"Dear Jesus, make us like fireworks. Amen."
Seth prayed this puzzling prayer, then opened his eyes and looked up at me. "You know how we should be like fireworks? We need to light lots of other people's lights, and then they will go out everywhere to preach the Gospel all over the world!"
Friday, November 30, 2012
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Update on Alan's health
Just a quick update: Alan is at Eden Valley Institute in Colorado for nine days. He is getting natural treatments to detoxify his body and boost his liver function. While some of the treatments are challenging (hour-long hot baths with your temperature hovering around 103.5, anyone?), we are hopeful that this will boost his body and help him to regain energy and immunity. Getting sick is a constant threat, as the doctor has warned that a bout with the flu or other serious illness could be life-threatening. So we appreciate your support and prayers as we continue soldiering through this ordeal. God has blessed with overall very few significant side effects from the hepatitis C so far. Alan's previous growing fatigue has not returned so far since his anointing in September.
We are still waiting to hear more about the potential for medical treatment in the near future. We have not heard yet whether he will be eligible for the drug trials starting in January or February in Atlanta, but there are several indications that there are several promising drugs coming in the near future that will have neither the intense side effects during treatment nor the long-term negative potential effects that are inevitable with the treatments currently available. So we are waiting uneasily. Please pray that God will guide us to exactly what treatments will work best for Alan.
Thank you all!
We are still waiting to hear more about the potential for medical treatment in the near future. We have not heard yet whether he will be eligible for the drug trials starting in January or February in Atlanta, but there are several indications that there are several promising drugs coming in the near future that will have neither the intense side effects during treatment nor the long-term negative potential effects that are inevitable with the treatments currently available. So we are waiting uneasily. Please pray that God will guide us to exactly what treatments will work best for Alan.
Thank you all!
Shrewd insights or shrewed insides? Yes...
The other day I had the kids out working in the garden with me when the boys disappeared. After a few minutes, I sent Anaya around the front of the house to look for them and bring them back. I heard shouts, and Anaya came running back around the corner of the house.
"Mommy, we can't come now! School is happening in the front yard!"
When homeschooling mommies hear announcements like that, there is a momentary thrill of, "Yes! They get it! Life is meant to be crammed with learning!" followed by a "Whaddaya mean, 'school is happening'? I said come to the garden!"
"The cat caught a little animal, like a mouse or something!"
Muttering under my breath about who gets to decide when school happens and whether people need to come when I call, I ventured around the house and joined the kids, who were crouched, enraptured, watching the cat toy with a shrew that had apparently already gone toward the light. After a few minutes, I decided we had gleaned all the "school" possible. "Let's get back to the garden now."
"No, Mommy!" shrieked Skyler. "We want to see its insides!"
Now, I am firmly committed to welcoming my children's curiosity. I don't ever want to give them the impression that blood and guts are gross and disgusting. I want them to embrace life and learn to explore. I am committed to helping them discover whatever is laid upon their precious little hearts.
But not enough to ooh and aah at the guts of a shrew.
"We're not staying here to watch the cat eat it."
"But Mommy," wailed my youngest, "how will we ever know what's inside it?"
"We'll look it up on the Internet," I suggested cheerfully. "Come on, let's go."
"Mooooommmy..."
Suffice it to say, I persuaded the budding surgeons to reluctantly abandon their science project to its just owner, and come back to the garden and resume work (if you could call it that). But about half an hour later, Skyler came bounding delightedly back from an excursion to the front of the house. In one hand, he held a makeshift platter of nameless trash, with the carcass of the shrew perched on top. In the other hand he held a large rock.
"Look!" he shrieked in unabashed glee. "The kitty left it! Now we can see what's inside!" He set his platter down and lifted his rock ominously.
"Augh! No! That's not how you see what's inside!"
It took some persuasion, but I finally agreed we'd figure out what was inside the shrew. (But not by smashing it.) And the next day found a cheerful nursing student (Thanks, Deborah!) ready to dissect the shrew with the kids--only to discover that the original murderous mortician had reclaimed the body for her own scientific exploits.
Whew.
"Mommy, we can't come now! School is happening in the front yard!"
When homeschooling mommies hear announcements like that, there is a momentary thrill of, "Yes! They get it! Life is meant to be crammed with learning!" followed by a "Whaddaya mean, 'school is happening'? I said come to the garden!"
"The cat caught a little animal, like a mouse or something!"
Muttering under my breath about who gets to decide when school happens and whether people need to come when I call, I ventured around the house and joined the kids, who were crouched, enraptured, watching the cat toy with a shrew that had apparently already gone toward the light. After a few minutes, I decided we had gleaned all the "school" possible. "Let's get back to the garden now."
"No, Mommy!" shrieked Skyler. "We want to see its insides!"
Now, I am firmly committed to welcoming my children's curiosity. I don't ever want to give them the impression that blood and guts are gross and disgusting. I want them to embrace life and learn to explore. I am committed to helping them discover whatever is laid upon their precious little hearts.
But not enough to ooh and aah at the guts of a shrew.
"We're not staying here to watch the cat eat it."
"But Mommy," wailed my youngest, "how will we ever know what's inside it?"
"We'll look it up on the Internet," I suggested cheerfully. "Come on, let's go."
"Mooooommmy..."
Suffice it to say, I persuaded the budding surgeons to reluctantly abandon their science project to its just owner, and come back to the garden and resume work (if you could call it that). But about half an hour later, Skyler came bounding delightedly back from an excursion to the front of the house. In one hand, he held a makeshift platter of nameless trash, with the carcass of the shrew perched on top. In the other hand he held a large rock.
"Look!" he shrieked in unabashed glee. "The kitty left it! Now we can see what's inside!" He set his platter down and lifted his rock ominously.
"Augh! No! That's not how you see what's inside!"
It took some persuasion, but I finally agreed we'd figure out what was inside the shrew. (But not by smashing it.) And the next day found a cheerful nursing student (Thanks, Deborah!) ready to dissect the shrew with the kids--only to discover that the original murderous mortician had reclaimed the body for her own scientific exploits.
Whew.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
The dangers of teaching children to write...
NOTE: The views and opinions expressed herein are those of the 9-year-old author and do not necessarily reflect those of the parents of said author. (This was not an assignment; Anaya just wrote it in her free time. I had no idea she was writing it until she presented it to me.)
Freedom for woman
Woman have a lot of freedom but men have more. Men can be pasters woman can in some places but not all places. can woman own a house. but who takes care of the house? woman do. when a woman marries a man that his last name is parker the woman last name is parker. Men have more power. If men have more power what do woman have? Nothing. If men are the ones Who own almost anathing. What do women have? the things men don't own.
Freedom for woman
Woman have a lot of freedom but men have more. Men can be pasters woman can in some places but not all places. can woman own a house. but who takes care of the house? woman do. when a woman marries a man that his last name is parker the woman last name is parker. Men have more power. If men have more power what do woman have? Nothing. If men are the ones Who own almost anathing. What do women have? the things men don't own.
Friday, November 2, 2012
Latest MRI results
After nearly 2 1/2 weeks' wait, we got back the results of Alan's MRI. No cancer! There is still evidence of cirrhosis on it (we expected that), but we are praising God for the blessing of not having cancer. Alan will have to have screenings every 6 months for the rest of his life watching for cancer, but as long as he doesn't have it, his chances of recovery (or at least stability) are strong.
We got a few other pieces of info from the doctor, but I'll update you more later. Just wanted to keep you all posted and thank you again for your prayers.
We got a few other pieces of info from the doctor, but I'll update you more later. Just wanted to keep you all posted and thank you again for your prayers.
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