1. Help Kevin graduate from a walker to a cane before September.
2. Get to know Springfield Bloggers
3. Proudly display our American Flag for all to see.
4. Could care less if I offend someone w/ my patriotism.
5. Watch, and worry, while boys set off firecrackers on the 4th.
6. Spray weed killer.
7. Install another air conditioning window unit in kitchen.
8. Even though I have no clue how to do so.
9. Sell our bariatric commode on Craigs list.
10. Promises that our bariatric commode is very clean and hardly used.
11. Sell our shower stool on Craigs list.
12. Promises that shower stool has hardly been used, in excellent shape.
13. Take boys swimming.
14. Whether they want to or not.
15. Because it’s not summer unless you go swimming, at least once.
16. Take Dude to get his Senior pictures taken.
17. Nothing too fancy, but better than something I could do.
18. Design area school websites.
19. With the intent of luring them into wanting to buy them from me.
20. Get a job.
21. Preferably something in technical writing.
22. But a bookstore would be cool, too.
23. Drive Kevin to band practice.
24. Drive Kevin to band gigs.
25. Go to New York w/ wheelchair bound husband.
26. Go on cruise to Canada w/ wheelchair bound husband.
27. Buy PhotoShop Elements Seven (cause it’s cheaper).
28. Learn PhotoShop Elements Seven
29. Beam with pride while watching Jazz’s marching band premiere.
30. Get kids ready for another school year.
Month: June 2010
Flash Fiction: Fading Fast
“Dad, would you dance with me?” Shelia held her hand out and swallowed back the pebble of fear on the back of her tongue. Would he accept? Or would he look at her like he didn’t know her?
Please, she thought to herself, remember, just this once.
The older man gave her a brilliant smile and Shelia released a soft sigh. She curled her fingers around the old man’s wrinkled hand and gently led him to the dance floor. She smiled and nodded at the other guests as she guided them through the crowd and out onto the dance floor. Todd, her new husband, stood on the sidelines and gave her a quick thumbs up to indicate he knew everything was fine and he was happy for her.
Being able to dance with her father, and him knowing who she was and what was going on, was something she had prayed would happen for nearly a year.
“You look so pretty,” he said, his words a bit broken, but recognizable.
Tears glistened in her eyes as she leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his papery cheek. “Thanks dad. I’m so glad you were able to make it.”
“Why wouldn’t I make it?” he asked her, his blue eyes sparkling in surprise.
“It doesn’t matter,” she mumbled and gazed lovingly into his weathered face. “I hope you know just how much I love you.”
Her father’s smile began to fade, his eyes clouded over. “Who are you again?”
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Fiction under 250 words.
Inspired by this Post Secret
Our New Pet
That title made you blink, didn’t it. Don’t worry, they’re virtual pets.
This program came in the mail today. Kevin has always had a fascination with fish – he says they are calming and he enjoys watching them.
We’ve had several real live fish over the years, only Kevin has ended up killing them because the first time he cleans the tank and rinses the rocks with bleach water, well, fish don’t care for bleach water very much.
This program runs on the PS3 and it’s really kind of cool. We had to buy a camera in order to make the fish “interactive” – they come to the screen whenever you get close to the TV in anticipation of being fed. And they flee if you wave your hand in front of the camera.
They’re quite entertaining.
And very easy to care for.
My kind of pet, actually.
Kevin’s CaringBridge Update
This was cross posted at Kevin’s CaringBridge page.
Happy Father’s Day!

There are no words to express our gratitude that Kevin is alive to enjoy Father’s Day. I can’t imagine our lives without him and I thank God that we don’t have to! I pray that you take time out of your busy schedules to hug your fathers and enjoy their special day with them.
Life is good, great really. Kevin is getting stronger and doing more and more things on his own.
For example … HE’S WALKING!!
We went to his bone doctor on June 8th and they took fresh x-rays. I’m not sure what we were expecting, but we had our socks knocked off of us when he told us that he could start putting weight on his legs – no restrictions. He pointed out the thin line of new bone growing over his fractures and told us that everything looked fine. He no longer had to wear the wrist splint and only needed to wear the leg brace when he was on his feet.
We. Were. Ecstatic!!!!! (If you haven’t seen a picture of Kevin’s “new” pelvis, you can click this link and take a look).
We were also a little concerned. We were originally told that he wouldn’t be able to put weight on his legs for 12 weeks and yet, eight weeks later, here we were! Though I understand that people heal at different rates, still, we were shocked that after only eight weeks the doctor was giving him the go ahead to start getting back on his feet.
