Remembering 2008

I cannot believe it's already time to say good-bye to another year. As I look at pictures from 2008, I'm amazed at how many events took place.

On the downside of 2008, I still had many health challenges, so I was emotionally, spiritually, and (especially) mentally challenged. The first six months of this year were difficult because of my rib fracture, side effects from flying, and adrenal insufficiency issues. In 2008, I had a life that was often away from any medical-related environment. This meant that each flare up was a reality check to my "new normal;" If ever I wanted to "forget" about HPS, than my body wouldn't let me.

On the upside of 2008, I accomplished some major life goals. I also ventured away from my comfort zone to visit or experience new sites and sounds. The highlights of 2008 definitely include my college graduation, visit to Arizona, and new job. Spiritually, the Lord taught me how to not only accept, but enjoy, His sovereignty on a "daily" basis with "everyday" circumstances and tasks.

I plan to spend some time tonight and tomorrow reflecting on 2008, thanking the Lord for this past year, and seeking His wisdom for the upcoming year. Below are twenty-five other highlights of 2008 (in no particular order):

1. New medical team
2. Grand Rounds
3. Visit with Aunt Marcia
4. Visits with Helen
5. Cousin Heather's wedding
6. Writing a senior thesis
7. Reading comments and posts from friends
8. Receiving and playing my home-made harp
9. Visit with Jim and Sandy Coffman
10. Learning about digital photography and photo editing
11. Visit with Jim and Vicki Campbell and the Sipe Family
12. Doing the Psalms of Ascents and Joshua Bible studies
13. Seeing the Grand Canyon, Sedona, and Flagstaff, Arizona
14. Birth of nephew Nehemiah Bruce Paul Campbell
15. Visit to Buchanan with my family
16. Qavah's adoption finalization
17. Volunteering at the Blue Ridge Women's Center
18. Working at the Blue Ridge Independent Living Center
19. Dad's job at Atlas Copco
20. Frequent visits with my Grandparents
21. Christmas celebrations
22. Re-decorating, re-organizing, and re-cleaning the house (including using the Rug Doctor)
23. The Federal, State, and Local elections (especially in regard to Sarah Palin)
24. Making new, meaningful friendships
25. Scrapbooking

Tuesday's Thankful Thoughts

I am feeling grateful tonight, because I finished the six-day Rocephin treatment this afternoon. I was able to use yesterday's i.v. site, so I did not have to be stuck again today. That was a blessing!

In a way, I'm going to miss visiting Lewis-Gale's hematology/oncology infusion center. The nurses are so professional and real cheerleaders for the patients. Even the front receptionist, who has only been there a month, greeted the patients by name today. In a world of such sorrow and evil, I'm thankful whenever I can meet the Lord's servants, especially when they are busy doing "His work."

Below is Psalm 131. It is a Psalm of Ascents and one I intensely studied a few months ago. I am blessed to read it again, especially in light of recent personal, family, and world issues that demand wisdom and knowledge from the Lord. Tonight, my soul feels "quiet before the Lord," just like David wrote about in this Psalm. God can be our sure foundation, peace, and refuge.

Psalm 131 (ESV)

O LORD, my heart is not lifted up;
my eyes are not raised too high;
I do not occupy myself with things
too great and too marvelous for me.

But I have calmed and quieted my soul,
like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child is my soul within me.

O Israel, hope in the LORD
from this time forth and forevermore.

Memories

I'm sad to see the weekend finish. It's been a wonderful holiday season, even with the medical issues. In some ways, the recent flare ups and pain I've experienced made the Christmas season even more special than if I had been completely healthy. Every individual event I was able to participate in was a time to praise the Lord, shout for joy, and capture the moments in my heart.

At the very beginning of December, I received a Musicmakers catalog in the mail. The front cover quickly caught my attention, because it reminded me of a Norman Rockwell painting. Over the last several weeks, I have looked at the picture many times. As Christmas approached, I would glance at the magazine cover and pray that my holiday would be similar. I longed for the simplistic, family-cenetered celebration the children were experiencing in the picture.

Tonight, I am in awe of God's goodness as I recall this year's Christmas celebrations. I can state with confidence that this December was better than the Victorian image engraved in my mind at the beginning of this month. While there were sorrows, there were also many more days filled with laughter and excitement. The Lord "out did Himself" with the blessings... Hallelujah!

"Let Every Heart Prepare Him Room"

I love to prepare for celebratory events such as Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Birthdays. Don't you? The gifts, the food, the decorations, and the glow on my guests cheerful faces brings me great delight. I believe human excitement over preparations stems from God's joy in preparing a way to bring mankind back to Himself after the fall of Adam and Eve. That plan centered around His perfect son, beginning with Jesus Christ's birth as a human baby boy. The Bible books of Isaiah, Matthew, and Luke record God's preparations and Jesus' birth story.

Like with all human events, there were many details surrounding Jesus Christ's entrance on Earth. God didn't choose just any human man to be an earthly father to His son, but rather one that was from the "house and line of [King] David" (Luke 2:4). Likewise, a virgin woman by the name of Mary was chosen to be Jesus' earthly mother. After receiving the news from an angel, Mary prepared her heart, mind, and body for her divine task and then she gave birth to baby Jesus at the appointed hour. Earthly relatives, shepherds, barn animals, wise men, and even a star joyfully prepared for Jesus Christ's arrival.

As with some Earthly events, though, there were a few party spoilers related to Christ's birth. The innkeeper and King Herod are the famous ones. Their hearts prepared for Jesus Christ's entrance, but not in a welcoming way. King Herod, especially, symbolizes the bigger picture of humanity's innate sin and struggle for independence apart from God.

Of course, the Lord knew from the Creation of Earth what evil would quickly befall humanity. So, He prepared a plan for the salvation of mankind that included Jesus Christ's humble birth, holy life, horrible death, and heavenly resurrection. A just and perfect Christ died for an imperfect world. Then He rose again on the third day to conquer all sin and death.

The best news is that God is not done planning! For believers in Jesus Christ, there is eternal reconciliation and rest with God in Heaven. In John 14:2-3 Jesus states, "In My Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also."

To be saved from all sin and eternal separation from God, humans must individually admit their sin, believe, and confess Jesus Christ is the Messiah. Taking part in God's salvation plan can happen today. There's no better time to "prepare Him room" than Christmas Day when celebration is focused on the beginning of God's salvation plan... the Earthly birth and life of Jesus Christ.

John 3:16-17:

"For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. 17 For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved."

Wednesday's Writings

I have not written simply because it's been a very busy week. Yesterday, we had the delightful surprise of having our friends, Dan and Phyllis, stay with us for an overnight visit. They were actually attending a funeral in Roanoke and doing some Christmas shopping. The rest of the week is filled with Christmas preparations, music lessons, additional guests, and festive celebrations.

Last weekend, Cousin Mike emailed me the story and picture that I have included below. I just haven't had time to post it until now. As I am joyfully celebrating Christ's birth, I'm aware of the many American families that do not have their loved ones because of the Armed Forces. To the servicemen and women, thank you for fighting and sacrificing on our behalf, whether it's right now or in the past. And to the military families, thank you for allowing your loved ones to serve. I pray that you will experience the Lord's protection, strength and abundant blessings this Holiday season.

You may be interested to know that these wreaths - some five thousand - are donated by the Worcester Wreath Co. of Harrington, Maine. The owner, Morrill Worcester, not only provides the wreaths, but covers the trucking expense as well. He's done this since 1992. A wonderful guy. Also, most years, groups of Maine school children combine an educational trip to DC with this event to help out. Making this even more remarkable is the fact that Harrington is in one the poorest parts of Maine.

