Wrote this a few days ago. I find writing, especially poetry, to be a stress reliever, maybe because I can hope for what I wish to be. So I share with you my
Like an open book
Read my heart.
Remove the stains
Of lies spilled,
Of self will smudged
On the clean pages
The broken sentences,
Make them flow.
Correct the misspelled
The question marks
Where none should be.
Remove redundancies in me.
From scribbled words
A poem, a song.
Let my living
Become a volume,
Bound in your grace,
Embossed with your name
Last night Grace was injured in her soccer game. Nothing serious – just pulled her Quads. But that still makes for a sore leg. She needs a few days to recuperate, but she is off to Calgary for a dance workshop which she has been anticipating for a long time. (and which we have already paid for!) She is very upset. The trip is planned, she meets her cousin down in Moose Jaw for the ride to Calgary, and Leo has taken a half day off work to drive her down and then go visit his brother who lives down that way.
So she is going. She has ice on her leg, lots of ice packs with her and a big tensor bandage, and a bottle of ibuprofen.
Now she starts looking for her dance sneakers – no where to be found. To me this is the most frustrating because it will bother me until they are found. And we think she may have left them at dance on Wednesday. They are not at our house whereever they are. So I can see my day being a hectic search for the shoes in between my work seeing kids at the school dental program.
These are times when a mother needs extra patience and the wisdom of God to track down the missing shoes!
Update: I arrived at the school and was informed that my morning would be shorter than anticipated – some special event going on. So I had extra time to go over to the dance studio which does not open till 2 pm normally. I had phoned and left a message earlier with no returned call. However, I was hoping someone would be there. I got there and a meeting was in progress and the dance instructor opened up the studio for me. There were the shoes!
Thank you God for small prayers answered. Now for the bigger concerns… A good reminder that he is with me. If he cares enough about the little stuff I can be sure he has the bigger stuff under his control. This knowledge helps me get through the really tough days.
If your reply to questions about how you are doing has been “busy” read this and slow down a bit.
I just finished one run from the soccer pitch at Prime Minister’s park to the Warehouse where Grace dances. Poor Grace – she had to sit on the bench since she missed too many soccer practices. She needed to be at dance by 5:00 and since Sara was still playing, I had to return to the field after dropping Grace off. Then I ended up missing Sara who forgot that I was driving a borrowed vehicle and didn’t see me waiting. Then when I went to look for her, she and I missed each other.
One of my first priorities tonight is to package up the grad photos and the recording of Patricks performance in June. There is other stuff too that we are sending out with Greg as he heads off to the Congo tomorrow.
Greg was over at my office for a few minutes this afternoon with his mother who works for me. We were giving him last minute advice about what to expect for meals when he gets there and reminding him to pack enough immodium. I think he is a bit nervous and I know his mom is.
Greg is going to get the full immersion version of intercultural experience. He is going to live with the father of the boys who live with us. Going into a culture that is going to be completely strange, and he is not going to have a bunch of back-up missionary staff support. Just us at home praying for him and a good reliable and trustworthy contact person in Dr. Kongawi. But the language is going to be a major barrier and I warned him that he is going to feel like a complete idiot reverting to not being able to communicate except through another person (Dr. Kongawi). It is a humbling experience to be without language.
And then we have the little problem of the border with the Central African Republic and the Congo being closed to crossings at Zongo/Bangui. Could use some prayer as he goes since he can fly in to the city of Gemena but it will cost and he has no surplus of funds to pay for a charter flight even from MAF(Missionary Aviation Fellowship).
I told Greg that if he experiences nothing else, he will experience God’s provision and he will learn to rely on God for that.
There was a terrible accident yesterday on Hwy 55 just east of town. A school bus stopped to let some kids off and a pulp haul truck failed to stop for the line up of four vehicles stopped behind the bus. The semi pretty much went over the last car in the line-up and so died a woman, a friend of ours since we began working at the Co-operative Health Centre.
She was just beginning her retirement after being active in launching many good community projects. She worked with me as we set up the School Based Dental Pilot Project then went on to help start Child/Mothers Futures Project and other such programs as the Community Against Family Violence, etc. She leaves behind a legacy of working to improve the social programs in our community. She lived life well.
Sometimes kids amaze me. All of the kids we saw today were just great. Usually there is at least one screamer – but not today. And that made the day almost blissful.
We would expect a child of 7 or 8 to be able to handle having a filling or two. But todays winner of patient of the day had to be the three year old who sat in my big chair. She was so tiny. It is hard to believe that such a small little thing could have such big holes in her teeth.
If a dental visit still lingers in your recent memory, do you remember having your lower jaw frozen? Did you feel just a little pinch and maybe wince or jump just a little? Not this kid! She was still as a mouse. She sat there and let us fix her up and there was not a peep out of her the whole time – for two big fillings.
She was referred to me as a management problem! Someone was frightened off by her age I suspect.
She now has two new pink “Twinky Star” fillings and a mother who must be very proud of her.
So Randall next time you are trying to whip up your courage to come see me, try and follow the example of this little 3 year old — OK?
Today was one of those just pretty ordinary get up go to work kind of days. Except that it was very busy and it was just the kind of day when it would be nice to get a break to step outside for a bit to enjoy the sun and beautiful weather.
Last week I made the mistake of requesting something from God. You see our finances have been pretty well stretched what with having three kids we are helping to put through university, and our other kids with their own particular needs that seem to suck our wallets dry. And our kids needs are not the only ones we have staking a claim on the funds at our disposal. There are all the usual bills and obligations.
So we had pretty much drained the well. Now it would be nice to win the lottery and all but not very realistic. God seems to like to work in more mundane ways – like having us work for our daily wage. So I brought the fact that we were kind of getting to the bottom of our resources to Gods attention. Actually I think he already knew but wanted me to tell him. So I did. More specifically, I asked him not for a lottery win but just for our production at the office to meet our needs.
So I really can’t complain when now I am too busy to get out of the office at noon. I asked for it!
Maybe next time I should try asking for the lottery thing and take a holiday! 🙂