And we didn’t waste any time. That following Thursday, Kevin went in to start his first rehabilitation session. I think I was more nervous than he was. Though we were told it was okay for him to stand up, still, I wondered if he would have the strength to actually DO it.
After we filled out the necessary paperwork, I wheeled Kevin into the workout room. It’s a giant room with all sorts of workout machines, parallel bars, stairs and large, cushioned tables for people to lie on and do flexibility exercises.
Our PT instructed me to wheel him to the parallel bars. I locked his wheelchair in place and swallowing hard, I watched as Kevin grabbed onto the bars and slowly lifted himself onto his feet.
It’s hard to describe the rush of emotions that flooded my heart when I saw him on his feet once again. It was truly amazing and blinking back the tears, I stood back as he positioned himself between the bars, grabbed hold and slowly moved one foot in front of the other.
Praise God, he was not only on his feet, he was walking!
His steps were clunky, and his stride was wobbly, but he walked the length of the bars twice, then using a walker with four wheels, walked a little ways across the floor. His right foot dragged a bit and it was extremely hard for him to lift his left foot to push forward, but he did it!
The PT then had him lie down on one of the cushioned tables and they went through a series of motion exercises so he could gauge where his weak points were. For the most part, he did really well, but his inner thigh muscles were extremely weak so the PT gave us a band and a small beach ball and showed him an exercise he could do to help him strengthen that area.
Kevin is still doing that particular exercise and it really has helped.
In fact, Kevin is now doing a series of exercises on a daily basis. He’s been walking regularly at home (he borrowed his late grandmother’s walker) and in addition to walking, he’s marching, walking backwards, swinging his legs out to the side, coming up on his tiptoes, squatting and even walking sideways. It’s amazing the range of motion that is necessary to perform simple tasks.
This last session, the PT had him on an exercise machine and he did leg presses for quite a while. Kevin said it felt really good to stretch his legs out the full length. The PT also had him lie down and taking his leg, he slowly pulled them to the side so he could start getting used to flexing his muscles around his new hardware. Those seem to be the most painful for Kevin – well, any exercise that stretches his pelvis is still pretty hard on him, but he’s adapting and getting stronger with each passing day. In fact, it ASTOUNDS me how fast he’s moving along. I don’t know if it’s because Kevin was in such good health before the accident, or if his young(ish) age is part of the reason, or if God is helping him push along, but it truly is a miracle that he has come so far in such a short amount of time.
We got rid of the hospital bed. Kevin is now sleeping in the regular bed and though I fought him on getting rid of it so soon, he’s WAY more comfortable and getting better rest.
Sort of.
The reason I wanted to keep the hospital bed was because it had the capability of raising his feet up so high, which really helped with his swelling. Now, we put a couch cushion under his right foot (it pains his knee too much to put the left leg on it) to try and help with swelling and though it does help some, it doesn’t help as much as the hospital bed did. A big reason is because Kevin shifts in the night and kicks the cushion off the bed.
His swelling is still a huge issue. His legs are quite large and doughy by the end of the day, mainly because he’s sitting up and the fluid pools in his feet and ankles. We’re not really sure WHY he’s swelling so bad (though Kevin told me that his feet would feel tight in his shoes at the end of the day before the accident, so I’m thinking this is somewhat normal for him), but we researched the side effects of the Coumadin he’s on and excessive swelling is one of the symptoms, so we’re thinking that’s a large reason for the swelling. He’s supposed to be on Coumadin for another four weeks, so hopefully his swelling will go away when he stops taking the blood thinner.
He’s still wearing Tubigrips. In fact, the PT gave us tighter grips for him to wear, so now he’s wearing the new, tighter grips under his older grips and that does seem to help somewhat with his swelling.
Kevin is still experiencing the burning sensation but has opted out of taking the nerve medicine that the bone doctor prescribed for him. The doctor said that the burning was actually a good sign – it means that his nerves are healing and coming back, but the burning can be quite severe and unpleasant while that happens. Kevin is not sure he trusts this new medication (after looking up the side effects), so has opted NOT to take it at this time; he’s just dealing with the burning feeling for right now. He says it gets worse when the Tubigrips come off at night, but it is getting better overall.