Friday's Family Fun

Today was a better day health wise. I did work from 9am to 3pm and I got a lot accomplished. Then, Mom picked me up so we could head over to Sams before returning home. The bright sunshine I saw this afternoon was deceiving, because the temperature outside was bitterly cold!

Tonight has been a quiet evening. I've been working on transferring photos to backup CDs and finishing laundry. Mom and Dad are enjoying a well deserved "date night" by visiting with friends at a local coffee shop. Qavah and Ellie are asleep in their respective beds. I'm going to join them soon.

I can tell we have a young child around, because when I unloaded the dishwasher tonight, I picked up five sippy cups in a row before reaching for an "adult" glass. Below is a "fun" convesation I had with Qavah last night. There are just some daily events that turn into sister memories rather than teachable moments:

Qavah: I'm cold. I want my jump rope.
Me: It's not a jump rope, it's called a bathrobe.
Qavah: Yeah, I want my bath-road
Me: It's not a bath-road, it's a bath roBe.
Qavah: That's what I said Sister Kathryn. I need my bath-road
Me: Bathrobe
Qavah: bathROAD
Me: I give up.

So instead of insisting on Qavah calling her "jump rope" a bathrobe, I put her "bath-road" on backwards, so she could have a tail. She danced around, pretending to be "Pinky The Cat." I should have gotten a picture, because Qavah was happy and looked rather cute.

Thursday's "Troubled" Times

First thing this morning, I left a voice mail message with my hematologist's nurse. Then, I turned my thoughts to my home visit. While I was completing the intake, Mom was at home where she talked with the nurse over the phone to explain the issues with my body. By the time I got over to Lewis Gale's oncology/hematology center, the nurse had already worked me into their busy schedule. Although my regular hematologist was away, I was able to see the physician assistant who was aware of my HPS-related health issues.

Labs were drawn, which actually showed an improvement in my WBC, RBC and platelet count since two days ago. Nobody liked the many bruises all over my body (I don't blame them! They are pretty shocking to see.), but there wasn't anything that could be done immediately to remedy the problems. So, I was "cleared" to proceed with my Remicade i.v. treatment, which was already scheduled for this afternoon. Mom and Qavah stayed with me this time, because we weren't sure how I'd do. Everyone watched me closely, but I was able to have the infusion without any new side affects, besides the usual sodium-related headache and fluid retention.

This week's electrolyte issues are most likely related to the Boniva treatment I had last Friday. This afternoon, the physician assistant said that people often feel "flu-like" after a Boniva infusion, so that explains- in part- the tired and icky feeling I've had all week. In addition, one of my other doctors did some research and discovered a correlation between Boniva and electrolyte issues such as low magnesium, low calcium and high sodium levels, which is what I've experienced since the infusion.

Tonight, I am feeling a bit better although still weak. Lord willing, I'm going to work tomorrow to make up for the time I've taken off this week. Thank you for the prayers and emails! I know I have an entire support network "out there" of cheerleaders and prayer partners. I really appreciate you.

Season of Giving

It is getting late and Mom did an excellent job of summarizing the weekend on Campbell Family Journal, so I am not going to write a long post about it. However, I do want to say how much fun I had this weekend. I have not helped with "intensive" housework in almost three years and so it felt good to return to something that used to be so "normal" for our family.

Even though there are parts of every project that get stressful or boring, the overall work is a joy to do, especially when I can work alongside Mom. Yesterday, I overheard Mom ask Qavah, "When you grow up, can you be my friend like Sister Kathryn? Can you help me like she does?" I smiled to myself, imagining Qavah being even more of a friend then she already is right now. I also smiled, because I have so many fond memories of home improvements, craft projects, wrapping gifts, and company preparations.

Part of the reason I love Christmas time is because it's a season of reliving the joys of hospitality. For Mom and me, the preparations of blessing others with our home, attitudes, and possessions brings a twinkle in our eyes and a bounce in our steps.

My prayer is that the festive, but peaceful "holiday cheer" that others may experience in our home right now will be felt throughout the coming year. Christ, who willingly became a humble baby and then a servant among sinful "men," is our family's example.

"We love because He first loved us." (1 John 4:19)

Saturday Night

We are doing well. I will update tomorrow. Right now, I'm going to bed early so I can look at Martha Stewart Living Christmas magazines. What fun! Then, I'll take my "long nap".

"The Gift Of Gifts"

Since early Summer, I have been reading the Valley of Vision as part of my daily and weekly devotions. The prayer I read this morning is quite appropriate during this season of celebrating Christ's birth. I also found the prayer comforting and relevant to the challenges I'm currently facing. My favorite sections are verse two that begins with, "Herein is wonder" and verse six that states, "Oh God, take me..."

O Source of All Good,

What shall I render to thee for the gift of gifts,

thine own dear Son, begotten, not created,

my Redeemer, proxy, surety, substitute,

his self-emptying incomprehensible,

his infinity of love beyond the heart’s grasp.

Herein is wonder of wonders:

he came below to raise me above,

was born like me that I might become like him.

Herein is love:

when I cannot rise to him he draws near on wings of grace,

to raise me to himself.

Herein is power:

when Deity and humanity were infinitely apart

he united them in indissoluble unity,

the uncreated and the created.

Herein is wisdom:

when I was undone, with no will to return to him, and no intellect to devise recovery,

he came, God-incarnate, to save me to the uttermost,

as man to die my death, to shed satisfying blood on my behalf,

to work out a perfect righteousness for me.

O God, take me in spirit to the watchful shepherds, and enlarge my mind;

let me hear good tidings of great joy,
and hearing, believe, rejoice, praise, adore,

my conscience bathed in an ocean of repose,

my eyes uplifted to a reconciled Father;

Place me with ox, ass, camel, goat,

to look with them upon my Redeemer’s face,

and in him account myself delivered from sin;

let me with Simeon clasp the new-born child to my heart,

embrace him with undying faith,

exulting that he is mine and I am his.

In him thou hast given me so much

that heaven can give no more.

Focused Celebration

Tonight, I attended a Lessons and Carols concert at a local church. I am wanting to spend this Christmas season intentionally, with my mind focused on the promises and eternity of Heaven, while still blessing those the Lord has placed in my life right now... many of whom are suffering this December. I want to share with them the encouraging and lasting hope and redemption found only in the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ.

For now, as I begin another week, I am praising God that there is indeed Good News that can give strength to the bones and heal the hearts of the hurting.

Isaiah 61:1-3 (ESV):

"The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me, because the LORD has anointed me to bring good news to the poor; he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound; to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all who mourn; to grant to those who mourn in Zion— to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit; that they may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he may be glorified."

A Hymn of Thanksgiving: "Now Thank We All Our God"

"Martin Rinkart, a Lu­ther­an min­is­ter, was in Eil­en­burg, Sax­o­ny, dur­ing the Thir­ty Years’ War. The walled ci­ty of Eil­en­burg saw a stea­dy stream of re­fu­gees pour through its gates. The Swed­ish ar­my sur­round­ed the ci­ty, and fa­mine and plague were ramp­ant. Eight hund­red homes were de­stroyed, and the peo­ple be­gan to per­ish. There was a tre­men­dous strain on the pas­tors who had to con­duct do­zens of fun­er­als dai­ly.

