Saturday, May 19, 2018

Right time, right place.

With Sam at his parents in Iowa and Micah at work, I decided to go to church tonight so I could sleep in tomorrow.  I got there a few minutes early, saw a lady toward the front sitting by herself and asked if I could join her.

Making conversation, I asked if she usually attended Saturday night service.  She said it varied, but she was driving to Des Moines tomorrow to meet her husband and then they were going on to Dallas.  I said I hoped she was doing something fun in Dallas.  Trust me, folks, she's not.  And I am ever grateful that God put me in the right place at the right time.

On March 31st of this year, their only son died following a car accident and they were going to Dallas to help his wife of five months part with his stuff and return to Minneapolis.  He had been hit by a drunken driver, but it was twelve hours before they found him.  He spent several days in the hospital where they got to say their good-byes.   

I would love to say the moral of this story is "Don't go to church early" and certainly "Don't talk to strangers", but the truth is I am so glad that I could sit with Terry in her husband's absence before she left for a difficult journey and that I can pray for her even now.  To God be the glory . . .

Pop or Drop.

I taught CPR for the Professional Rescuer, First Aid and Emergency Oxygen Administration at the Y this morning.  

When we got to choking, I chose Naomi to be my victim so I could demonstrate the proper technique for the class.  She's a lifeguard over at the Prior Lake Y, a bit taller than me and maybe a bit smaller.  I let the class know that they needed to brace themselves and be prepared because "you never know if or when your victim will pop or drop unconscious".  So I asked Naomi to go unconscious.

I have never had someone drop dead so fast or be so limp!  It was awesome - because I caught her!  The class was rolling with laughter!  It was amazing!  And they all braced themselves well . . .   

Only at Sand Creek . . .

We had the Jordan High School Track Team out yesterday for an afternoon of team building and zipping.  I actually got to perform my new position as Team Build Manager by coming up with their schedule.  It was awesome!  It was changed.

. . . Because we decided to forgo a high ropes element and send them down the zips instead.  That actually worked better because it allowed me to work with our staff in leading the portable elements.  I got to play, train and not be responsible for a group!

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Thankful Thursday!

Some Thursdays, it's just wave after wave after wave of thankfulness!  Take today for instance . . .

After swimming on Tuesday with six people in the lap lane, today the maximum number at any one time was only THREE!  Sometimes, it was only ME!  It was lovely!

My second class, which everyone thinks is the most challenging class ever, never showed up for lessons!  Which means I got to leave work early . . .

Which put me at Jensen's early for my lunch date so I walked into Ficus and Fig to see if my friend was working.  Not only was she working, she was trying to hang a clock on the wall, only she was TOO short to find the hook!  It was hysterical.  She discovered I was there when I started to laugh out loud!  Fortunately, she laughed with me!  It was pretty funny!

The best news is, though, not only did I get to see my friend, but her daughter was there, too.  She had had surgery a little over two weeks ago and she was feeling great!  Which was awesome because I have been praying for her!

Off to lunch - and what a thing to be thankful for!  It was my former boss and a former co-worker, both who are not-yet-walking-with Jesus, and they invited ME to lunch!  Thank you, Jesus, that I can shine for YOU!  

   

Monday, May 14, 2018

I. Ran. Today.


It has been three long months without a run, some days barely being able to walk, let alone get out of bed.  But . . . I ran today!  If you're a runner, or friends with a runner, or married to a runner, you know what I mean.  Today I experienced the overwhelming joy of running an entire mile and a half - almost without stopping (Annie did have two poop breaks!), I got one case of road rash (I wasn't expecting that poop stop and tripped over my own feet) and four startled deer.  It was equisite!  To God be the glory!    

Sunday, May 13, 2018

Ask an officer.

That's exactly what we did this morning after we took the scenic route (translation:  road construction!) to church at Kenwood Trail.  You see, there is only one way in to and out of Kenwood.  The main road, County Road 50/Kenwood Trail, is totally blocked off so you can't turn right or left which led to the question - "Why stop at the stop sign?"