Kevin is standing more and more. He stands to get things out of the top file cabinet drawers (he had to use a mirror before); he stands to turn off the ceiling fans, and he stood and took a shower for the first time this morning. (He had been using his shower chair).
But the best part? He stood so I could hug him. I loved that part. 🙂
His left knee has REALLY been bothering him. He’s been experiencing sharp, stabbing pains and he’s not sure if he re-injured it with all of the walking he’s been doing or if it’s possibly sprained. He is still wearing the knee brace, but it hasn’t been very tight so we’re wondering if added weight did some damage. He’s been taking it easy for the past few days (sticking to his wheelchair as opposed to using the walker), but if it doesn’t improve in the next few days, we may be calling the bone doctor again to get it checked out.
We had forgotten, until recently, that our brother-in-law Don had gone out to the crash site the day after the accident and took pictures for us. We were going through the pictures and Kevin pointed out his skid marks, the point of impact, and where he landed.
It gave me goose bumps.
He’s pretty astounded just how far the lady was on his side of the road when the accident happened. If she hadn’t hit Kevin, she might have hit the bridge. We’re not sure, given what Kevin has pointed out, just how, or when, he hit the bridge (witnesses say that he did) and we still have no clue how he got the scrapes on the face of his helmet, perhaps we’ll never know, but it’s truly a miracle the man is alive and here with us today.
Jeanne and I went to court to see what would happen to the lady who hit Kevin. When she heard the amount of restitution we had submitted, she paled and started to panic. She even had the audacity to be surprised that the prosecuting attorney wasn’t going to simply send her (back!) to driving school and be satisfied with that sentence.
I don’t think it dawned on her, until THEN, just how serious this accident was.
She has opted to retain an attorney and her next court date is June 25th. I’m not sure I’ll attend her hearing, for reasons I can’t disclose here, but we’ll find out what happens through Case.net. We’re hoping they revoke, or suspend, her license. She may even need jail time (remember, this woman has a record of pulling similar stunts in the past) and she’s a menace on the roads. We’ll see what justice does with her.
We all met at Schlotzsky’s for Father’s Day dinner. Kevin stood up for everyone. They clapped.
He then got up on the table and danced a jig. They were astounded.
I’m kidding, of course. One of these days though, I won’t be kidding. We can’t wait for that day.
Thanks again for all the kind words, visits, cards, and prayers. This difficult journey has been a little easier because of your support.
God bless.
Hey Dad …
Teaching: Reconciling People to God
Every Sunday I provide videos and valuable links to the Truth or Tradition teachings. We’ve been following the Truth or Tradition teachings for many years now and they have truly blessed our family. We have found peace and happiness through our beliefs and we walk confidently for God. My hope, by passing on this information to you, is that what you find here, or on the Truth or Tradition website, will guide you to a better, more blessed and abundant life.
If you would like to read my views on religion and how we got started with the ministry, you can read this.
Let’s get started:
As Christians, we have been blessed with every blessing that God has in heaven (Eph. 1:3). One of those “blessings” is that we get to play a vital part in reconciling people to God, who has given us both the service and message of reconciliation.
2 Corinthians 5:18 and 19
(18) All this is from God, who reconciled us to himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation:
(19) that God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ, not counting men’s sins against them. And he has committed to us the message of reconciliation.Verse 18 makes it clear that God has given Christians the “ministry of reconciliation.” To understand that phrase more fully, it helps to know that the Greek word “ministry” is diakonia, and simply means “service.” Sometimes the English word “ministry” is so theologically and emotionally loaded that when we see that we have a “ministry,” we are not sure just what to do about it. From God’s point of view, however, both the word and the action it demands are very simple. God wants us to serve mankind. How? Well, according to verse 18, by performing the service of reconciling them to God. The need for that service is obvious, as each human being is born separated from God and in need of someone to introduce Him to them and point out their need for reconciliation with Him.
In order to perform the service of reconciliation, we need to know what to say to properly direct people to God. That is why God has given us the “message” of reconciliation. The Bible tells us how people become reconciled to God, why they need to be, and how they will benefit if they are reconciled to God. Let’s briefly take a look at these three things.