Fi­nal­ly, the pas­tors, too, suc­cumbed, and Rink­art was the on­ly one left—doing 50 fun­er­als a day. When the Swedes de­mand­ed a huge ran­som, Rink­art left the safe­ty of the walls to plead for mer­cy. The Swed­ish com­mand­er, im­pressed by his faith and cour­age, low­ered his de­mands. Soon af­ter­ward, the Thir­ty Years’ War end­ed, and Rinkart wrote this hymn for a grand cel­e­bra­tion ser­vice.

It is a test­a­ment to his faith that, af­ter such mis­e­ry, he was able to write a hymn of abid­ing trust and gra­ti­tude to­ward God."

Dear Lord, I praise you for my family, friends, and many whom have prayed to You on my behalf... friends I do not see often or have ever met. I look forward to the day I can join them, together with the Cloud of Witnesses that are already in Glory, to praise our Heavenly Father. I look forward to eternity when we can recount answered prayers and celebrate with all truth, unity, and purity of heart. Until then, may we Your people continue to have abiding trust and gratitude despite whatever befalls us, including mountain-top joys and deep valley miseries. In Jesus Name, Amen.

*Credit for the hymn story posted above goes to The Cyber Hymnal.

Thrilling Tuesday

Yes Sandy, I do believe everyone is just busy "living life". Today was actually the first great day I've had (health wise) since last Thursday. I'm thankful for the reprieve, however short or long it ends up being. I went into work early today and I got a lot accomplished which always makes me feel good. I enjoy being productive, especially when that includes helping other people!

Tonight, I went to the harp ensemble Whitney has once a month at her home. It was such a blessing! The ladies did a beautiful "concert." I did pick up some small tips from watching the ladies practice and then talking with them afterwards. They all encouraged me to play at the next ensemble. We'll see about that. I was a bit overwhelmed at everyone's skill level, because it's definitely way beyond mine.

Now, it's time for devotions and sleeping in my warm bed. Electric blankets were such a good invention. Hopefully, I can do some serious blogging tomorrow. I only work half a day and it's payday. Yeah!

Medical Monday

My morning consumer canceled her appointment today, because she was sick. Once I saw her email, I called work and asked if I could come in late. My boss said, "yes," so I went back to bed for another two hours. When I woke up, I felt much better. Mom took me to the orthodontist appointment and then to work. I was able to get a lot done this afternoon. Then, Mom picked me up and we ran errands before getting home around 6:00pm. By dinnertime, I felt pretty bad again. I just put on my pajamas, so I can go to bed. I plan to take it easy tonight by reading and sleeping.

Tonight, I'm praising the Lord for the way He ordained my day. I hope my consumer feels better soon, but it was a blessing to have the extra time at home. I'm thankful for a flexible job and an understanding boss. I'm thankful for the supernatural strength the Lord gave me this afternoon... I had energy just long enough to finish the work day. I'm thankful for a Mom and Dad who will support me, pray for me, and help me out.

Eventful Health Weekend

My health has been amazingly stable until Friday night when I ate something for dinner that caused an allergic reaction. It's my fault, as I should have been more careful. However, I didn't realize that one of our dishes contained ginger in it. So I ended up eating the same food on Saturday afternoon.

My first clue that something had happened was when a rash started. Qavah took one look at me and stated seriously, "You are very pink." At least she knows her colors. Then breathing troubles followed. I immediately took a Benedryl, which stopped the allergic reactions, but caused me to retain fluid and sodium.

Yesterday, I was so swollen that my cheekbones hurt and I had a pounding headache for most of the day. Last night, I was in utter agony. So, Mom gave me a hot pad and prayed for wisdom and relief. The Lord heard and answered her prayers! Not long after I went to bed for the night (around 7:00pm), Mom was "inspired," by the Lord with a quick and pressing thought, "Kathryn needs more Prednisone!" Suddenly, the mysterious symptoms of nausea, ankle soreness, chills, breathing issues, and headache all made sense.

My body was stressed from combating the allergic reactions, which in turn, caused my adrenal system to work extra hard. I had been told several months ago by my endocrinologist and hematologist that I'd need to have extra Prednisone when my body was under attack from environmental factors, surgery, or sickness.

Fortunately, I've been feeling better since taking the extra Prednisone. I actually fell into a deep, healing sleep. I woke up a few minutes ago, because my water bottle needed filling. I decided to quickly post while I was awake, because I knew the writing would make me sleepy again.

Today was a good, but exhausting day. I just didn't have enough hours at work to get everything done that I was asked to do. I did get to visit a widow, though. Her adult daughter, who came down to take care of her mother while she recuperated from surgery, asked if she could hug me as I was leaving the home. Her big, but gentle hug warmed my heart and made my day!

Ever since I was little, I have been enjoyed human interest stories. Autobiographies and biographies are some of my favorite genres of books. I'm now "living" human interest stories everyday with my work, which is all about meeting the needs of our consumers. Every morning, I pray to have the strength and grace to be a blessing to those I'm supposed to help... whether it's a consumer (client), co-worker, family member, or stranger.

I "Eight" No More!

The other day, I overheard someone exclaim, "I'm so glad this year is almost over!" For me, though, I want to remember 2008. The first six months of this year were extremely difficult. However, the last six months of 2008 have been wonderful!

In just this year: I got a new medical team that has been so understanding and helpful. I'm able to bless others through my work. Dad got a full time, near our home job. Qavah is now legally a member of our family. There is on-going progress with her mental, emotional, and spiritual development, too. With the addition of Nehemiah in June, I now have a nephew. And Annelise has grown up so much in just one year! I can't believe she will be two at the end of this month. She can now say, "Aunt Kathryn" which of course is music to my ears.

The only thing I don't like about 2008 is writing down the numbers of the year. Ever since I learned to read and write, I have written my eights wrong. For some odd reason, I can't seem to make a "figure eight" that is taught particularly in the cursive writing style. To this day, I write "eight" as two circles on top of each other like a snowman.

Well, there is a lot of charting involved with this new job. I write down the date literally twelve or more times a day. Today, though, I wrote 2-0-0-9 and it was much faster. Come January, I can say that my calendar "ate" my "eight"!

Monday's Musings

It's been a full day with a lot of tasks on my "to do" list left undone. However, I know it's the Lord that ordains my days and directs my steps, so I am thankful for how this day did unfold. There were a lot of little blessings throughout the day.

I had to visit a consumer first thing this morning. So, Paul Burton dropped me off at the home instead of at work. I'm thankful Paul Burton is flexible and willing to drive me to work everyday. I met with the consumer for an hour. Then, Aunt Julie picked me up and took me out to lunch.

What's further exciting is that my cousin, Sandra, is moving to Roanoke with her husband. She is already working here while her husband finishes the final moving details. Anyway, Sandra was able to have lunch with Aunt Julie and me! It was so good to catch up together and the meal was absolutely delicious. At one point Sandra asked me, "Why are you smiling?" to which I replied, "Because I'm just so happy! I can't believe we are here together and I'm strong enough to be working and eating!" It certainly is the Lord's doing and it's marvelous in my eyes.

The rest of the afternoon went by quickly. Very soon after getting home, Mom and Dad left to take the Kia vehicle to the "car doctor," (that's how Mom explained it to Qavah who stayed home with me). Then, Mom went for a walk and I came up to my bedroom office. I just finished a lengthy teleconference and web-course I needed to "attend" for work. I have a few more tasks to finish and then it's bedtime!

