Greetings to all who stop in.
Warm weather has apparently arrived. Dear Wife is complaining of the heat, which is "all the way" up into the 70's here. Now, she no longer has a thyroid gland at all, and that is the heart of the body's system for regulating body temperature, so she has a temperature tolerance of around 2° and sometimes not that. I've taken the plastic off the windows, opened them and put in screens and a few window fans (one apparently has died). They help, a lot, but bringing in 78° air has limited comfort for her, especially at night: she likes it to be cold when she's sleeping. Some wonderful people donated two of those window unit A/C units to us and it appears that I'll be installing them tomorrow or Saturday. Now, last year they shifted position a bit and leaked. Right into the sill of the window and thence down into the wall and floor, doing some real damage which I've not been in a position to fix. Didn't want to even try during a NE Ohio winter, so perhaps I'll be able to take a look now that the weather seems to have changed (although even snow at this point in the year has happened in my lifetime). We shall see.
And we got Word from the doctor office yesterday. She needs to go in for a mammogram. Breast cancer somewhat runs in the family, her aunt had three bouts of it before it killed her, and they want annual mammograms now. And results came back from the latest series of labs. Her kidney function (note the singular, she only has one) is down in the 60% range. Not good, and the nasty kidney infection she had around the first of the year didn't help that. ALL her electrolytes are way out of kilter. So is her parathyroid hormone, which is not too unexpected as they took most of her parathyroids when they removed her thyroid.
Every day is a challenge of some sort.
So they're trying to set her up with an endocrinologist. Gives us a little time to squirrel away the visit's co-pay. She's not seen an endocrinologist since the one she was seeing 3 years ago decamped for greener pastures. So again, we shall see.
She's troubled as it is. The event known as Mother's Day is fast approaching. Neither of our daughters will even speak to us or answer if we call. E-mails and even surface mailings are ignored. Not quite the stuff of a Hallmark Channel episode, and it weighs upon us both, but particularly upon her. I know what she endured for them all during their growing-up years, and now we are unfit for communications or something. Makes it hard, and she doesn't need that right now.
Song of the day: The Majesty and Glory of Your Name
Another rendition is here.
I could sing that all day. And probably should, actually.
I was at a Bible study last night where one of the texts referenced is Psalm 8, which is the basis for this. This piece, this arrangement has an enormous amount of meaning for me personally and for many others as well. For a number of years, in several states as well, I was privileged to be part of the choral music ministry, and this piece, brought us by Tom Fettke, was ALWAYS profoundly moving to the choir members and the members of the congregation. I can rarely get through even listening to it without tearing up. And the background text is worth frequent meditation. Frequent. I have relatively little problem believing that the Lord Almighty can and has created all of this, and us as well. I can believe that. What I have problems with is understanding why He bothered. He certainly gets nothing out of it.
Meditating upon the Lord Himself, not just what He can do or has done or has promised, but fully focused on Him and His nature, is something we too rarely do. I am as guilty of that as is anyone, and works like this bring me back to Him.
And it also reminds me of another favorite verse from the Psalms, Psalm 27:4
This is what we want. To spend eternity in His presence and to enjoy Him forever.
Our reading this day from the Old Testament is chapters 19 and 20 of 2nd Samuel. More of the echoes and aftershocks of the rebellion of David's own son, Absalom, now dead. But lots of damage has been done, and it won't be easily repaired. If at all.
II Samuel 20
Our reading in the New Testament is verses 20-38 of chapter 21 in the Gospel of Luke.