has no divisions to mark its passage, there is never a thunder-storm or
blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year.
Even when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and
fire off pistols. ~Thomas Mann
I’d like to think it will never happen again, but I've discovered that I’m human and I can make mistakes…BIG mistakes… It was September of 2007.
I was going to be a returning student seeking a degree in Special Education
at Edgewood College. This day was my
FIRST official day of class. I was
quickly getting Evie ready for daycare and Jeff was getting himself ready for
work. Evie was on two medications for
her blood pressure at the time. Because
she was still quite young, only three years old, she was getting the liquid
versions of those medications. At that
particular point in time, we had just increased a dosage and both of the
medications were in the same sized bottles.
Same color bottle, same size bottle, taken at the same time…for those
you keeping score at home, you know that this can equal TROUBLE. I quickly squirted the first syringe full of medicine into
her mouth. I noted the bluish and bubbly
consistency of the medicine. Then I
squirted the second syringe full of m…
Not everyone knows that I have tattoos; furthermore, not everyone knows that one of tattoos, on my ankle, is an owl. Since I like to be "unique" and "original", it was a crushing blow to me that owls became trendy and mainstream to the public a couple of years ago. I believe that the root of MY love for owls is probably one of the best stories ever. (Shocker, right? Otherwise, would I be blogging about it?) Sit back, relax, enjoy a cup of Christmas Tea, and I'll tell you about my legendary visit from an owl.
As I was growing up, my sister, and two cousins spent many, many wonderful summers at my Grandma Ev and Grandpa Ed's house on Owl Lake in Wisconsin. Our summers were filled with days in the lake; swimming, fishing, and boating. We took long "tick-filled" walks around the area; when we were little, Grandma would be the caboose of our walking train, and as we got older we would terrorize the older community in the area by blasting our radi…
Oh no...it's Christmas Eve...that is one of the scariest days of the year... Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.Marianne Williamson Faith in God does not make life easy. Faith in God does not ensure happiness. Faith in God does not free us from pain nor strife. But faith in God makes us powerful beyond measure... Our faith in God enlists us in the greatest war that has ever taken place on the face of the earth: The Battle for our Souls. Our faith means that we might be called upon to assemble an Ark, petition a Pharaoh, fight a Philistine, or christen a King. Mere mortals that we are, in all our weakness, asked to do extraordinary things.Our faith in God makes us powerful beyond measure...Our faith makes us one of Satan's favorite targets at which to take aim. He takes measure from all angles and determines the most brutal attack on each of us: I'll make them sick, and heap upon them deathI'll make t…