Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
So my absence the past few days was because I was preparing for a visit from my Mom and Dad. They only live 90 miles away, but we only get together every couple of months or so. This particular visit was our first since February, so we were overdue! And this time, they came to visit us, which meant I had to do a little bit of cleaning, as I’m not the tidiest housekeeper in the world. (Mom assured me that she wouldn’t mind a little dust, but I *do* have my pride!!) I will post details of our adventures in the next few days.
As for the changing dreams….I decided today that trying to do the 10-mile Mountain Goat run was not a wise idea. I wrote to the race director and asked if I could switch my pre-registration to the 3k run instead and he cheerfully (and rather speedily) replied that yes, I could make the swap. As I was contemplating this change of plans, I realized that the first two lines of “The River” are quite pertinent here.
You know a dream is like a river
Ever changin' as it flows
And a dreamer's just a vessel
That must follow where it goes
Trying to learn from what's behind you
And never knowing what's in store
Makes each day a constant battle
Just to stay between the shores.. and
So for now, some dreams are changing, some are beginning to take shape and once I get a handle on what it will take to accomplish one of my biggest dreams, I will let you know!
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
My co-worker is back today for the first time since her surgery and so far so good. Her pain is diminished (though not gone), and it is so good to see her with a hint of a smile on her face again. Yea!
Sunday, April 20, 2008
A different co-worker is battling a very debilitating disease and went in Wednesday for experimental surgery. For several days prior, there had been many discussions of prayer and hope for a successful outcome and so forth. I had mentioned to Kathy (the co-worker undergoing surgery) that I would say a prayer, but I wasn’t sure how much good it would do. On Wednesday morning I was talking with one of my more reverent co-workers and mentioned that I had said a prayer for Kathy but that I wasn’t sure if God had heard me. She said of course He did and that He had been waiting to hear from me! Those words are still reverberating through my soul and to some degree I’m still trying to make sense out of it. Now, I don’t ever see myself as attending church regularly or even reading the bible (though maybe someday…), but I think this is a good first step.