Sunday's Psalm

Back when I was thirteen years old, I attended a mother-daughter Bible study at a local church. We studied Proverbs thirty-one and a wonderful book titled Stepping Heavenward. Our class also memorized Psalm twenty-seven. Actually, each of the attendees was given a section of Psalm twenty-seven to memorize. Then, our entire class recited the chapter for the rest of the Bible study classes on the last day of the semester.

Shamefully, I can't always recall all of Psalm twenty-seven like I should. However, the Lord has used either parts or all of this Biblical psalm many times in the last eleven years to refocus my thoughts toward Himself. I've also been comforted by Psalm twenty-seven when my heart was otherwise broken. Tonight, I was once again reminded of Psalm twenty-seven and so I decided to let it be this Sunday's Psalm. May it bless you as it has in my life.

Psalm 27:1-14 (NIV)

1 The LORD is my light and my salvation whom shall I fear? The LORD is the stronghold of my life of whom shall I be afraid?

2 When evil men advance against me to devour my flesh, when my enemies and my foes attack me, they will stumble and fall.

3 Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear; though war break out against me, even then will I be confident.

4 One thing I ask of the LORD, this is what I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD and to seek him in his temple.

5 For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle and set me high upon a rock.

6 Then my head will be exalted above the enemies who surround me; at his tabernacle will I sacrifice with shouts of joy; I will sing and make music to the LORD.

7 Hear my voice when I call, O LORD; be merciful to me and answer me.

8 My heart says of you, "Seek his face!" Your face, LORD, I will seek.

9 Do not hide your face from me, do not turn your servant away in anger; you have been my helper. Do not reject me or forsake me, O God my Savior.

10 Though my father and mother forsake me, the LORD will receive me.

11 Teach me your way, O LORD; lead me in a straight path because of my oppressors.

12 Do not turn me over to the desire of my foes, for false witnesses rise up against me, breathing out violence.

13 I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living.

14 Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.

Friday Firsts: Being An Adult

This week's Friday First was supposed to describe the first time I felt grown up. However, I completely forgot the assignment! Sorry, Sandy. So, I am writing my Friday First post today instead. The first time I "thought" I was an adult was in 1997 (around age twelve) when my family moved twenty minutes from my childhood home. It was a difficult time in the family business and the house my parents bought was a real fixer-upper. I remember having family Bible studies and meetings where I began praying aloud for the needs of my family and friends. During that year, I recommitted my life to Christ and began an on-going, serious, everyday relationship with the Lord.

The next time I thought I was an adult was during my second year at the Virginia School for the Deaf and Blind. The 2001-2002 school year was particularly difficult. I was the only professing Christian student in the Blind Department. Even though I had very supportive teachers and "dorm parents," I was lonely. I had several experiences in the spring semester that were emotionally challenging and draining in which I often felt like "an adult," especially among my peers.

In the summer of 2002, I visited the Caribbean Christian Centre for the Deaf in Montego Bay, Jamaica. It was my first missions trip abroad. And even though I stayed with family friends, the trip really impacted my life in many ways that made me feel grown up. My "small world" perspective was changed into an intense, "large world" passion for Christian missions.

A year later, in the Spring of 2003, our family took care of a lady whom I affectionately called Nana. She was like a grandmother to me. At first after her husband died, Mom and I helped Nana at her apartment. Then, when her body became too ill due to cancer, Nana moved to our home with hospice care. Nana lived with us for one month before her home-going to Heaven on May 4, 2003.

The events surrounding Nana's life and death were what truly ushered me into adulthood. Ironically, those same experiences prepared me so well for my own journey of living with a terminal disease (HPS). Nana taught me how to be an adult that courageously lives, but gracefully dies into the saving arms of the Lord Jesus Christ.

Shopping

Even though it's only nine o'clock, it might as well be midnight. I'm exhausted tonight and I don't want to overdo it. I don't want to get sick. Mom, Qavah, Paul Burton, and me spent the afternoon shopping and running errands.

We went to Target and I got some things for work. I also got a new lamp shade for my nightstand light. It's purple and has dangled beads on it. I came home and tried it out right away. I love it! How absolutely wonderful to find a purple lamp shade that's not too trendy, but elegant and adds a bit of whimsy to my nightstand. None of you might think it a big deal or a real joy, but I do. It makes me smile. The only thing I didn't find from my list at Target were boots.

I'm needing to backup my files. I have 23gb worth of pictures on my computer. problem is I have no idea of how to get as many pictures as possible unto a cd. Colin suggested making a data dvd, so I'm going to try that. The memory stick I have is only 1gb, so that won't work. If any of you computer pros have ideas, please share them!

Eye Games

Yesterday, I reset my clock after the power was off for a few hours. Since I wake up at the same time most days of the week, my internal clock is programmed to wake up at a certain time. This morning, I was especially thankful the Lord made our bodies the way He did, because my alarm clock didn't go off. The power had gone off again sometime in the middle of the night and my alarm clock doesn't have a back up battery, so it was blinking twelve o'clock a.m. instead of eight o'clock a.m.

Once I got out of bed, I reset my clock, went out of the room for ten minutes total, and upon returning the clock was blinking again. I was very puzzled. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? Apparently in the time that it took me to brush my teeth, the power had gone off again. That is when I decided to forget about my clock and not set it until I got home from work. I wouldn't be in my room all day anyway. I was getting tired of setting it only to have my work foiled due to the electricity and weather.

Tonight, I was in the kitchen talking to Mom when I briefly glanced at the ziploc bag on the counter. I took a handful of "almonds" and joyfully popped them into my mouth. I immediately started to sputter and gag. What I had put in my mouth was obviously NOT almonds! That is when I looked down at the counter, only this time with more attentiveness. There were two identical gallon-size, clear bags. One bag did contain almonds, but the other bag had DOG FOOD in it. I had popped a handful of dog food, not almonds, into my mouth! No wonder I gagged. Dogs may be "man's best friend," but their food certainly isn't!

Wednesday's Writings

I did write about my "Terrific Tuesday", so if you haven't read it, then I encourage you to do so. I had some thoughts written for Veteran's Day. I'm posting early today, because our power is about to be cut off for awhile. I think only for a few hours, but I'm not sure. I have not heard from Mom or Dad yet, but I know they had a busy evening and so did we at home.

"A great point is reached spiritually when we stop worrying over personal matters or over any matter. God expects of us the one thing that glorifies Him - and that is to remain absolutely confident in Him, remembering what He has said beforehand, and sure that His purposes will be fulfilled." -Oswald Chambers

Today, I am choosing to remain confident that the Lord has great purposes for Qavah's life. Please join me in praying that this is the season for her physical healing.

Terrific Tuesday

Since I didn't have to work today, I had an orthodontist appointment that was important, as I really needed my new retainers. Today's harp lesson went well, too. The music, especially the music theory, I am learning is definitely challenging, but I see the benefits in all areas of my life...not just with harp. It is stretching my mind, using both sides of my brain, teaching me to pay attention to details, and bringing much joy to my spirit. Today, I got through an entire song. I also enjoy playing alongside someone else as a duet.

So many times, the Body of Christ has blessed our family. Tonight was just another example of the ministering I have received throughout my life. Dr. Short, his wife, and their two children visited for the evening. The children take harp and violin lessons, so they brought their instruments and did a concert. As I was listening to the music and catching up with Mrs. Short, I just marveled at the faithfulness and goodness of the Lord that is displayed through this Christian family. My parents have known Dr. Short and his wife since before they had children. Some twelve plus years later, the children are blessing others with their God-given abilities.