Going from being a sinner whose destiny is everlasting death to being reconciled to God is easy, but only because someone else paid for it. How easy is it to eat a meal someone else has paid for, or wear clothes someone else bought for you? Very easy. Salvation is easy too, and the following verse sets forth God’s way of salvation today:
Romans 10:9
That if you confess with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.By his sacrificial death, Jesus Christ paid the price for salvation, so all a person need do to be saved is recognize that fact by making the resurrected Christ his Lord. But why be saved and thus reconciled to God? Because each human being is born with the sin nature of Adam, and thus is bound to sin, and the wages of sin is death (Rom. 6:23). Therefore, at the Judgment, it would be righteous of God to put us all to death. However, by the grace of God, Jesus Christ died to pay the price for the sins of mankind, so if anyone wants everlasting life, he can have it by making Jesus his Lord and thus appropriating unto himself Jesus’ substitutionary death, which saves him from dying himself.
How will people benefit if they make Christ their Lord and receive everlasting life? The obvious answer to that question is that life is better than death, but there is a lot more to it. The world we live in now has been cursed (Gen. 3:17) and is controlled by the Devil (1 John 5:19). [1] As a result, it is often a very unpleasant place to live. In contrast, the Paradise coming in the future when the earth is regenerated will be a wonderful place to live. There will be no hunger, no sickness, no crime or war, and no injustice. Instead, there will be abundant food for all people; we will have healthy, energetic bodies; the air and water will be fresh, clear and clean; and people will be full of joy. [2] Anyone who misses out on that life will be sorry indeed, which is why at the Judgment, when unsaved people realize what they could have had but did not accept, they will weep and gnash their teeth (Luke 13:28).
What is the loving thing to do?
As Christians, we have the wonderful privilege of telling unsaved people about the bountiful blessings of salvation through Christ. Call it “witnessing,” call it “sharing your faith,” the point is that you open a discussion about Jesus Christ with people who do not believe in him. And we must understand that doing so is a genuine expression of godly love toward another person. Today, the Devil is doing a good job of deceiving many Christians into believing that it is not “loving” to share your faith with someone, as if that somehow invalidates what the other person believes and belittles him as a human. A well-meaning person might say, “You can’t tell a Buddhist his faith is not true. That’s not loving!” Do not be fooled by such erroneous reasoning. Helping someone have everlasting life is perhaps the most loving thing you could do for him!
It is absolutely not loving to stay quiet while people around you get closer and closer to their death and everlasting destruction. Peter understood this well, and boldly spoke to the leaders of the Jewish religion in Jerusalem. These were educated men with good reputations in the Jewish community. They were ostensibly doing well, except for the “minor” fact that they were unknowingly headed for eternal death. So Peter spoke boldly and plainly to them:
Acts 4:11 and 12
(11) [Jesus Christ of Nazareth] He is “the stone you builders rejected, which has become the capstone.”
(12) Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to men by which we must be saved.It is not recorded whether anyone in Peter’s audience believed that day, but I think it is safe to say that some people began to question whether he was right about Jesus. In any case, because of the testimony of Peter and other Christians, and the signs and miracles they did, within a short time “…a large number of priests became obedient to the faith” (Acts 6:7b). Let’s expand that translation to show what all it entailed for those priests: “large number of the priests, the leaders of the Jewish faith, abandoned their faith, which would have resulted in their everlasting death, and accepted everlasting life in Paradise, even though for many it meant giving up their ‘good job’ and ‘good reputation.’” Wow! These priests, who could have lived comfortable lives off the tithes of the Jewish people, gave up their good standing in the Jewish community because they preferred everlasting life in Paradise to a few years of fame and fortune on this earth. That’s like Moses, who thousands of years before them “…chose to be mistreated along with the people of God rather than to enjoy the pleasures of sin [in Pharaoh’s house] for a short time” (Heb. 11:25).
Through the centuries, the action of Moses and these priests has been repeated over and over again. First-century Jews converted to Christ knowing it would mean censure and perhaps even torture and death. So have Moslems, Chinese, Russians, and the list goes on and on. Why? Because nothing, nothing at all, is more valuable than everlasting life in Paradise, and that, fellow Christians, is what we have the privilege of sharing with others. Yes, if I were the Devil, I would definitely try to convince people that it is “unloving” to tell someone of another faith that he is heading for destruction. Of course, Jesus did not think so. Many people of his time were idolaters, and he was bold to tell them that only the Word of God is the truth.