The truck in front of us yielded, the car behind us stopped and the car I was in went right through (makes you wonder who was driving, doesn't it?).  So we asked the officer.  He said the correct response was to always stop at the stop sign.  Then he confessed he only did a quick yield, too, because he knew there was no traffic!

Tresor

This delightful post is reblogged from "Trinity's on a mission from God" where she's been serving on the good ship Mercy currently as the baker.  I only wish the picture's had come through!

Tresor is a ten-year-old boy with an explosive laugh. He’s a cheeky prankster with a competitive spirit, and he’s completely unafraid to speak his mind. He’s the kind of child you’d call unstoppable.

But Tresor’s childhood took an unexpected turn when he was just three years old — he was playing outside with his friends when he was accidentally pushed into an open fire.

“There was nobody in the kitchen watching over him. He wasn’t crying out loud, so no one knew what happened. The fire kept burning him. A long time later, my sister discovered him, lying like that,” recounted Tresor’s mother, Mary Magdalene.

The flames burned much of Tresor’s small body, leaving him with wounds along his upper body and face that would eventually fade into rigid scars. The burns on his arm were the injuries that truly left their mark on his young life. Without proper medical care, his wounds healed incorrectly, causing a contracture that locked his elbow into place, costing him the use of his arm and hand.

For Mary Magdalene, Tresor’s accident left deep scars on her heart as well. Because she was not there when he fell into the fire, she vividly remembers the moment she first saw her little boy in this condition.

“I returned home the next morning and found him like this. No one had taken him to the hospital,” she said somberly, recalling how he had been covered in open burns, bones showing on his arm. Trips to the hospital for dressing changes left her in deep debt.

“I cried and felt so bad, saying to God, ‘I’m not sure he’ll survive, I’m not sure he’ll make it,’” she said, feeling utterly devastated that she hadn’t been around to protect him.

As time went by, the limitations caused by Tresor’s accident became increasingly apparent. Without the use of his hand, and his arm locked in its contracture, he needed help with mundane tasks, like putting his clothes on in the morning eating by himself.

Seven years after his accident, Mary Magdalene heard about the Africa Mercy’s arrival in Cameroon and brought Tresor to receive surgery. It was the answer to a prayer they had both echoed for years: that Tresor to one day regain the use of his arm.

He received surgery on board, which removed the dense scar tissue surrounding his elbow, replacing it with skin grafts that allowed him to stretch out his arm. The surgical team also operated on his hand to give him optimum mobility in his fingers.

The road to recovery stretched ahead for Tresor. Before physiotherapy could begin, he had to patiently wait for his wounds to heal. But it didn’t take long for Tresor’s characteristic energy and cheer to return, and it was a common sight to see him tearing around the wards or wildly careening around Deck 7 on his tricycle.

Tresor’s rehab included working to grip objects, pick things up, and carry increasingly heavier loads using his hand.

“His mobility now is basically at 100 percent. He got so excited the very first time he was able to move his elbow by himself,” said Chelsea Darlow, the occupational therapist who worked closely with Tresor during his weeks of physiotherapy. “He’s so motivated – I didn’t even have to tell him to do his exercises; he did it himself. If I say to do 10 repetitions, he’ll do 20.”

When asked how life will change for Tresor after surgery, his mother said he’ll have more independence over his life. He’ll now be able to bathe himself, wash his dishes, eat properly, and write like everyone else.

But in typical 10-year-old fashion, Tresor is excited for other kinds of life changes like playing basketball, keeping up with his friends, and taking on more responsibility as the ‘man of the house.’

His ultimate dream is to become a mechanic when he grows up. “Since the first time he saw mechanics at work, he told me, ‘This is what I want to do,'” said Mary Magdalene. “He would say, ‘Mummy, I pray we’ll have the money to have my arm straightened.’”

Now, with his arm healed and his mobility restored, Tresor is free to pursue his dreams with open arms.