The prayers and lives we live really do affect future generations. Speaking of, I do want to mention that today was Veteran's Day. To the families of veterans: I may not know the names of your loved ones, but God knows the exact name of your loved one and the heroic service they performed. This is my prayer for you and the veterans out there:

Dear Lord, thank you for the many veterans who did not "take a day off" of their military duties when called upon to serve. I ask for blessings upon them and their families. May our Country honor them rightly with how we speak of their service, including the veterans of today's wars. Lord, the is never true freedom without the shedding of blood. So I thank the veterans of the USA who made it possible for me to live on this earth in freedom. And I praise You, Jesus, for shedding your blood so that my soul could be eternally free. Amen.

Monday's Memories

When I was seven years old, I received the Samantha Parkington American Girl doll for Christmas. I remember imagining the many hours of fun I would have being mommy to my new daughter Since Samantha wasn't a baby doll, I "adopted" her and she came home to me just like I did with my family. I also changed her name to Samantha Rose-Parkington Campbell.

I played with Samantha so much that her hair was straggly after just a few years, so Mom trimmed her hair short. Then, she never did look the same as the doll I was so excited about on that Christmas Eve. However, I still tried to give her a good up-bringing.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago when I learned that Samantha Parkington would no longer be available for purchase after this Christmas. So I decided to finally send my Samantha Rose to the Doll Hospital for some tender loving care. This All-American doll came home today with a smile on her face, a hospital gown (which I should wash because of MRSA), her idenification wrist band, a balloon that says "Get Well Soon," and discharge instructions. Smantha Rose has been cleaned and her hair was replaced. She is now ready for a new generation of care-givers, but I will always be her Mommy.

"Ear-Full"

Yesterday, my internet was down, so that is why I didn't post. I've had a busy and fun weekend. Today, we had my Grandparents, Whitney, Colin, Jennifer, and Uncle Rick (from Portland, Oregon) here for an afternoon of music, soup, and talking together. The weather was crisp again, a typical November day.

I enjoyed watching Qavah, Annelise, and Nehemiah partaking in the family festivities in their own way. Qavah and Annelise danced to the lively music, while Nehemiah laid contently on Great-Grandma's lap, showing his approval with serious stares and joyful babbling. Tonight, I plan to hit the pillow with a smile on my face.

Thank you Lord for the ability to hear the sounds of music that filled our home today. I praise You as the Creator for the talents You have given the Campbell family. May future generations use their gifts to Your honor and glory. Amen.

Friday Firsts: Email

Our first family computer was actually for business use. Dad bought it in the mid-nineties after starting the family engineering company when he was laid off at IR in 1993. We converted the basement playroom into my Dad's first office. The room was large, but rather cave-like. There were no windows except for the sliding glass door that led onto the downstairs porch and backyard. The overhead room lighting was florescent and we used a wood-stove for heat in the winter months. "In those days," there was no computer-aided design (CAD) software for mechanical engineers, so my father bought a big green drafting board.

The computer was used mainly for bookkeeping and administrative duties. However, once Dad and Mom were finished with their business tasks, they would let my brothers and me play on it. One of the first computer games we ever had was Clyde. It was this little old man that had to navigate through an obstacle course to collect the appropriate number of gems. There was sound, but it only came out of the small computer speakers. It was rather pathetic compared to today's technology, but I remember my brothers and I being so excited about the new "high-tech toy!"

Once the family business became more established in 1995, my father got another phone line and that was when we got internet. The first phone company we used was Bell Atlantic and the first email provider was Juno. We chose Juno, because we could have multiple email accounts for free. Forget sending attachments, though. That wasn't even an option "back then." I just remember being so impressed with Juno, because I could change the font and background colors of my email message. I remember the first colors I used was yellow text on a purple background. I was also overjoyed that I could simply backspace to fix spelling errors, instead of using an eraser (which I dislike to this day..it makes me cringe fro some reason).

Even now, there are times when I wish we still had Juno, because that software was very user-friendly. It didn't have a lot of extra, confusing menus or features. This "Friday First" revolutionized the way our family corresponded with the "outside world." Today, checking my email is an ordinary task whereas receiving a letter in the mailbox is the a rare and exciting event. How far our world has come in just the last twenty-five years.

Dad's Birthday Celebration

Today was my Dad's birthday. He had to work as usual, which made me a little sad. I asked him tonight if anyone wished him a "Happy Birthday," at work but no one had done so. In fact, there are only two people where he works that have November birthdays.

We had a family celebration tonight minus Paul Burton (he was working). Colin and Jennifer gave Dad a DVD collection of Hercule Poirot. Mom and Dad both got excited as they talked about having "date nights" watching the tv series on the big screen in PB's apartment once Qavah is in bed (PB has given us permission to do so, since he works until late evening most nights during the week.) I told them they could have "date plus older kids' nights." Dad laughed and said, "Nooo..." Mom said, "That is not what we had in mind". *grin*

It's been fun to watch Dad be a father to Qavah this past year. She sure has kept him young! Since beginning my job, though, I've had my own special father-daugther time. Dad picks me up from work, so it's just the two of us together in the car for the fifteen minute drive home. Sometimes we talk about things happening in our family. Most of the time, though, we discuss politics as we listen to Sean Hannity on the car radio. It might not seem that big of deal to most people, but I love the daily memories I'm making with my Dad.

Medical Update

Well, the car-ride (transportation) company I used this week to my medical appointments went well. They called me about two hours before my appointment to make sure I was still going. Then, they arrived at my work fifteen minutes early, so I ended up being quite a bit early at the doctor's office.

Yesterday's appointment was to see the orthodontist. I had to have molds made for the new retainers I pick up next week. Today's appointment was to visit the pulmonologist to discuss the results of my ct scan. While I'm not surprised at what the doctor found, it was sad and sobering news to hear. My left lung has a few "dark" patches that are consistent with the early stages of pulmonary fibrosis. Also, the pulmonologist believes I have asthma. He gave me a two week supply of a medicine I'm supposed to inhale twice a day. I also got a prescription for the Abuderal I had been trying for the past month. I'm supposed to use the Abuderal for "break through" attacks, such as if I've walked a long distance or I'm exposed to smoke-filled room. He said that even if I don't have trouble breathing, I should still use the Abuderal often to protect the lung capacity I have right now.

Tonight, I attended a missions conference, so my spirit is refreshed in one sense. I really needed tonight and the message I heard, because today was just a difficult day all around. I had a very keen awareness all day that this Earth is not my home. I'm thankful that my hope can be in the Lord, who is true, merciful, just and sovereign. I long for others to have the same kind of relationship that I have with God. I long for others to be filled with the power of the Lord Jesus Christ and to have the peace that I can have as I go to bed tonight. No matter what happpens here, I know that the Lord is working everything out for my good and that someday, "every knee will bow and every tongue will confess that He is Lord".

When the perishable puts on the imperishable, and the mortal puts on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written: "Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?" The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain." -1 Corinthians 15:54-58

Did You Know?: Tuesday's Tip

Since I am very tired tonight, I don't feel much like writing. However, I'm *supposed* to blog each day. Soo...

Did you know that you can suck on a cut and then blow on it to ease the pain?

Yes, I know it sounds disgusting, but it's true. Dad taught me this last night when I kept complaining about a cut on my thumb. He said, "Just stick your thumb in your mouth for a minute and then blow on the cut to dry your saliva." I didn't want to try it at first, but then I decided to see if it worked since I had just washed my hands. He was right. The stinging pain of the cut lessened considerably.

