A month and a day. Sheesh. So, I could go all into all the pathetic excuses about being busy, but the truth is I have thought of blogging several times and it just didn't materialize. So, now I am sitting in bed with my laptop, yes on my lap. (Whoever named these is downright a genius.) I am not feeling well. I am not sick, but I am not well. No fever, so not the "f" word. Just feel crappy.
Soooo, a lot has been happening in this joint over the past couple of weeks. Real estate is great. Right now working with some friends, doing the buying drill. Each deal is like a fingerprint, so different and intricate. One must love the real estate transaction to be able to do this job and thank you Jesus, I do love it. Ministry is of course, a blessing. We have the Hillside Canyon Twilight Hayride at our house tomorrow night. So, needless to say, the whole sick thing does not fit into my schedule for these next 72 hours. I am going to have to re-schedule being sick! JW did, however, get hurt at work on October 14th. This day will live on in infamy. He hit a sprocket (the gigantic gear that turns the tracks on a bull dozer) with a sledge hammer. A shard of steel broke off the sledge hammer and injected into his left leg just above his knee. It went straight through his quadricep, nicked his great sapheneous vein and was stopped by his femur bone. Yes, ouch. I have been on my face thanking Jesus much lately that A. he was in the shop so someone was there to call 911 as he held his thumb over the hole in his leg that was spurting blood, not out at some random feedyard after all the hands had gone home B. not 72 miles from pavement on some ranch in the northeast Panhandle C. had on all his safety equipment on (Cat is fanatical about this) and the faulty hammer belongs to the shop (so he isn't responsible for using tools that are old and not functioning properly) D. the shard did not puncture his femoral artery (he would have bled to death in a matter of minutes.) It is so stinking important not to whine about what did happen and praise Jesus for what didn't happen. So many doctors, nurses, and random folks have told us we are lucky. It had not a thing to do with luck, we believe in an all knowing, all loving, merciful, protective savior who is with my husband every second. He kept him safe and has healed him well.
We have laughed looking back at that evening. We have marveled at how God's presence is reflected in every second.
Soooo, a lot has been happening in this joint over the past couple of weeks. Real estate is great. Right now working with some friends, doing the buying drill. Each deal is like a fingerprint, so different and intricate. One must love the real estate transaction to be able to do this job and thank you Jesus, I do love it. Ministry is of course, a blessing. We have the Hillside Canyon Twilight Hayride at our house tomorrow night. So, needless to say, the whole sick thing does not fit into my schedule for these next 72 hours. I am going to have to re-schedule being sick! JW did, however, get hurt at work on October 14th. This day will live on in infamy. He hit a sprocket (the gigantic gear that turns the tracks on a bull dozer) with a sledge hammer. A shard of steel broke off the sledge hammer and injected into his left leg just above his knee. It went straight through his quadricep, nicked his great sapheneous vein and was stopped by his femur bone. Yes, ouch. I have been on my face thanking Jesus much lately that A. he was in the shop so someone was there to call 911 as he held his thumb over the hole in his leg that was spurting blood, not out at some random feedyard after all the hands had gone home B. not 72 miles from pavement on some ranch in the northeast Panhandle C. had on all his safety equipment on (Cat is fanatical about this) and the faulty hammer belongs to the shop (so he isn't responsible for using tools that are old and not functioning properly) D. the shard did not puncture his femoral artery (he would have bled to death in a matter of minutes.) It is so stinking important not to whine about what did happen and praise Jesus for what didn't happen. So many doctors, nurses, and random folks have told us we are lucky. It had not a thing to do with luck, we believe in an all knowing, all loving, merciful, protective savior who is with my husband every second. He kept him safe and has healed him well.
We have laughed looking back at that evening. We have marveled at how God's presence is reflected in every second.
