The Dread Pirate Flubug

It's O-fficial. Flubug has made a most unwelcome visit to our household. It may be better than I think, though. As the Doctor was confirming that, yes, what the Fifteen year old has is indeed "the FLU" he also informed me that It would make it's way through the rest of the household in short order. EXCEPT THAT! We have all already been sick. Granted, it hasn't been on the scale of the Fifteen year old's bedridden ordeal but the symptoms are quite familiar. So I hold out hope.......

Here is my theory. The Three year old started it the week after Christmas, gave it to the Hubby, who gave it to the Girl who gave it to me, who gave it to the Fifteen year old. In addition, I believe that the dreaded virus gathered strength as it moved through the family till it landed on the most sleep deprived physically vulnerable member of the family and did it's worst. Unfortunately the seventeen year old has yet to display the exact same symptoms as the rest of us, but he has been fighting a persistent but low grade cough for the last few weeks so I'm standing by my theory.

I'll know either way in a couple of days because I was coughed right in the face and have been playing nurse/mom for the last four days.

As you wish Dread Flubug.

Harmonic convergence

It's the little things really.

I just realized, as I sat watching the Heroes episode that I taped, that Dr. Who is playing one of the Heroes! Christopher Eccleston is playing Claude the "invisible man" hero. I wonder if the name Claude is an homage to Claude Rains, the original Invisible Man. I'll bet it is.

I didn't recognize Mr. Eccleston at first. It was his voice that gave him away.

I love that show.

If it weren't for the people...

Frustration. Is it my purpose in life to discover and appreciate what all these other people are for? What am I supposed to think? Emergent Church? Health and Prosperity gospel? King James Only? No instrumental music? Earth is only 10,000 years old? Global warming? Tongues? Healing? Immersion only Baptism? Mary? Works? Grace? All of these, and more, in one form or another I have had to work through, around, over and under to get to what I think I believe about God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, the Bible and eternal Life.

I thought it was supposed to be simple.

I know we are supposed to work out our own salvation with fear and trembling. I know why. All the know-it-alls and naysayers make me fear and tremble.

I come up against this time and time again. I think I have a grasp on my own beliefs then I am made to feel like I'm either lacking or adding to, and therefore, unworthy. It's like trying to hold on to one of those plastic gel filled tube toys they sell at all the amusement parks. The firmer my grasp the faster it slips from my fist. And yet the naysayers all seem so rock solid in their beliefs.

I know the answer, I do. Keep my eyes on the prize and like the Bereans figure it out for myself. Then what do I need with all these people and their aggravation? I'm seriously asking.

Thanks Oprah

The other night I was laying in bed sick at 9:00 P.M. My 15 year old was next to me doing his homework. I was watching Oprah. She was interviewing the family of the 15 year old young man who'd been missing for four years. I looked over at my 15 year old and imagined what it would be like if I hadn't seen him for four years. I started crying because I just couldn't imagine it. I'm not that tearful a person but that one really got to me so I took advantage of the moment. I tried to appreciate his 15 year oldness and the fact that he was there next to me so casually doing his homework. I know I take my kids for granted. I know I don't fully appreciate the miracles that I've been entrusted with. BUT. I am grateful that our life is such that I am able to take them for granted. I'll just try not to do it so often.