Now, this tip is not something I really suggest doing often, because (1) it's just plain gross and (2) it's not healthy to stick fingers in one's mouth. However, if there is no other way to ease the pain of a cut, then you could try this tip. Apparently the saliva puts a "protective coating" that solidifies once dried (hence the blowing on the cut).

My first thought when Dad shared the tip was:

This sounds like a "worst case scenario" suggestion from a boy scout's handbook.

My second thought was:

I wonder if McGiver tried this!

The Power Of One

In general news it was a very hectic day at work, although it did go well. I was supposed to attend a meeting at 3:00, but that was postponed until next week. I'm always amazed at how God ordains our day. I needed that extra hour and a half at the office to finish paperwork and telephone calls. The next three days will be busy, as well:

Tues.- Vote, Work, doctor's appt. at 4:15pm
Wed.- Work, doctor's appt. at 3:40pm
Thurs.- Work, Dad's birthday celebration!

Below is a video that was shown at the church I attended on Sunday. It relates to the election and the power of one person. Jesus Christ would have still died on the cross had it only been for one person. The vote we cast tomorrow is powerfully important and life-changing, even if the Lord is the only one who knows which button we pressed.

May you and I look to the Lord and His Word for wisdom and discernment as we cast our votes. Then in the days to come, may we continue to pray for our leaders no matter who is chosen. It's only through the power of one person- Jesus Christ- that the hearts of our leaders will be eternally affected and changed long after the results of tomorrow's elections are tallied.

One Choice, Lots of Impact

Today is Reformation Sunday and as I celebrate in my heart the boldness that Luther had to confront sin and false actions, I know that many of us will have a choice to stand for truth on November fourth. I attended two church services where I heard testimonies of how missionaries (from the U.S. and abroad) are reaching the world with the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

One choice a local church made eleven years ago to send missionaries into Iraq is now bearing fruit that includes schools, churches, pastors, and missionaries from Iraq. In fact, the Christian education is so "top notch" that government officials, whom are mostly Muslim, are sending their children to the Christian schools. Iraq's Ministry of Education exclaimed two weeks ago, "Please build more Christian schools so our children can get a good education". Little does he realize that full and eternal impact that these schools are having in his nation and elsewhere.

Think about what would have happened had the U.S. pastors said, "The vision to go into Iraq is just too hard. It's not worth the risk. I choose a different country". One choice can have far-reaching and lasting effects that will impact future generations.

A friend of mine wrote a bold and eloquent, but very truthful email outlining the reasons why he will be voting for McCain-Palin come Tuesday. Since I agree with everything my friend wrote, I have asked his permission to post the letter below. He did a much better job of summarizing the issues surrounding the elections than me. I know the letter is long, but please ready it anyway:

Dear Friends,

As you may know, although my work involves me in the political process in Virginia from time to time, I am not a political activist. However, this year, I am convicted and convinced that the national election for President, Senate and House of Representative offices is the most important election in our lifetimes.

What I have learned in the past few days has caused me great concern for the future freedom of our people. I heard an interview in which Sen Obama said he felt the Warren Supreme Court was not radical enough, that the Constitution was flawed and that more needs to be done to bring changes. The context of these remarks was about what the federal government could do, instead of the constraints placed upon it by the framers and the need to bring about more radical changes.

Much has been said about his views on “spreading the wealth around” or the redistribution of wealth. He is capitalizing on the human weakness of greed, when he appeals to the public about placing a higher taxes on the “rich.” We, of all people, should understand that God is the one who blesses some in this way and not others. Is it for the U.S. government to take it upon itself to redistribute this wealth? Currently, he defines “rich” as anyone making $250K or more each year. I would like to make that income myself and it sounds pretty appealing, but who is to say that that amount will continue to be the official dividing line between the “rich” and the not rich. I suspect that when government revenues fail to cover all of the spending the government wants, the dividing line will be adjusted down and it will continue to be readjusted down until nearly everyone who works and earns an income will be taxed at exorbitant rates.

Clearly, Obama is not satisfied with the “constraints” imposed on the government by the Constitution. He will undoubtedly appoint activist judges that agree with his views, and who will find rights in the Constitution through their own interpretations, that are not there (like a woman’s right to privacy which serves as the basis for choosing to kill her baby in the womb, or now, almost completely out of the womb).

His record on gun control and the 2nd Amendment was made clear by his position and votes in the Illinois Senate on a bill making it a crime for someone to use a firearm in self-defense and his position on the need to “register” gun owners.

I smell a very authoritarian government on the way, one that reinterprets and restricts the God-given rights acknowledged by the framers of our Constitution; one that implements “political correctness” to extents that are yet unimagined. Up to this point, I suspect that you may agree with most of what I have said.

Now, I will take it a step further. I have heard that some within the “faith community” are reluctant to vote for the McCain-Palin ticket because they don’t trust them completely or that McCain’s commitment to God is either unknown or suspect. These well-intentioned fellow believers think that by either sitting out the election or by voting for some unknown third or fourth party candidate is somehow being more faithful to God. I don’t argue with anyone’s convictions, but I would ask those who believe this way, if this is really the course you think God would want for you, your children and the country.

Does God want our country to go down the road toward a Communist state, one that denies Him and persecutes His people? Maybe He will bring that about through the foolishness of the American people who don’t know Him or His ways, but we believers should not help to usher in this kind of government.

Make no mistake about it, this is where we will be headed if Sen Obama is elected President. The handwriting is on the wall. Only the blind could miss it. I encourage you to vote for the McCain-Palin ticket and encourage all your friends to do the same. If elected, they will undoubtedly make mistakes and decisions we don’t like. What President hasn’t? But, they won’t reduce and eliminate our freedoms and lead us into a Communist society. I don’t like everything McCain supports or has introduced. He wasn’t my first choice during the nominating process, but he is certainly my first choice now (can you guess).

Some folks talk about not voting for the lesser of two evils. I don’t believe this election offers us a vote between the lesser of two evils. I believe it offers us the choice of a vote for freedom vs a vote for greater evil in our land than we have ever seen.

Think about this. If Sen Obama is elected, there will be the most leftist government we have ever had, with the President, Senate and House, all in the hands of folks who “know what’s in our best interests” and aren’t afraid to take action on it. A President Obama will certainly appoint activist judges, not only to the US Supreme Court, but to the numerous unfilled judgeship at every federal court level in the country! Why are there all these unfilled judgeship? Because the Democrat majority in the Senate has been holding them in reserve for just such an opportunity.

With activist judges, who do not respect the US Constitution, in place all across the country, we can kiss our legislative process goodbye. The judges will simply interpret laws the way they want them, like the Kelo decision that gives local government the right to condemn and take any privately owned property it wants. That was just a foretaste of what will come.

Is this the kind of country we want for our children and grandchildren in America? If you are in the camp that has genuine doubts about voting for McCain-Palin, please pray fervently for God’s direction and exercise your right to vote in the election on Nov 4th and encourage those you know to do the same. We cannot afford to sit this one out.

Random Ponderings From My Brain

Today was a calm but especially happy day. Perhaps it was the sunny, seventy-degree weather. Perhaps it was because I had a harp lesson. I'm not exactly sure what it was, but I just felt the very near presence of the Lord today. I had His strength, joy, and peace in my heart.

