As I wrote last night’s blog entry, Annie was sound asleep on the couch behind me, hooked up to the drip. I was not sure how long the sleep would last, but determined not to disturb her. I was really surprised that she went to bed without being sick. Continue reading
When I was at university I remember something one of my business psychology professors said with regards to prioritising our needs:
“Nobody worries about sharks when they’re drowning in the ocean.”
In our loft upstairs, we have a huge box of almost every email, letter and card that Annie and I ever sent to one another before we were married and I am fairly sure, if I rummaged long enough I would find one particular email.
A few photos of our recent weekend. Continue reading
Two guys walk into a garden centre to buy a Christmas tree. The guy in the shop says: “This one?” to which the two guys respond: “Yup!” 15 minutes later the tree is in the car and they’re on their way home.
While we are on this earth, and before we die, we can never say a final farewell to sickness. Within the community of God’s people there is probably a wide spectrum of views on the subject of healing – and Annie and I have encountered a number of those views in recent weeks and months – but no matter where you are on that spectrum, the plain and simple fact is, we all get sick from time to time. Sickness is par for the course this side of the grave. Continue reading
In some ways, the last seven days have not been as eventful as Annie and I had hoped that they would be. There were a number of things that Annie would loved to have done while Anna was staying with us, but she was simply too weak and too sick for most of them. But you know something, in spite of that, we had a wonderful time with Anna and all three of us were really sad to say goodbye to one another as Anna flew back to Czech Republic yesterday morning. Continue reading
At Annie’s request, last night, while she experienced a small lull in the nausea, Josh, Anna, Doug and I went upstairs to sing to her. Here’s a little video of Josh and I performing a song that he has written.
I hate being sick. Let’s not be euphemistic about it: I mean, I hate throwing up. Seems like a needless thing to say; I mean, nobody enjoys it. But I think I have a heightened loathing of it. Continue reading
Okay, so this post will have to be a twofer because of the way the last couple of days have been. Continue reading
Broken Chariots 