Next to last Sunday in February. Two weeks hence, Lord willing, we will be in March, with Daylight Savings Time beginning 12 March, St. Patrick's Day on 17 March, and the Vernal Equinox on 20 March. We're not there yet, but getting closer. Warmer weather than January is already upon us, temporarily at least. We'll take it.
Yesterday started pretty rough, and I really thought we'd be heading of to the Emergency Room at some point. May still happen, of course. Wife's been known to come down with pneumonia three times a year, and so we're always watchful. She was scheduled to take her weekly Humira shot Friday, but with the fever and asthma and upper respiratory junk, we chose to defer. She sat in the shower for a while, twice in fact. The steam seemed to be a big help, and I had a kettle of water on the stove all day long, with a vaporizer in the bedroom going all night long. Which seems to help, both of us in fact. She also underwent a couple of those "breathing treatments", which keep a person from getting much sleep. Fortunately, she took about a four-hour nap in the afternoon, which helped. Helped a LOT in fact.
And, yes, I've had a touch, well, a body slam, from the "crud" myself. I don't get sick often (thank You Lord!), worked that last job in Alabama for 5-1/2 years and never called off sick even once. Couple times I probably should have, but the tales of stubborn square-headed Deutschmen have more than a bit of truth to them. So I'm not 100% myself, but "good enough" to keep going.
Was well enough to do four loads of laundry yesterday (yes, I do it ALL) and dishes by hand (ditto), and take care of her needs.
She felt good enough in the early evening to cut my hair, which was Long Overdue. I haven't been to a real (meaning you pay) barber since mid-2003. And not that often in the 14 years before then. So I look a little less like Jeremiah Johnson or a homeless serial killer. A little less.
But upon waking this morning told me, "I think you'll need to take me to hospital after you get home from church". I have her in recliner with blankets upon her, a cat in her lap, some meds at her side.
The day-to-day issues of the last few days have taken a lot more of my energy and attention than I like to admit. I had some things that had been planned, but at this rate it will be another week. Wife is "watching" the Little One on Monday and Tuesday ALL DAY (niece is working 7 a.m. to 6 p.m. and her husband about the same). Wednesday she's scheduled for the infusion to deal, hopefully, with some of the chronic osteoporosis that is part of her life. That will be followed by several more days of near immobility based upon past experience and the doctor's warning/instructions. We shall see.
So my apologies, and likewise for the length of this apology. God is good, all the time, even when the circumstances aren't, but sometimes those circumstances simply eat up all your time, attention, and energy. Shouldn't, but do. Apologies.
The day's reading in the Old Testament is chapters 1 and 2 in the book of Numbers.
I think that all of us, from time to time, wonder if our lives are so insignificant and meaningless that the Lord has forgotten us, or just swept us into some "other" category. I know that I have, often, recently too.
But that's not correct. Not only does the Lord know my name, He's numbered (not just "counted") the hairs on my head. Yours too. The things we go through, our challenges and struggles, our pain and our sin, all are known to Him and, in fact, were known a million years ago. Why He chose us, or chose anyone, is one of those mysteries. We have to take it on faith.
And here before us, and in much of Numbers, is some confirmation of that. Lots of people, lots of strange-sounding names in a far-off place long ago. Not "relevant", as some like to use that term? Not at all! The conduct of those people has affected the world in which we live. As we, every one of us, is called to shine His light around this dark and dying world, and affect that world and the people in it, as He directs.
Now, be a bit careful here. I would not recommend that anyone name their newborn son with a name like Zerushaddai. But let your conscience be your guide, ok??
Yes, "He Knows My Name" is correct.
Our portion from the New Testament is verses 1-21 in the 3rd chapter in the Gospel of Mark.
The naming of the Twelve.