I would have to say that in the past ‘blogging for Shari’ was a type of release. It was a reflection on what was going on in her life; a pondering; journaling; sharing. It still is, but this is perhaps why I haven’t written in a while. Such trials… I just didn’t want to ponder it another moment.
Ok, now I’ve been looking at some photo’s to see what to put on this blog and now I’m laughing!! David, these are just for you! I’m not even going to say anything about them but I know you are going to crack up…words aren’t necessary.


Now below are a couple pictures of the girls playing in the snow before the sledding, sprained knee accident. Hope is freezing and fussing everytime the boys are throwing snowballs. The little girls didn’t last long and didn’t go out again at all. Too cold for usns. And if you can’t read that word you ain’t no Texan.

Now here comes another photo of what happens after lunch. Danielle and Isaac go sledding…I’ve posted Isaac before. They really did have a good time. Danielle just didn’t know how to run straight legged into a fence. Actually this photo she’s in the back. I believe the next ride down she was in the front and just couldn’t think fast enough to pull her knees in before kaphwumping. (That’s not Texan, just Shari language) Danielle will have to forgive me for posting this picture but…does she look like she’s having fun to you? LOL It totally reminds me of the picture I have of us (Danielle and I) together on a log ride in California when she was 5 yrs. old. As we came over the hill and were about to plunge down, down, down into the water, her face looked about like this! I have had many minutes of laughing! (I mean really…look at the seasoned Marylander on the front actually smiling and POSING for the photo)

Next, we have the next 9 days looking like this with bags of frozen broccoli on her knee.

Tomorrow will be day 11 and she is now out of her brace. Still using crutches but she is bearing weight on it and trying to work those muscles. She’s doing well and I believe is no longer taking Ibuprofen for pain. Thank you Lord for healing! What a blessing this young lady is to our family…even during her time on her bum she still helps me by reading stories and helping with school lessons. I appreciate her so much!
Now….before this leg incident, we had/have been dealing with a new type of living with Hope’s daily shots and tri-weekly blood draws. Around 5-6pm I give her Zofran which keeps her from getting sick to her stomach from the MiaCalcin injection…she gets that about an hour later. After I was my hands this is my prep work…

We have just recently come to find out that if we give her a popcicle right after the injection she stops crying a lot faster….so this is now part of the program.

I’ve been keeping her used needles in this plastic case so as to dispose of them properly but am acquiring a strange affection for this jar. I may be keeping it a while.

So, we are plugging along and then Isaac and Trinity get sick. Isaac starts running 103 degree fever, Trinity tagging behind at about 102, headaches, body aches, coughing, runny nose, stopped up nose, sneezing. Oh, WAIT a minute! Did we NOT get the Flu Mist back in Nov. like good little girls and boys? YES, we did. (I doubt we’ll do that again) Do you know how MANY strands of flu viruses there are? Well, I don’t either, but there are too many.
Then Hope gets it too. Fortunately, Danielle and I have not caught it but…lo and behold who gets a good dose of it on Tuesday night? Yes, Darrel. 3 AM he is shaking in bed with chills and body aches saying he’s cold and needs another blanket! ha I had pulled the covers OFF me. He’s having cold chills, I’m having hot flashes. So, daddy has to miss yet another day of school with 101.5 fever. Praise the Lord his fever only lasted 24 hours and was able to go back to class today. God is so faithful and kind!
I could write a whole lot more about all this…but let me get to the really good stuff…oh, and I have great pictures of the kids having fun now that they are feeling better, but those will have to wait.
Yesterday while we were all sitting in the livingroom I pulled out “A Gospel Primer” for Christians: Learning to See the Glories of God’s Love. Fantastic resource!!! I had just been upstairs repenting to Darrel for being judgemental, unkind, and self-righteous so I was pretty tender. I opened up the book to read a snippet of some sort to the kids (all of it is so good) and just ‘happened’ upon this. Let me just say that I couldn’t read it all. I was weeping through most of it and Isaac, Trinity and Hope both came and literally laid on top of me and held me. I was repenting to them for not showing gratfulness, kindness, patience and many other things during these trying times. God is so faithful to show me my sin and I’m ever indebted and thankful to Him. The last 2 days have been days of joy in the midst of whatever we’re facing. Here is what we read as a family:
THANKFULNESS ENRICHED BY RELIEF
The more absorbed I am in the gospel, the more grateful I become in the midst of my circumstances, whatever they may be.
Viewing life’s blessings as water in a drinking cup, I know that I could discontentedly focus on the half of the cup that seems empty, or I could gratefully focus on the half that is full. Certainly, the latter approach is the better of the two, yet the gospel cultivates within me a richer gratitude than this.
The gospel reminds me first that what I actually deserve from God is a full cup churning with the torments of His wrath. (Rev. 14:10, Ps. 75:8) This is the cup that would be mine to drink if I were given what I deserve each day. With this understanding in mind, I see that to be handed a completely empty cup from God would be cause enough for infinite gratitude. If there were merely the tiniest drop of blessing contained in that otherwise empty cup, I should be blown away by the unbelievable kindness of God toward me. That God, in fact, has given me a cup (Ps. 116:12-13, Ps 23:5) that is full of “every spiritual blessing in Christ” (Eph. 1:3) and this without the slightest admixutre of wrath, leaves me truly dumbfounded with inexpressible joy. As for my specific earthly circumstances of plenty or want, I can see them always as infinite improvements on the hell I deserve.
When I look at any circumstance that god apportions me, I am first grateful for the wrath I am not receiving in that moment (The empty part of the cup never looked so good!). Second, I am grateful for the blessings that are given to me instead of His wrath. (Life’s blessings, however small, always appear exceedingly precious when viewed against the backdrop of the wrath I deserve.) This two-layered gratitude disposes my heart to give thanks in all things ( 1 Thess 5:18) and it also lends a certain intensity to my giving of thanks. Such a gospel-generated gratitude glorifies God, contributes to peace of mind, (Phil 4) and keeps my foot from the path of foolishness and ruin. (Rom. 1:21-22, 28-29)