Another Friday has come upon us. More snow as well. The Friday is welcome, the snow, not so much. Doesn't seem that I have a vote in the matter. Do you? And this is one of those "lake effect" events that are chronic in the region. For the information of our friends in more comfortable climates, that's a term the weather people invented. It means that arctic cold winds come down from Alberta (Canada) in a southeasterly direction, crossing the Great Lakes, that great inland sea. They pick up moisture from those lakes, then continue across into the States, and when they make landfall, they dump that accumulation in the form of snow. Right on our heads: we're in the main glide path. The word "blizzard" gets to be over-used, these events probably don't normally make the cut, but the snowfall totals can be quite impressive. One of those things we'd been mercifully spared when living in the South. Now .... . we "get" to experience them.
Wife is still recovering from her infusion and her infection(s). Slept about 20 hours in the Wednesday afternoon-Thursday mid-morning zone. A short nap in the 10:30-12:00 zone. And back to bed around 3:30 p.m. until around 10:30 last night. Up and ate a bite, then back to sleep until around 07:00. In the recliner now, under blankets and with a cat on her lap.
One landmark: she completed her latest (10-days) of antibiotics last night. We shall see how things go now. I truly suspect that if an infection of any kind reappears in the next month, she'll be hospitalized. We really expected it this last time, but doc decided against it. So we shall see.
Today, she is suffering from one of her horrid migraines. Not "just" the extreme pain, but all of the other phenomena, the smells, sounds, flashing lights, the whole "aura" gamut. She gets these from time to time. I just gave her a couple of those "intense headache" pills, and a vasodilator from some old stock we had on hand.
And today is another day. We hope it will be a quiet one.
The "song of the day" isn't just a song. Yes, it is a song. And a good one. But this rendition was part of an on-stage testimony by someone who has been on the music scene a while, and told something of her journey and trials. We all have had some, are having some. Telling others how we made it through is part of our assignment. We, at least I, don't make it on our own wisdom, strength, virtue, or anything else. He is the one. She had a stage to proclaim the Lord, and used it.
"I Can Only Imagine" is the song. Wynona revealed some things that I didn't know about her, telling how she's made it through and is finding her role.
Today, Numbers 30 and 31.
Remember the Midianites? Now there will be some settling of old accounts. Some of my pacifist friends are quite uncomfortable with this, as they are with all of the warfare in Scripture that is ordained by the Lord. I've often heard them say "the God I worship would never approve of this". Sometimes that gets changed to "well, that was then, but He's different now". It's a tough subject.
From the New Testament, verses 30-50 of Mark chapter 9