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One of my very earliest memories is of my father carrying me in his arms and singing to me–probably because I woke of squawking in the middle of the night. Usually he sang “You Are My Sunshine,” and sometimes “Sweet Violets.” Oh, how dearly I remember that! And this video reminded me of it.
Our Heavenly Father loves us just as much, and He will re-unite us with those who loved us here on earth. I look forward to hearing Daddy’s song again. And I pray he knows that I remember it.
Aah! Here’s a piece of music that never fails to soothe my spirit. It’s the theme music, by Geoffrey Burgon, from the BBC Chronicles of Narnia, produced in the 1980s and still wonderful today.
If I can get to Narnia, I reckon I’m right on the road to Beulah Land. I think C.S. Lewis would understand my saying that. In fact, I think that’s why he wrote the Chronicles–to get us (and himself!) fairly started on that journey.
God has given to some the ability to create beauty, to stir souls, to speak to hearts. He gave C.S. Lewis a goodly share of it.
I hadn’t even gotten my pants on this morning when my wife announced we were back in Computer Hell. This time it was the email: no one gets in, no one gets out. The experts wrestled with it for three hours before admitting they were stymied, no can do, wait till tomorrow and someone else will try…
Gee, it’s hard to edit the stuff they pay you to edit when you can’t get it out of the email.
Ooh, look at this! Windows wants to do an update. Right now!
And they want to merge human minds–if they can find any–with computers.
We have just heard from our veterinarian this morning. Robbie’s symptoms are caused by an overactive thyroid–not uncommon in cats as they get older, and ours are eleven–and can be treated with a prescription ear gel. Considering all the other really terrible things it could have been, this was good news and we thank you for your prayers–and we thank the Lord our God for hearing them and granting them.
Later on there is a radioactive iodine treatment that knocks out a bad thyroid once and for all, but we will cross that bridge when we come to it. Meanwhile, a semblance of order is returning to our household.
So I think I’ll put up one more post and then go on to vacuum, get a shower, go to the store, and hopefully get back to work on my book.
We’re back from the vet’s. Robbie freaked out in the car. She wasn’t the only one. I decided I’d better pray: and this was the hymn I whistled, as loud as I could, the rest of the way there–What a Friend We Have in Jesus, here sung by Alan Jackson. This is the hymn that got me there with my eyeballs still in my head.
My baby had her blood taken for analysis, and received a thorough hands-on exam. The vet says the most likely culprit for Robbie’s condition is hyper-thyroid. There are other much grimmer possibilities, but she didn’t see any signs pointing to any of them. The blood work will be ready tomorrow afternoon.
I’m kind of wrung out by now, and I need to get outdoors and air out my brain.