Monday, March 23, 2015

5 Reasons Not to Depend on the Law

Has the law ever worked for you? Do you feel protected by it? I'm not talking about your local authorities but rather the written law of the land. Our family has little experience with law and less with lawyers. The lawyers I do know seem to be beaten by the very laws that should protect their clients, that is, if their clients are good, innocent and should win their cases without objection. Lawyers that fight to protect guilty criminals seem to have the law on their side. In my mind, innocent until proven guilty has gotten us into a bind. Let me explain.

A personal conversation with a lawyer this week made me end the exchange with "We won't be trusting Bill. We will continue to trust God!" Bill replied with "I'm a religious man. I can't compete with God." Then, he quoted a Bible verse. Should that make me feel better? I meant what I said and after I cooled off a tad, God showed me the following about man's law (our court system) as compared to His law (The Ten Commandments). 
  • Can we do good, follow the law and get by? Yes, in the land we live in. No, only Jesus can give eternal life.
  • Are we innocent until proven guilty? Yes, in the land we live in the burden of proof is on the law. No, we are guilty just being part of the human race. 
  • Will we receive free representation? Yes, a court-appointed lawyer is free of charge. Yes, Jesus will represent all who have accepted him.
  • Will we get a bad judge? Maybe, you may draw short straw and get a bad judge in a United States courtroom. No, God will judge everyone justly the same.
  • Will the law change? Yes, laws are written and changed daily in our land. No, the Bible will never change.
Matthew 5:17 says "Think not that I (Jesus) come to destroy the law, or the prophets: I am not come to destroy but to fulfill." Does someone in your life repeat "You can't do wrong and get by" like my mom did to me? It rings in my ears. I'm here to tell you "You can't do right and get by either!" Please don't try to represent yourself with the "good" you've done by following the law. Please let Jesus do your talking.

Represented by Christ,
The Happy Handicap

Friday, March 20, 2015

We Had Our Own Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

We anxiously expected a normal Monday. The rota virus ravaged our family last week. Please, Lord, we want a normal Monday! We had our own terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day! My beautiful daughter Sloane left for work around 8 am. When I say beautiful, I don't mean to brag..well maybe just a bit but I'll let you decide for yourself. This is a picture of her just two days before our very bad day.
I started my Monday with a much needed chiropractor appointment. I drop my granddaughter by my mom's house and head to the chiropractor about 30 minutes away. I've got my cell phone in AT&T drive mode. Please don't text and drive! I'm feeling good all over about finally getting an adjustment I'd missed for the last three weeks. I put my car in park, open the door to step out and my phone rings. Sloane with a panic in her voice I recognized "I'M IN PAIN!". What? I screeched. (My family says that's my normal response to everything.) "I've got to go to the hospital!" My motherly instinct and experience knew the source of her agony, renal calculi. KIDNEY STONE!. I ran into the chiropractic office, dismissed myself and drove to pick her up to take her to the hospital.                                                                                 

Ignoring her mother's very sound advice before I reached her, she started toward me.! She stopped on the side of the road to hurl due to the pain about 10 minutes from home. A nice man, I wished I'd gotten his name, stopped to stay with her until I got there offering to take her to the hospital. No, no, no. Stay where you are. Kidney stones are painful but not deadly. I picked her up and the guy told me that he had a kidney stone once and he went over to MedNow and they gave him a shot and he ain't had one since and it's been years ago. Well, nice angel man, I only wish it were that simple. And by the way, Thanks! if we didn't say it in the midst of our terrible, horrible, no good, very day.

I sped Sloane to our family doctor whom I had called to make sure had narcotic shots in his office before we stopped there. If you've ever had a kidney stone you know half-seconds seem like half-years! The nice staff took her back immediately. The doctor came in to check her within 10 minutes while Sloane rocked back and forth on her feet bent over the exam table saying "Why can't they hurry?" Hands down, it was the fastest doctor visit I've ever experienced in 51 years! Ten minutes gave her time to fill their trashcan with half-digested orange Cheetos juice from an unhealthy breakfast earlier in the day.They gave her 3 shots, two for pain and one for nausea. I couldn't help but document this experience. This is Sloane after her meds kicked in!

