The guy is supposed to come and install our new modem sometime this afternoon, and that’s supposed to solve our problems, and I have to hang onto my sanity until that happens.
This schiff with the computers is driving me up the wall. Half the time I write a post and it just disappears. Half the illustrations I post wind up missing. And it takes half an hour or more to do a five-minute job.
Virtually everyone in the Western world is better with computers than I am.
Ooh-ooh–“Saving of Draft Failed”! Why are they telling me that? I don’t have a draft yet, I’m still writing it.
Give me strength.
P.S.–I did pray for my blood pressure, and the Lord heard that one. He sent my pressure right back down to where it ought to be.
Well, how about this! After the WordPress happiness engineers gave up on my case yesterday afternoon (“Probably a browser problem, can’t fix it from our end”)–like, just a couple of hours afterward–I was attempting to post a cat video. Several difficulties arose.
And then, suddenly, as if by magic–my whole site went back to normal! Suddenly I didn’t have to log in every time I wanted to move from one page to another. Suddenly I had my “Edit” function back–along with the “My Site” button and the little bell to alert me to messages.
I contacted WordPress again to ask them if they’d done something that they hadn’t thought of while they were giving up, and they were honest enough not to take credit for it.
Could it be your prayers? A few of you, you told me, prayed for my computer problems to cease and desist.
What can I say? It sure looked like the answer to a prayer.
For those who missed the introduction to this morning’s hymn, I’m much better this morning–and I thank all my friends here who raised me up in prayer.
The Smartest People In The World (just ask ’em!), in reality the most pitifully stupid people in the world, insist there is no God who hears prayers or can do anything about them. Says so right there in the Humanist Manifesto.
As painful and as big a waste of time as it would seem, we ought to pray that the Holy Spirit rescue as many of those poor fools as possible. The Lord would rather (so He told Peter) that no one perished, but that all would come to repentance (2 Peter 3:9).
I thank God the Father for hearing your prayers for me yesterday: today, so far, so good. No bleeding.
This traditional Welsh hymn, Bread of Heaven (also known as Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah), pretty well expresses how I feel this morning. Sung by the Morriston Orpheus Choir–“praises I will give to thee!”
Patty came out of the treatment room with a smile on her face, so I knew then that everything was all right.
The thing on her neck (I don’t do medical terminology) is gone, the doctor got rid of it, and he says he’s 99% sure it’s nothing to worry about. Well, no professional is ever going to say 100%, is he? She does have a few other medical issues to see to, but they’re mostly just annoyances, not potential catastrophes.
So thank you for all your prayers, everybody, and thank the Lord for protecting us today. Now we can relax for a bit.
Patty’s very pleased with that MDVIP plan she joined, and especially with its network of doctors. Coincidence: she’d already seen this dermatologist’s wife, who is also a doctor. I wonder if their children will grow up to be cowboys. Anyway, Patty and Dr. Paull took to each other and had a nice time. As far as the circumstances would allow.
Thank you all for your prayers on behalf of our cat, Peep.
The vet called with the blood work results today, and Peep is basically all right, except her kidney numbers are moving into the high end of “normal,” necessitating an ounce of prevention. We’re going to try Vitamin D, recommended by the doctor. This shouldn’t be too hard to manage.
We still suspect that our cats’ food might be a trifle too salty, but haven’t decided what to do about it. Something in the formula might have changed, maybe accidentally. But at least there’s nothing wrong with either Peep or Robbie.
It has now been a couple of months since my wife started going to different doctors and using a prescribed inhaler each day. What a difference!
I want to thank all of you who prayed for us. God has heard our prayers and shed His grace on us. Yes, He used doctors and medicine to get it done. But all healing ultimately comes from the Lord. All of it.
Now that she can breathe normally, much of Patty’s life has returned to normal. She still has a couple of years’ worth of bad sleep to catch up on, but the difference between then and now is eye-opening.
Again, thanks, everybody. We ought to pray for one another every day. Because God hears our prayers. Amen.
(P.S.–The pelican was a very early Christian symbol. I remember that, whenever I see one.)
Enough of nooze, enough of politics: let’s look at some of God’s stuff instead. In this case, I only have to look out my living room window.
Because my wife has been so sick–she’s getting better now, praise God: and thank you all for your prayers, the Lord has heard them–we didn’t have a garden this year. We let our little garden plot grow wild, and by the end of the summer, had a lush growth of wonderful little white flowers. Queen Anne’s lace, they’re called.
And the bees just love ’em! Early in the morning, the bumblebees are already at work. Then come the little native bees. And a little later, hallelujah–honeybees!
We hear that honeybees are in trouble everywhere–disease and habitat destruction being the chief culprits. For a while there we weren’t seeing any honeybees at all. But wherever their hive is (we don’t know), the tiny white flowers of the Queen Anne’s Lace are bringing them here. Once the day warms up a little, we’ve always got honeybees. And it pleases us to think we’ve got something that they like–flowers that we never planted, but that God has provided.
Roll out the barrel, strike up the band, let’s celebrate!
On Monday my wife got an inhaler. Now it’s Friday, and she’s on Cloud 9 because her most pressing problem, chronic shortness of breath, has been dramatically alleviated. She has other medical difficulties that need seeing to, but this was the worst of them and it’s getting better. As an experiment, she went grocery-shopping with me today and sailed right through it.
Are we ever happy about that!
Thank you all for your prayers on our behalf: and thank the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost for hearing them and coming to our aid (I made sure to ask all Three!–although I haven’t forgotten that they’re One).