friday morning!
 
 

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Scuzzy Flea People on Thursday Thidbits

At the risk of sounding like a Hillbilly, I am going to share a private Thidbit of what’s happening in our home. Please don’t judge me, k?

The last two weeks I noticed Weiner Sister Goldie had a sort of sand in her short fur. I found similar sand in  our bed. Bothered, I changed the sheets, twice.  My Teckie took one of the small granules and put it under the microscope. I don’t know if it’s odd we did that, or odd that we have a microscope on hand. Anyways, we were curious what it was. Under the scope, it looked like a teeny-tiny rock.
That was ten days ago.
The Hosts
Well those little rocks hatched into fleas! The "sand" was flea eggs!  And … I freaked when I shamefully admitted  fleas were living here and laying hundreds of eggs that were being transported via daschund to every room in our house. Remember, don’t judge! My Teckie immediately ran to our dining room and took the microscope slide out with the sand/egg that had been sitting there for a week. It makes me itch just writing about this. I have been cleaning, washing, and vacuuming until I’m dog-tired (oh look, a pun!). How did these vermin move in?  I realized that I forgot to give the Weiner Sisters their monthly flea pill at the start of summer. Fast forward three months and this is what you get. It’s gross and I am embarrassed to admit this happened as we're not scuzzy-flea people, I repeat ... we are not scuzzy flea people, just forgetful... and yes, I'm an idiota (that's Spanish for idiot) for messing up the flea medicine. 

So, we gave the dogs flea baths yesterday with special shampoo. I had never done that before. You have to lather up the shampoo and leave it in for five minutes. That feels like 35 minutes in dog time! However, Daniel and I pulled it off.  After reading about these blood-sucking mites today, I discovered that they gather under a dog’s legs, arms, back of neck and genitals. Ok, how would this flea-rookie know THAT? I realized that I didn’t lathered up their privates like I should have. Just to be safe, I HAD to look. Sure enough, there were a few fleas in both of their undercarriages. So, in less than 24 hours, I repeated the flea bath and took care of business.  I feel stained.
Poor Goldie hating her flea bath

Again, don’t judge me. Or, my ability to keep things "real" will come to a halt and I will have to pretend everything is hanging in perfect balance over here.  Clearly, it's not.
The past 24 hours reminded me of when Cutie-Pie brought home lice in the second grade. I remember Overboard crying when the lice returned two weeks later (Note: I didn't grow up in a scuzzy-lice home).  Lice, fleas, bugs … any parasite, leaves me feeling dirty, scratchy and unkempt.  Remember ... we're  not scuzzy-flea people!

Wellllll ... I guess we are now.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Thank God and Cheerios

Lucas was improving so much these last couple days, even sleeping without his sling, that I questioned if surgery was really needed. I wasn’t  positive it was the right decision to make, so I asked Teckie to come with us to Santa Barbara  to see the orthopedist. He  went quiet and obviously didn’t' want to miss work and his meeting. However, it was important that he be there. Don’t you think? After I called him “Mr. Quad” he agreed. Perhaps he needed a reminder to jog his memory how we landed here in the first place?
Another X-ray in what looks like Adam's fig leaf.
Off we went for another x-ray.  When the doc measured the bones, there was no change from the last film. We discussed what it meant to NOT do surgery; longer healing time, no re-injury prevention (UG!), one shoulder will be 1.7 centimeters shorter (among other things). Lucas could care less about the cosmetic part. He is riddled with scars, and his chest doesn’t' look close to normal. When we discussed that his shoulders would be uneven he said it didn't  matter because his body is temporary and it will rot in the dirt in the end! True that!

After weighing it all, we decided he would not have surgery this Friday. The doc was on board. Lucas was ecstatic times ten. We have to return in four weeks to x-ray, as sometimes the bones have non-union and then surgery is necessary to fix it.


Amazingly enough, I called Camp Del Corazon and they had one spot open for camp that starts tomorrow! San Pedro is where we’re headed to catch the boat to Catalina Island. Lucas was over the moon when I told him. He decided not to tell any of his camp friends and surprise them all. That should be fun to witness :)
Isn’t it a miracle how God sews circumstances all together for good?

Rejoice in the Lord always: and again I say, Rejoice.
Philippians 4:4
 Lucas is now thankful that surgery cancelled last week because of that one bite of Cheerios. Me too. Never anticipating I would feel that way, I will say it again, God is amazing!
Overwhelmed by the day.... blessed by the outcome ... excited he can drive sooner ... exhausted by the emotional roller coaster ...  I'm pooped out!
In closing, I will repeat what has been the theme of our last 19 days with his broken collarbone...

 "If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans."
Thanks Cheerios. 

