Friday, December 24, 2010
Merry Christmas!
Monday, December 20, 2010
Your opinion?
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Ugh!
Friday, December 17, 2010
He did it again!
Monday, December 13, 2010
December...so far!
Sunday, December 5, 2010
A Note to Nate's Cousins...
Advent
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
10 Years
Friday, November 26, 2010
All Night
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Thanks for the invite, Nate!
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Hallelujah!
Friday, November 12, 2010
Borrowed words
I was checking up on baby Bowen again, and just wanted to share something that his dad, Matt wrote. It's a snippet from the book "Wrestling With An Angel" by Greg Lucas:
“I hear religious minded people say all the time with good intentions. ‘God will never place a burden on you so heavy that you cannot possibly carry it.’
Really?
My experience is that God will place a burden on you so heavy that you cannot possibly carry it alone. He will break your back and your will. He will buckle your legs until you fall flat beneath the crushing weight of your load. All the while He will walk beside you waiting for you to come to the point where you must depend on Him.
‘My power is made perfect in your weakness,’ He says, as we strain under our burden.
Whatever the burden, it might indeed get worse, but know this-God is faithful. And while we change and get old, He does not. When we get weaker, He remains strong. And in our weakness and humility, He offers us true, lasting, transforming, and undeserved grace.”
-Greg Lucas
I've been anxiously waiting to hear back from Nate's cardiologist. I'm expecting some information regarding what Dr. Redington (Head of cardiology at Sick Kids in Toronto) is recommending. As much as I want to hear what the next step is going to be, large parts of me don't want to find out.
Thanks for keeping Don and I, and Brady and Nate in your prayers.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Hearts...
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Betcha didn't know!
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Outtakes
Friday, October 15, 2010
Outta there!
Perk: got a hefty chunk of Visa points as a result of this procedure.
My face is an Ice Pack Sandwich.
I count down the minutes till my next T3 cocktail.
My breath is foul. I've been told.
I have a handsome male nurse tending to my needs.
He gave me a walkie talkie after I couldn't get his attention by knocking on the wall.
So thankful for my gracious drivers (sisters!!) who drove me to and from the appointment.
Wonderful to now have regained control of all facial muscles.
Hmmmmm....just realized I have nothing to put under my pillow tonight. We're talking FOUR here. That could have been a good haul. Anyone want to text/email my tooth fairy to remind him?
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