I don't know why her eyes get buggy when she's takes pain meds but just look at them. I finally got her to sit down before she feel and broke a bone. She said "If I do break something I won't feel it!" Everything that came out of her mouth was hilarious. Sloane is a very reserved, non-comical individual which made her comments even funnier. 

She was feeling "right" starting to recall how her painful episode started. She kept saying "You just never know. You just NEVER know!" She asked me "Have your ears ever gotten so hot they were cold?" I said "No, I've never had that happen." She went on with slurred speech "Mine did! My ears got so hot when that terrible pain started that they got cold. Then...I started sweatin'. I knew it wuttin' good! My ears gettin' hot and then cold." The next line out of her mouth had me telling the nurse and the office staff what she said.

Almost in dreamland with her eyes closed, small grin and pulling on her ear, she said "My ears tell me everything I need to know." I wish she was as confident and carefree every day as she was after those sweet meds. 

The doctor got an emergency CT scan approved. I guided her to the car, put her feet in and headed toward the hospital x-ray facility. She praised God for creating medicine and helpful doctors all the way there!  The picture on the left is how she waited on the x-ray technician. Sloane would never ever lie down on a couch in a waiting room! 3mm distal kidney stone meaning it's small and low. She should pass it soon. As a mom, I'm so thankful for a doctor that will work you in as an emergency and help your child immediately! She rested comfortably tucked in at home for the next several hours. Oddly, my last kidney stone was on a Monday. Read my hilarious experience I titled Pande-"Monday"-ium of. Laughter here.

Sloane and I are Pampered Chef consultants. I knew Sloane had a show later on this day. Of course, I pitched in to help except I haven't mentioned that I lost my voice during Sloane's pain episode. I cannot handle stress of any kind. I started the day with my normal voice and ended the day unable to speak above a whisper! What else can happen on our terrible, horrible no good, very bad day? I selected our tools for the show, packed them and went to freshen up a bit. Sloane and I heard a loud crashing noise. "What was that?" she said. I walked back into the kitchen to find my beautiful new cranberry shallow baker I won by reaching a sales goal laying in the floor with a big chunk knocked out of it. Check out the pic! :( A shallow baker can be replaced. No harm, no foul except I cut my finger cleaning up the pieces. The show went well!
The Happy Handicap 

p.s. Please leave me a comment about a bad day you've had!

Thursday, March 12, 2015

5 Lessons from the Tortoise

tortoise and hare

Are you a fast walker? I'm not! I'm certainly not a runner either. As I was walking to the Duke Clinic where my husband waited for me, my mind drifted back to our younger years. I heard him jokingly say to me "You'll be in a wheelchair before you're 50!", deeming my feet and leg impairments would put me there. I would always say in a stern yet determined way "No, no I won't!" Steve was always a hurried individual, anxious and NEVER late. I say he's early, not on-time, arriving at least 15 minutes before an appointment. Then, my laid back somewhat lackadaisical mannerisms drive him crazy. In my mind, I'm "on-time" if I arrive 5-10 minutes after my scheduled appointment times. He used to be an early riser. I'm still a late morning sleeper.

This day, I dropped him off at the door of the Duke Clinic to save him steps and oxygen then I walked from the parking garage to meet him. It's quite a little hike, maybe 350 yards. I moved my car three times to get a better parking space close to the entrance. During my hike, I thought about the Tortoise from Aesop's fables. For the first time in my life, I felt overwhelmed with joy to be like the Tortoise. Five lessons the very short story gives us from the Tortoise are:

1. Maintain your God-given pace
2. Challenge yourself and others against all odds
3. Believe you can
4. Work with what you've got
5. Never, ever stop until you reach the finish line

I'm guessing Tortoise may have based his life on I Corinthians 15:58 that says "Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord." or in turtle words...Slow and Steady wins the race!

Pacing myself,
The Happy Handicap

Are you a tortoise or the hare? Leave me a comment and tell me why...