Monday, August 19, 2013

Santa Barbara N' Stuff

How do people make it through life without a sister? 
The upside of Lucas's darn Cheerio bite/cancelled surgery was that the Santa Barbara trip was back on the books! Cutie-Pie and I drove up and stayed with Miss Piggy.  What a perfect way to end summer ... two days on the beach with great weather, habanero beer, tummy-hurting laughs, a late night game of  bocci (and winning by one point -- what an upset!) and spending lounge time with my sisters. It's a big-fat blessing that I'll never take for granted.
Spicy habanero beer and onion rings. The diet always starts tomorrow, right?
It felt amazing to just BE. That is not easy for me as I error on the side of having ants in my pants ... so to speak. The peaceful weekend was like a calm before the storm of a new school year.
View from the pullino
Admittedly, last week was stressful with THE spoonful of Cheerios  and all that led up to it. You can bet that I  enjoyed every second of the blissful stagnation and relaxation in Santa Barbara.  Knowing this next week would be full of work and getting ready for school, I dove head first into doing nothing with my sisters, and loved it. Today I worked all day, Daniel is at Magic Mountain (again) and Lucas is out with friends.

Last week Lucas came to school with me and put his one good arm to work.
Here he is at my desk creating spelling packets. Thanks Lucas, for lending me A hand...literally!

I admit I'm excited for fourth grade to start. Working in the class and prepping feels like the buildup to New Years Eve. Then ... the  anticipated first day arrives and a new school year is off and running. So much hope and excitement looms in our empty class right now. Next? Just add 28 children next Monday and ... Wellah!

Just when I was about to put away my "America Cross" from July,
it landed in the classroom! The perfect home, no? 

What a drag it will be to drive Lucas to school his Junior Year. After the surgery we will have to start with a whole new four weeks of no driving. Surgery is scheduled for 6:45 Friday morning (no time for Cheerios!), but the doctor called and said he will squeeze us in on Wednesday or Thursday. Wellllll Doc, which one is it? Again, no call back. We will be ready "on the fly" to return to Santa Barbara for a not-so-fun visit. Hoping it doesn't clash with registration, orientations, shoe buying and haircuts, I realize we are at the mercy of this doctor. Being on the other side of surgery will feel good to me, and Lucas, who is still moping over missing Camp Del Corazon. He is learning responsibility the hard way.

Lui with the sisters

  When I returned home last night, Daniel was eager to show me his new surfboard . It's cool, I guess. With school starting, I honestly don't know when he'll make it to the beach. Regardless, Happy 13th Birthday to Daniel!
 Hang Ten!
And ... while at Play It Again Sports, my Teckie also bought Daniel new quad riding boots.  Let's be honest people ... There is tension in our home over the quads. Despite my boy's love of this risky sport, I say SELL THEM! Don't let the quad, make you a quad! I have been doing  research and am sick to my stomach over the amount of death and serious injury caused while riding. Lucas got off easy with a broken collarbone! I know I can't make my husband stop or force him to sell the darn things. However, the mounting medical bills over the collarbone, combined with seeing Lucas hurt and miss out on so much, will hopefully turn his heart away from the quads.
That is my prayer anyway. 

Sweet Benson  loves to swing!
 Benson is on his way over and we're off to the park while Cutie-Pie runs errands. He will be three in September! Where has the time gone?

Having a sister is like having a best friend you can't get rid of. 
You know whatever you do, they'll still be there.  ~Amy Li
Cheers to sisters, CLINK!
 
That's a wrap on Santa Barbara N' Stuff.

Unicycle Rose wishes you poise, stability and cool steadiness
 as you're keeping balance in the new school year!
  

Thursday, August 15, 2013

The Bite that Cancelled Surgery

While blogging this morning, Lucas showed interest in writing. I suggested he put thoughts down so he could be my guest blogger. I am going to skip to the last paragraph he wrote about his surgery, because it is crucial to what followed ...
                "I think the worst part of all of this is that I can’t eat and I’ve been hungry since I woke up around 7ish. It’s going to be a long day. Oh well. "
 
About an hour after he wrote this, I walked into the eating area and there he was with a big bowl of Cheerios in front of him. As I walked by, it didn't register that he was EATING!  Then it clicked.  Stopping him immediately, he said he was so hungry, he forgot about NO FOOD AFTER MIDNIGHT. He had only taken one bite, but I feared it was one bite too many.
 
I called the anesthesia people in disbelief. There I sat on hold, waiting to see if we could go ahead with a tablespoon of Cheerios and milk in his stomach. I slumped inside, outside and on many emotional levels when she returned with the news, "No, we are sorry." 
 
Some mistakes have consequences. The most painful one for the Cheerio bite is that the soonest the doctor can reschedule is next Friday, when Lucas was supposed to be at Camp Del Corazon. Now "the best week of the year" is cancelled. His reaction to this news broke my heart and made me cry also. This is a tough lesson for him to learn, but an important one in life ...
PAY ATTENTION! Lucas knew he couldn't eat, but lost focus and went on autopilot. 
 