November is finally here. Even though I had a good October (considering what's happened the last few years), I don't like that month. I even have trouble remembering how to spell October when I write checks or dates on paperwork. November is filled with important and some celebratory events. Tomorrow is Daylight Savings Day, so be sure to change your clocks when you go to bed tonight. Election Day is Tuesday, November fourth. Then, on November sixth our family will celebrate Dad's Birthday. November eleventh is Veteran's Day, so I get a paid holiday. Annelise will turn two on November twenty-fifth. And finally, don't forget to wish friends a Happy Thanksgiving Day on November twenty-seventh.

Words can be very strange at times. I had to write the word queue yesterday at work. Not c-u-e, but q-u-e-u-e. Very odd. And then take the word q-u-i-c-h-e. No wonder I have difficulty spelling words! I never did win at the spelling bees in school. Actually, I did not even get close to winning. I always felt bad for my other team members, because my brain "smarts" didn't help when it came to the language arts class. I've tried to understand the English language, but I still have difficulty with sentence structure and grammar. There are just some things in life that you have to accept without trying to understand the "why" behind the logic.

Eventful Days

I've had an eventful end of the week. Wednesday night I had difficulty falling asleep. The HPS symptoms, including awful abdomen pain and bowel bleeding, started. As a result, my electrolytes became imbalanced. I knew that a Remicade treatment would settle my cells back down.

So, Thursday morning I called my workplace and asked to take a "sick" day. Then, I called the infusion center at Lewis Gale and asked for the earliest possible appointment. After pulling my chart, the nurse said, "Oh! It states right here from your GI doctor that you were trying to stretch the Remicade treatment but if you had trouble, I was to get you in immediately." By early afternoon, I had begun the Remicade infusion and was feeling relief already. Praise the Lord for a team of doctors and nurses that put the patient's needs first and work together as a team!

Today, I went to work to make up for yesterday. I had a lot to accomplish that I knew couldn't wait until Monday. Although I was tired, I still had strength and felt relatively good all day. Tonight, I was going to have a quiet night reading and playing my harp. Instead, I spent the evening troubleshooting my computer and installing my programs. We had a power outage a day ago that upset my computer, so I think it decided to rebel. Not fun, but I was thankful that I didn't lose all of my data. I now have a battery backup connected to the computer.

Tomorrow, I have a list of tasks to complete and a harp lesson to attend. Saturday also begins National Blog Post Month. The idea is to post every single day for an entire month. That's a lot of thinking and writing! My friend, Sandy, is doing this which is no surprise because she's such a great writer. I always enjoy reading her website. However, she asked me to join her, so we'll see how it goes. *grins* Happy Blogging Everyone!

The Best Guide

Today, I had an appointment with a mobility instructor from the Department for the Blind and Visually Impaired (DBVI), so that I could be "fitted" with an appropriate cane. I learned how to use a cane while attending the Virginia School for the Blind (VSDB) during middle school. However, when I returned home, I mostly used my family or friends as walking guides on sunny days.

Since beginning my job, though, I'm increasing my independence in this area. I sometimes visit consumers (clients) at their homes without the availability of family or friends that I came to rely on in the past. In some ways, I'm a bit nervous about using a cane and walking alone, however I know it's time for me to embark on this new step of independence (no pun intended).

The Lord is my Life guide in the same way that I depend on my cane to guide me when walking on unfamiliar territory. The Lord can alert me of impending dangers or obstacles. Then, it's my choice as to whether I will heed the "advice" of my Guide or continue walking forward on my own faulty wisdom. The fear I have of my walking-guide (cane) and life-guide (God) is a healthy one, because it keeps me humble enough to accept and use directions that are correct, but not of my own making.

"The fear of the LORD teaches a man wisdom, and humility comes before honor." -Proverbs 15:33

"The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and discipline." -Proverbs 1:7

"How can a young man keep his way pure? By living according to Your word. I seek You with all my heart; do not let me stray from Your commands." -Psalm 119:9-10

Medical and Misc. Monday

Mom did an excellent job on her website of capturing the weekend, so I'm not going to write much about it tonight. However, I did make some new friendships. At Friday night's Gala dinner, I sat next to a young woman who works in the communications department at MBC, but she used to work in the alumnae office. Anyway, this new friend had a radiant countenance, was articulate, conservative, a Christian, and influential. Every conversation we had together led back to the Lord. God is using this young woman to further His Kingdom among the students and faculty of Mary Baldwin College. Please pray that my new friend, Jenna, will continue to let her light shine for Jesus.

Now that I am home, I'm so amazed that Mom and I were able to take such a trip this weekend. It's been seven weeks since my last Remicade treatment! Currently, I'm able to eat and live my life with relatively low pain. I have the assurance from my GI doctor that I can get an appointment immediately if I should encounter trouble this week. Lord willing, though, I won't get my Remicade treatment until November seventh.

My break from doctor appointmetns is about to end, though. Next week, I have three already scheduled appointments and I should call my hematologist and endocrinologist for follow-up appointemnts and labs. I recently discovered that I can get free transportation to and from doctor appointments using a company that is specialized in providing medical-related services to disabled or elderly Virginians. I actually learned of this company from a co-worker. I'm going to try this service next week to see if it's reliable. For some of the appointments, I have this company taking me from work to the appointment and then driving me from the appointment to home.

On a fun note, thank you for sending the postcards! I really appreciate it. I'm about to remove another state from my list. Yeah! Oh, and Sarah Palin came to Salem tonight. Unfortunately, I didn't get to see her but I plan to catch her speech online. I'm sure somebody will post it sometime soon.

Full Nights

Once I returned home tonight, I spent the evening straightening, vacuuming and mopping the downstairs' floors. Our house was in need of some serious scrubbing and the best time to deep clean is when the furniture has been relocated to another room (or Paul Burton's apartment, in this case). At one point tonight, Mom exclaimed to me, "I'm so thankful your back is better and you can help us."

I'm mindful that I need to be careful of what and how much I do. However, I'm very grateful to the Lord that I can be out of the hospital, working in the daytime, and helping or enjoying the family at night. Everyday, I'm in awe of what is occurring in my life. The glory definitely goes to the Lord and to you for the many prayers spoken on my behalf.

Below are some pictures of the full moon I captured last week. I took the pictures from the front upper porch. The second picture also shows a streak in the sky where an airplane had just flown over. Click on an individual picture with the computer mouse to see a bigger shot of this month's full moon.

"He will bring justice to the poor of the people; He will save the children of the needy, and will break in pieces the oppressor. They shall fear You as long as the sun and moon endure, throughout all generations" (Psalm 72:4-5).

Having A Well-Lived Life

Yesterday, I attended Church with Colin, Jennifer and Paul Burton. The emphasis was on Missions, locally and globally. The Church showed a video about Ethiopia. I was particularly interested in the video, because I just signed up with Compassion International to sponsor a little Ethiopian five-year-old girl.

The sermon was convicting and uplifting. The Bible passage was from Philemon and discussed how, as Christians, we should go beyond the typical. So, if we are given a task to do, we should not only complete it, but do the job well. Likewise, we should serve others more than than what is usually required or anticipated. The apostle Paul exemplified this way of living while in prison and that's one reason why we even have the book of Philemon.

Living an exemplary should not be done out of duty, but rather, delight! It is the grace and power of Jesus Christ in and through us that makes it possible for us to accomplish anything successfully, let alone going above and beyond the normal human expectations.

The pastor also challenged us to do at least one thing a day (in addition to praying, of course) to advance the Gospel of Jesus Christ. At first that might seem like a hard thing to do, considering the circumstances and lifestyles the Lord has placed before us. It's sometimes easier to think of missionaries, because we "know" their job description. So, the pastor gave an example from "daily life" of his six year old daughter who drew a picture for her daddy.

