Thanks to Phoebe for requesting this: We Are Not Alone, sung by the Voice of Eden. Brought tears to my eyes, it did.
My thanks to all of you who’ve been praying for me.
Category: a personal note
‘One Wide River to Cross’
I’m sure I don’t know why, but I find a degree of comfort in this song. I’m looking at a wide river now. Will the Lord carry me across? And what will I find on the other side?
Father, if I ever needed faith, I need it now. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
The Bad Word from the Doctor
No one on the beach…
So the first doctor today said everything’s looking good; but then came Dr. No. 2.
I’m not going into details; they’ve already begun to turn into a blur. Suffice it to say the news was much worse than I expected. The grim reaper has me in his sights.
I’d better not say too much. But I thought my friends and readers ought to know.
And that’s all I can say for now.
More Doctoring!
This is going to be pretty skimpy reading today: I have not one but two! doctors’ appointments.
After which I’m thinking of just throwing in my cards and trying to take a nap.
Please pray for me.
I’ll Try to Do Better Tomorrow
Two little posts today, that was my output. Well three, counting this one.
When I was a boy my absolute favorite comic book was Turok Son of Stone, the adventures of a couple of Native Americans in a lost world chock-full of dinosaurs, cave men, and everything else that made prehistoric life worth living. Dodging a pair of battling tyrannosaurs: it doesn’t get any better than that!
Anyway, I don’t have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow and I’m looking forward to catching up on the nooze.
Meanwhile, if you’ve encountered any nooze articles you think I ought to look into and write about, please let me know.
When Things Don’t Work
Wow, I’m so late! And all because nothing seems to work as it should.
Doctor’s appointment: sit there and wait for an hour… and then some.
Computer: Hahahahahaha! As they try to stuff me into the straitjacket.
Doctor won’t allow me to eat fresh fruit. This has been going on for two months. I am not the better for it.
Computer screw-ups ate up at least an hour.
Physicians and computers… Tell me again: these are supposed to enhance our quality of life? No lying now! Let’s have the truth.
‘If I had Words…’
I fell asleep this afternoon, I won’t be here tomorrow (at the freakin’ hospital again!) so I thought I’d say so, just so you know I’m probably all right (unless they make me disappear).
Here’s a song you probably know from Babe. Here it’s used as a hymn to celebrate God’s creation of heaven and earth and all things living.
It’s a reminded that can do us good.
A-Doctorin’ We Will Go!
Now my thing is dreams about being dragged back to the hospital, no escape. I have another “test” coming up just this week! Following a day of “dieting,” of course. Nothing like having something to look forward to.
It’s been raining all weekend, so I can’t sit in the sun and calm my spirit.
I have just found out today is Father’s Day. Last time we visited my dad for Father’s Day, we played stickball.
Nobody left for that anymore.
‘We Three Kings’
(What’s with the Christmas music?)
(Shh! He’s posting it in case they drag him back into the hospital at Christmas-time.)
This is as lively a Christmas carol as you’re going to get: We Three Kings, sung by Hugh Jackman, David Hobson, and Peter Cousen.
It’s All Uphill (*Sigh*)
Yes, I know it’s late.
Hey, out there! We could use some comments.
It’s a grey, dreary day, Patty and I are still coughing, and somehow I think maybe I dodged a mean fastball to put up three posts. It’s so far short of my normal output: it would be wonderful to stop being sick.
I wonder if I can get away with a cigar.