I am completely depleted right now. Taking Lucas, we are heading into fourth grade to work and take  our minds off the disappointments. He keeps asking if we can spend Thanksgiving in Arizona. Something tells me he was looking forward to seeing Jenny at Camp Del Corazon next week. I must ask Aunt Debbie and Uncle Matt if we can visit in November (and, how about today? I could really use an umbrella drink in their awesome pool right now).
 
Who knew that one bite of Cheerios could cause such frustration and heartache?

Speaking of friends ...

Wherever  we are, it is our friends that make our world.
Henry Drummond (1851-1897)

This quote reminds me what is stirring in our home.
Apparently, friends’ making up our world is nothing new …
look how long ago Old Man Henry Drummond was alive!

 When we picked up Daniel from his Youth Group camping trip yesterday, he wore red tired eyes, bed head and a slight sunburn that told me he had fun with his church friends. This group has been a blessing. He said that on the trip he met many new kids and clarified that his name is Daniel and not "Lucas’s little brother."
  
Unloading is never fun
Daniel brushed his teeth every night while camping. Yeah!  I asked if he showered, he answered that he went in the lake every day. Eww! There was no deodorant application at all, and he admitted, “I stink.”  Confirmed. His confidence and exhaustion level were high and he refused to shower right away just to annoy me. Or, that is how it felt. 

The stories he shared at dinner were loaded with adventure; wakeboarding, knee boarding, skiing, and tubing. His cool sense of enthusiasm sent a wave of thankfulness through me. It's a blessing to have friends who love Jesus and you at the same time.  That's right, Henry Drummond ... It is true that friends are a big part of our world.
Dinner on the patio, listening to Daniel's stories. So
happy that he is home, safe and stinky.

Speaking of friends...
Youth Group friends came over last night to "Wish Lucas Well" before his surgery.  I'm sure it meant a lot to feel their love and support. Again, it’s a blessing to have friends who love Jesus and you at the same time.  It dawned on me that since Lucas is not participating in band now, he is available to play guitar at church, attend youth group and help with the Jr. High group; all things he's stopped for the  months that regiment required. Maybe this is God's plan for him?  Perhaps I am reading too much into this?  Perhaps. Whatever.
What do I know?  I know this ...
God takes bad things and turns them into something beautiful
Being witness to this phenomenon many times over, I can depend on it. Time is all it takes to understand the bigger picture. I'll be patient to appreciate why this is happening. Let's face it, I have no choice.

 Awesome group of friends/kids
Speaking of friends ...
My sweet friend is bringing us dinner after Lucas’ surgery today. I feel awkward accepting a meal.  However, she offered and it felt right because we'll be returning home from Santa Barbara about dinner time.  Again, it’s a blessing to have friends make up our world!

Thanks ya'll for keeping Lucas in your thoughts and prayers today. All the vicoden/sleeping time ahead for Lucas,
means writing time for Nurse Unicycle Rose

Stay tuned for "Thoughts on the Sport of Quad Riding"
and other relevant topics!
 

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Surgery Tomorrow


 The orthopedist FINALLY called back (three days later) and told us Lucas's collarbone  had slipped from 1cm to 1.7cm in the first week! This was not the news we were hoping for. Tomorrow at 1:30 he will be in surgery to insert a plate and screws  to straighten everything out. This will lengthen his shoulder to match the other and prevent re-fracture. I like saying  those words ... 
 PREVENT RE-FRACTURE ... that's my new hope! 
Mentally preparing
Praying for a sign from God about his school band participation, today the anwser arrived. Lucas will not be in regiment this season. There is sadness over this decision. However, I like to think that God has something much better planned for him. I have to trust that. We are still waiting to see if he can attend Camp Del Corazon next Thursday through Monday on Catalina Island. He is aching to go even if it means all he can do is stand around. He may become seriously depressed if he can't go. So, I pray he can be part of what he calls
 "The best week of the entire year." 
 
 As for me? This was going to be (past tense)  the weekend spent in Santa Barbara with Miss Piggy. I cancelled that, as well as my haircut and workday.  Like they say, "If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans!" The "new plan" will  be spending tomorrow in an outpatient surgery center in Santa Barbara.
 
Not sitting on the beach in Santa Barbara.
Not drinking habanero beer in Santa Barbara.
Not riding bikes in Santa Barbara.
And, that is okay.
 
 What feels magnified in my heart is that this is not life-threatening. I have to remind myself of this fact.  Surgery echoes bad health memories, but I keep reminding myself that this is not open-heart surgery. Relax.
  I take a deep breath.
Say a prayer (repeat this step)
Trust surgery will go great.
Everything's gonna be all right.
 Please God.
A week from now he will feel much better, and so will I :)