Happy Saturday to all. I note that we are now in the double digits on the date, which means we are approaching the midway point of the month of February. I don't like the months with the long names, and don't like the ones whose names end either in -ber or in -ary. February is the last of them until September (giving August a pass for the nonce). And we are predicted to see a high of 48°. Beats the tar out of the other Februaries that I recall with long stretches of sub-zero temps. 48° is not warm, but it is not sub-zero either. I note too that the astronomers tell us that the "day" part of the 24 hour span will be 10 hours 56 minutes, we're picking up nearly 2 minutes every day. In about 5 weeks, we'll cross the 12/12 mark. A very good thing.
Yesterday was a very long day, but productive and, perhaps, positive. I got very VERY little sleep Thursday night, and was back up around 04:30 or thereabouts, off to pick up Dear Wife after her 2nd round of "sleep studies". Which went well for her, it seems she has developed a pretty nasty grade of sleep apnea, they had her fixed up with one of those masks and a CPAP machine. Best she'd slept in quite a while, and didn't have to make a bathroom run or runs in the middle of the night. Seems she has a tendency to stop breathing, which leads to some cascade effects What happens now I am not certain, but we shall see. Then back home, eat a couple biscuits, she showered off the "goo" from the electrodes, changed, and we made another 40-mile round trip to see the Primary Care doctor. He pronounced her kidney infection cleared, freeing her to restart the Humira.
So we headed back home, stopped at a local market (spending the money I'd allocated for the new outlet), and came home. Made some lunch, took all our meds (mine as well) that are supposed to be taken first thing in the morning, then her Humira shot. And we both went down for a much-needed nap. She normally has to go down for an hour or two in the afternoon anyway. I rarely do, but having had very little sleep for the week, an hour was needed and taken.
Today will likely be the day that we begin to see some effect of the Humira. With the 5 or 6 week break in that routine as a result of the dangerous infections (and, trust me, they were quite dangerous), it may take a second round next week to really hit, but we shall be hopeful and see.
So today I may be able to catch up on some things. I'm behind on just about everything, and sitting cooped up in this small place, with heavy drapes over all the windows to block cold winter drafts, means it's like being in a crypt. One should not, of course let his circumstances rule his attitude, but yes it happens. Gray skies and cold outside, dark and not a great deal warmer inside.
But I can't shake the belief that this is all part of a larger plan, that bit by bit, our trials are not pointless but are leading us somewhere. That somehow, at some point, we can look back and say , "Oh! Now I see!" That the experiences change us in some ways that could have been achieved in no other way, that they throw us into contact with those we would never encounter otherwise, and perhaps for other reasons as well. That belief, that faith, does not make the issues any more pleasant, believe me. But they fend off the temptation to despair.
We can believe this, because we have experienced it in the past. Yes, the Lord truly does bring victory out of loss, and joy out of sorrow. He's been doing it for quite some time now. If His eye can be on the sparrow, it can be on us as well. And it is. A good song for the day, by the way. Do you believe that? I do. And as the linked song segues into, "I Need The EVERY Hour". Yes I do.
The Old Testament reading for the day is chapter 13 of Leviticus.
This is one that I for one struggle with. This reading, this entire reading, is on the subject of leprosy. I have long been told that it's now to be called "Hansen's Disease". OK, I guess. When we lived towards the Southwest part of the U.S., we were warned that armadillos are know to carry it. Since I never once saw a LIVE armadillo (lots and lots of dead ones though), it didn't seem to be an issue. So it made little sense to me, but I grew up thinking that all diseases could be cured or at least medical science would be the savior. (That was before AIDS, HIV, ebola, and before cancer was publicly mentioned). But perhaps there was more to the matter. There is some learned discussion on the matter, I found a good one here.
Our New Testament reading is verses 20-54 of Matthew chapter 26.
This gets heavy right away. We begin with the Last Supper, and conclude with Jesus seized by the armed minions of the religious authorities and betrayed by one of the Twelve, one who had just celebrated the Last Supper / Passover meal.