Paul followed in Christ’s footsteps, and went from synagogue to synagogue proclaiming to the Jews that Jesus was the Christ (Acts 13:14ff, 14:1, 17:2, 10 and 17, 18:4, 19:8). Paul was so bold that on the Areopagus in the heart of Athens, in the very shadow of the Parthenon, with its gigantic statue of Athena and hundreds of statues of lesser gods, he told the people they should not think that God is an image made by man. Furthermore, he said that God commands all men to repent, because there is a day coming when the world will be judged by Jesus Christ, whom God raised from the dead (Acts 17:22-34). Although many of the people who heard Paul that day scoffed or doubted, there were some who believed. History tells us that those early Christians boldly proclaimed the Word in many different places, and as they did, Christianity spread.
Another thing that has hampered some people from sharing their faith is the belief that we should be in a relationship with someone before we tell him or her what we believe. The fact is that we simply do not know at what point in one’s life he will believe the Gospel message, and there is biblical precedent for sharing our faith with people we do not know, just like Jesus, Paul, Peter, and others did. There is also biblical precedent for sharing our faith with people we do know and are in a relationship with, even though that occasionally ends the relationship.
Read the rest of the article here.
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Thanks for reading.
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Reflections: My Childhood Home
From time to time, I’ll be recording thoughts and events from my childhood. These memories are prompted from the Reflections from a Mother’s Heart – Your Life Story in Your Own Words. I plan on filling this book out one of these days to pass onto my children. I’m sure I’m not the only one who finds the lives of our parents fascinating. It’s weird to think of my parents as children and it’s really fun to hear stories about their past, how they met, etc. If my children read about my past, perhaps they will understand me just a little better.
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Where was your childhood home located? Did you enjoy living there?
We lived on Johnson street. The house is still there today but looks quite different. Not only is the trim blue (it was black back then) but the huge oak tree that was in the front yard is gone and there is a white picket fence surrounding the front yard. I think that fence looks silly, personally, but hey, to each his own.
I loved that oak tree. It was HUGE. We lost quite a few limbs one year when a tornado touched down on JUST OUR STREET! It was really scary. I was spending the night at a friend’s house about a mile away. She had a basement and we all went down to their basement while the tornado sirens wailed. I was scared to death. I wasn’t worried about myself – I was scared for my family. I prayed they were safe. The next morning, when I went home, I was horrified to find several of the limbs from the big oak tree had fallen. These limbs were as big as the pipes you see construction crews placing in the ground alongside the road. They had fallen in a criss-cross pattern across the front yard until they reached the house. The limbs had pushed our front stairs completely under the house. I remember having to jump from limb to limb to reach the porch because the stairs were no longer accessible. We were lucky though, any closer and they would have come crashing through the front of the house. That was the only damage that had been done at our house, but houses all up and down Johnson had been damaged in some way. Tons of trees were down (we lived in an older part of town so the trees were mature and huge) and it was a few days before anyone could drive down our street there were so many trees down.
I also remember laying out in the sun in the front yard (there were too many trees in the back yard to get any sunlight. We had three or four walnut trees back there). I was (still am) self-conscious about my feet. I’m not sure why, they are normal feet, just long. I guess I hated the fact that I wore a bigger shoe size than most of my friends. I layed out with socks on and sunglasses. Unfortunately, I fell asleep and woke up with white feet and raccoon eyes. I had burned all around my sunglasses and literally looked like a raccoon. I was horrified. I PLEADED with my mother not to send me to school until the worst of the burn was over, but no dice. I had to go to school (I was in high school) looking like some freak with white eyes and red face. As you can imagine, I was teased endlessly. I was never so embarrassed in my life. I learned my lesson and have never layed out with socks or sunglasses since then.
I really liked our house. It was comfortable and yet roomy enough that five people could get around easily. I liked my attic room and the fact that I could escape into the cool basement when it got too hot upstairs. I liked our attic fan because not only did it keep me cool at night (sleeping next to a window I caught a great draft) but the whir of the blades often times lured me to sleep. To this day, I still enjoy falling asleep with a fan nearby. It’s just one of those sounds from childhood that comforts me. I liked the location of the house, too. It was right in the middle of a residential area and a lot of my friends lived blocks away. It was also far enough away from my middle and high schools that I wasn’t constantly tortured with the fact that I had to go to school. I remember riding my bike all over the neighborhood and spying on boys’ houses whenever I rode by. We had a church on the corner and I rode my bike around and around their parking lot, sometimes for what seemed like hours. Riding my bike was something else that soothed me. I wasn’t a particularly excitable person, but I was a teenager and I had all of the uncertainties that came with that territory – boy problems, puberty, popularity, appearances, clothes, etc. I have a lot of fond memories of the house on Johnson Street.
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