Today, this morning, actually, I took off my CZ studs that I have been wearing for months and found that either they were completley made of a metal other than silver or steele, or there was only a thin coating and me and my acid skin ate it away, leaving my ear lobes exposed to it. Surrounding the holes in my ears is a quarter inch radius of angry, inflamed, scaly, skin.
I have EAR LEPROSY!!!!
So first it was the styes, in my left eye, so that it was a swollen, irritated, puffy mass. Now it has moved onto my ears...
I imagine within the next few months my mouth will errupt into cold sores....
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.
This chain of events makes me wonder, you know...
Meanwhile...
I have EAR LEPROSY!
YUCK!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Favor...
Today I got a phone call from a friend.
"This is an odd request, but remember our friends, we told you about, that had the little girl with a brain tumor? She died this week. Today is the funeral but we need someone to stay at the house in case people come by..."
How could I say no? Why would I?
I did not know this little girl, only four, who lost her life this week. I did not know her parents or her baby sister. I had prayed for her since I knew of her back in October of last year.
Today I sat in her house, her living room, surrounded by her toys and pictures, flowers and cards, playing with her dog, for three hours.
She was a happy child. That was clear. As that her parents loved her very much. A draft of the eulogy the parents wrote was lying on the table and I read it.
When I spoke to my mom on the phone, she was stricken, "What can you say about a four year old in a eulogy? They haven't lived yet..."
So I told her what it said and she cried with me. This child had lived. She had taught, she made a place such that her absence will be felt...
I sat in this house, surrounded by the vestiges of her life and I felt cheated that I had only known of her... not actually known her.
My friends called and thanked me profusely, promising a dinner or favor and gratitude. I said if my presence in the house of strangers could grant them some small comfort or absence of worry as they let their child go back to God I needed nor wanted no "payment."
Just the remnant of spirit that I shared in that house was a gift enough.
Heaven is brighter for our loss, I have no doubt. I can't imagine the pain of the people who had held her in their arms, for all the comfort that knowing that brings.
Tonight my prayers are for them.
"This is an odd request, but remember our friends, we told you about, that had the little girl with a brain tumor? She died this week. Today is the funeral but we need someone to stay at the house in case people come by..."
How could I say no? Why would I?
I did not know this little girl, only four, who lost her life this week. I did not know her parents or her baby sister. I had prayed for her since I knew of her back in October of last year.
Today I sat in her house, her living room, surrounded by her toys and pictures, flowers and cards, playing with her dog, for three hours.
She was a happy child. That was clear. As that her parents loved her very much. A draft of the eulogy the parents wrote was lying on the table and I read it.
When I spoke to my mom on the phone, she was stricken, "What can you say about a four year old in a eulogy? They haven't lived yet..."
So I told her what it said and she cried with me. This child had lived. She had taught, she made a place such that her absence will be felt...
I sat in this house, surrounded by the vestiges of her life and I felt cheated that I had only known of her... not actually known her.
My friends called and thanked me profusely, promising a dinner or favor and gratitude. I said if my presence in the house of strangers could grant them some small comfort or absence of worry as they let their child go back to God I needed nor wanted no "payment."
Just the remnant of spirit that I shared in that house was a gift enough.
Heaven is brighter for our loss, I have no doubt. I can't imagine the pain of the people who had held her in their arms, for all the comfort that knowing that brings.
Tonight my prayers are for them.
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