The pastor told us, "I thought that picture was nice. It was a gesture of love". What he didn't realize until later was that his wife had been talking with their daughter about advancing the Gospel, even at the "cost" of ourselves (whether it be time, money, possessions, convenience, etc). His daughter decided that the "one thing" she would do on that particular day to advance the Gospel was to draw a picture for her Daddy that showed him how much she loved and appreciated him. She served her Dad, but went above and beyond by drawing a picture "as unto Christ".

I cannot do justice to the sermon I heard yesterday. My heart, though, was spurred to worship the Lord for even choosing and using me despite my many flaws. May the verse below encourage all of us, including myself, to practice exemplary lives:

"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving." Colossians 3:24-25

Weekend Wrap-Up

I cannot believe it's bedtime on Sunday night and I'm about to begin another work week in the morning. It has been a busy, but productive weekend! Friday, I had a harp lesson. I think it went well, although I do need to practice more. Whitney gave me a new song though, so that was exciting. Never mind that it has several repeating measures; it's a new song with a nice tune! I'm also learning music theory and sightseeing in addition to playing the harp, so it makes the hour long lesson I have every other week go by quickly.

Friday night, I babysat Qavah and then helped in the apartment once Mom and Dad got home. Saturday was basically deja vu of Friday night. This morning, I went with Paul Burton to church where Colin and Jennifer attend. I will write more about that in another post. I was going to do that tonight, but this post was getting to be too long and involved.

This afternoon, I slept for several hours. I needed the rest, as I've been going non-stop for a week. Tonight, our family worked on.. you guessed it... Paul Burton's apartment. We are making real progress! It's almost time for the finishing touches of decorating and accessorizing the room. That is the fun part!

Health wise, I am hoping it's an uneventful week. I do not have any doctor appointments planned until the beginning of November, however I should have a CBC done soon. My endocrinologist and hematologist prefer I have labs drawn every two to three weeks, but it's been four weeks since labs were drawn. I think that's a new record!

We received our first hard frost last night. Today, the sky was deep blue, crisp, and clear. Now, it really feels like Fall with the night-time temperature being downright cold. Mom made an apple crisp this weekend. My thoughts are turning toward Thanksgiving and cranberries...

Thursday's Thrilling Thoughts

First of all, I want to wish my "blogging" friend, Sandy, a very Happy Birthday! I should have written this announcement earlier in the day, so everyone could congratulate her on turning thirty-five years old. Sandy has quite a way with words, so I always find it either amusing or interesting to read her posts. She is also very thoughtful, honest, and encouraging. I hope you had a great Birthday, Sandy!

In other news, today was not a typical workday for me, but it was full of goodness. First, I was bombarded as soon as I got to work. I liked being needed and helping others. Even though every employee worked today, the office seemed short-staffed. Also, the "co-worker" who has a cubicle next to mine was gone and will be until Monday. So, the back area where I stay most of the time was rather quiet.

Second, I did an intake at RMH's Rehabilitation Center. It was both interesting and sobering. There are so many people out there with hurts, both physical and spiritual. However, the countenance of the gentleman I worked with was bright, cheerful, and peaceful. By the end of the intake, it becamse apparent that he was a Christian. He praised the Lord for giving him the strength to get through his most recent health crisis, which included a long hospital visit and a month-long stay at the rehab center. I'm always pleasantly surprised when I find another human being who is full of hope because of what the Lord has done for them. That is the way it should be with all of us.

The third event is definitely what made today extra special. I love having extended family nearby. Aunt Julie picked me up from the Rehab Center (since they only live about ten minutes away) and took me back to her home. I got to have lunch with Uncle Dan, Aunt Julie, and Danae! Aunt Julie had everything prepared so beautifully and precisely. The meal was delicious and consisted of rice, chinese veggetables, salad, bread, and grapes with tea to drink. For dessert we had cookies and ice cream with blueberries. I ended up taking my roll and cookie back to work, because I was so full. Aunt Julie even got lactose-free ice cream! "Yummy, yummy in my tummy!" (as we say around here).

After lunch, Danae gave me my Birthday present since we haven't visited in awhile. She got me a miniature blue and white tea set from Chicago's China Town. I'll have to post a picture of it soon, because it's pretty and delicate. Danae also brought me some postcards from Illinois. And Aunt Julie had her sister get me some postcards from Michigan. Now, I can cross off two more states from my list! After our little lunch visit, Aunt Julie drove me back to work. Thank you to Uncle Dan, Aunt Julie, and Danae for blessing me so much...yet again!

Sister Memories

Since the Lord has given me extra days of feeling well, I have had the energy to babysit and play with Qavah. We've been able to make more memories together. Last week when I went shopping with Fairlight, Qavah was on my mind. I wanted to get her a small gift since she couldn't go with us, but I wasn't exactly sure what to purchase.

Fairlight and I shopped at Target. As we were canvassing the clearance racks, I found a pretty purple blouse in my size for five dollars. Then, we decided to look through the baby and toddler clearance items. It's so fun to look at tiny children's clothes! Just as I was telling Fairlight which items Qavah needed to complete her Fall wardrobe, I spotted a miniture version of the purple blouse I was going to buy for myself. There was only one shirt in Qavah's size. I quickly put it in the shopping cart before anyone else could pick it up.

The next day, Qavah and I had fun dressing alike. We truly looked like sisters. And I praised the Lord, because ever since I was a small child, I had imagined having a sister with whom I could share special sister memories like wearing matching clothes. As the years passed, I had tucked that small dream in the back of my brain until it was almost gone from my mind and heart. The Lord knew my wish though, and He sent our family a bonus baby named Qavah.

Weekend Blessings

In many ways, this past weekend felt like the Fall break of college. I got a lot done, but also had time (and energy) to attend some special events.

The Steven Curtis Chapman and Michael W. Smith concert was totally awesome. I was expecting both artists to sing mostly songs from their most recent albums. Instead, both MWS and SCC chose songs that spanned the range of their musical careers. In fact, I heard some songs from their very first CDs. These men also let the audiance sing along, so by the night's end, I had worshipped the Lord with my voice not just in my heart.

Last night, I attended Bible study. The group is beginning a study on Glatians using a book Blackaby taught. Yesterday, though, we took turns reading aloud the entire book of Galatians. Then, we discussed the main themes of the Book of the Bible. I also enjoyed a very lovely chicken chili supper.

It's interesting, because both events (Saturday night and Sunday's Bible study) highlighted the magnificent hope we have in Christ. Steven Curtis Chapman shared his testimony of how the Lord has carried his family through the tragic death of his five-year-old daughter Maria just four months ago. He talked about how he questioned his ability to keep singing right after Maria's home-going. Steven said, "I'm standing here only because of the grace of God. I know without a doubt I will see my little Maria again. And I sing these songs to you only because of Christ's power in giving me the strength and hope to keep going and not just keep going, but to live out the Lord's will with joy, despite the deep sorrow our family has daily. The Lord is good. No, He is great". You can imagine I was sobbing by the end of Steven's testimony!

The Chapman family is such an inspiration to me because they have chosen to keep following the Lord, despite having every earthly reason to stop. And yet, I have an entire list of names in the back of my mind of people who still praise the Lord despite tremendous suffering.

Tomorrow, I begin another work week feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. And it's not so much because of what I got to do this weekend as it is Whom I got to fellowship with and "intensely" worship.