The guard of my heart

This is a photo of my hand during a Raynaud’s attack. The capillaries collapse and restrict blood flow. Some nerves in that middle finger have been damaged from blood loss, but now that I know what this is, I can take precautions in cold or chilly weather. Since that time, my whole hands have become white like that one finger. It is incredibly painful and is next to impossible to use my hands for anything; I lose my grip on the car keys and drop them. I have trouble curling my fingers around the steering wheel. Now that I drive … Continue reading The guard of my heart

Memories

Every now and then, something jars my memory, and I’m lost in grief all over again.  I’m working on sorting through paperwork at my desk, and the sound of my neighbor’s big dog barking triggers the phantom sound of my sweet Dalmatian barking at the bunnies outside.  I hear the sound echo in my ears.  For a split second, I thought he was still here. I miss you, sweet doggy boy. Continue reading Memories

Disguised Rebellion

I’ve been thinking a lot about obedience lately, thanks to my daily Bible readings.  A recent reading in 1 Samuel has my head — and my heart — all tied up in knots. Much is written about King David, but the only thing we Christians think of when we remember King Saul is his demented soul at the end of his reign.  We remember that he was paranoid and that he intended to kill David. I think, though, that a little bit of Saul resides in each one of us.  I call it “misguided obedience.”  It’s when we tack our … Continue reading Disguised Rebellion

From institutions of learning to daycare

Four hundred eighth graders in Dallas returned to school over their summer break this week to retake the math portion of the TAKS test. Apparently the state was concerned because too many of the students received a “commended” score. This is another example of a world where up is down and down is up. Too many students do well on a test, and the administration automatically assumes cheating was somehow involved. Only this time, they didn’t implicate the students in the cheating. Well, who else? Did the teachers stay behind and secretly change answers on the answer sheets? Most of … Continue reading From institutions of learning to daycare

Hiding isn’t just for wimps

Today I had one of those “Huh?” moments while reading  about the events leading up to the crowning of Israel’s first king, Saul.  God’s people grumbled and complained and kept begging for a king, so God finally said, “Okay.”  It reminds me of the times that my dad gave in and let me have my way.  If I had a fit, his answer was always no.  But I quickly learned that if I gracefully accepted his initial “No,” he usually relented later and would agree to let me do whatever it was that I had asked.  To this day, I … Continue reading Hiding isn’t just for wimps