Unfortunately the sound quality is terrible ... but I adore this song.
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Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
Tuesday, 7 April 2009
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
We Remember
"Greater love has no one than to lay down his life for a friend." John 15:13
To those who gave their lives; we remember you.
From last year's Remembrance Day post:
And one more ... "Soldier Song"
To those who gave their lives; we remember you.
From last year's Remembrance Day post:
And one more ... "Soldier Song"
Monday, 21 January 2008
Things that we are very thankful for over the past couple of weeks.
1. A God-timed visit to Alison's fiddle teacher Tuesday night. After a day of Kevin having "extreme" flu-like symptoms, I shared these symptoms with Michelle Found (fiddle teacher's mom) and she said "That sounds just like the cellulitis my husband gets! Does he have a rash?" At that point, he didn't. But because of this I got up with Kevin the next morning as he left for the station at 4:00 a.m., and sure enough he had a fist-sized rash on his shin. While he went to work, I wikipedia'd cellulitis and found photographs of Kev's leg, and a symptom list that could have been Kev's from the day before (also the disconcerting words "necrotizing fasciitis" which I filed away as a "yeah, not possible"). We headed to the local hospital as soon as his morning show was over. Any further delay ...
2. The new doctor in town, who was working the ER that Wednesday morning. He studied Kev's leg for approximately 12 seconds before sprinting down the hall to the ER phone. He then spent 20 minutes on the phone with an old Prof, ER at KGH personnel, etc. and set up the Nec. Fasc. antibiotic cocktail in Picton. Kev's surgeon at KGH credits Dr. Colby's quick thinking for saving his leg. Had the antibiotics waited until the ambulance arrived in Kingston, the outcome may have been substantially different.
3. That although Kev had to sign a "consent for amputation" form prior to the emergency surgery on Wednesday, that was not the outcome and that when he came out of anaesthesia during the night Thursday morning, his leg was still there.
4. Our church family, who rocked. The financial support, so we were able to park wherever we liked, and eat meals right there, was so appreciated. And the prayer support ... well, I could literally feel it. On Wednesday evening, and into Thursday, when there were still unknowns, I could feel myself wavering on the edge of losing it completely ... and coming back down from that place. I can only attribute that to prayer.
5. Janna Cylka, who thank God had not moved yet. Each night the kids came home on a different bus to her home, where she fed them dinner if I was not home from the hospital. This is the woman who SAYS she can't cook, but I know better now ;-). The pork dish she served one night could have been served at a restaurant. Even better, she sent us home with leftovers so I didn't have to panic about lunches on my way back out to Kingston the next day.
6. Kevin's two sisters, who came and stayed overnight in Kingston (from Cambridge and Bradford) and got an extra room so the kids and I could stay overnight. This was so awesome. My two "less-comfortable-in-the-hospital kids" could have a short visit with Dad, then were able to swim with their cousins and hang out. Kim and Karen also paid for our meals while they were there. We are so grateful.
7. A wonderful woman who came and stayed at our place to watch the animals.
8. That when above-mentioned wonderful woman accidentally got my instructions confused and fed our sheep 1.5 BUCKETS of barley rather than 1.5 scoops, our sheep only had tummy aches and went off their feed for a week, rather than dying which would have been the more normal outcome.
9. The love and care we received from so many folks in so many areas of our life; family, church, community, work, friends in NJ, homeschool community, the children's teachers at school. I still owe return phone calls and e-mails.
10. The special time the kids and I had on Wednesday night at home while Kevin had his first surgery. We were scared. It was real life. We cried together, and prayed together, and saw God answer prayer together. My children's perception of Who God is and what He can do is much bigger now. Priceless.
Perhaps more to come, but Monday is starting and there is much to do :-).
2. The new doctor in town, who was working the ER that Wednesday morning. He studied Kev's leg for approximately 12 seconds before sprinting down the hall to the ER phone. He then spent 20 minutes on the phone with an old Prof, ER at KGH personnel, etc. and set up the Nec. Fasc. antibiotic cocktail in Picton. Kev's surgeon at KGH credits Dr. Colby's quick thinking for saving his leg. Had the antibiotics waited until the ambulance arrived in Kingston, the outcome may have been substantially different.
3. That although Kev had to sign a "consent for amputation" form prior to the emergency surgery on Wednesday, that was not the outcome and that when he came out of anaesthesia during the night Thursday morning, his leg was still there.
4. Our church family, who rocked. The financial support, so we were able to park wherever we liked, and eat meals right there, was so appreciated. And the prayer support ... well, I could literally feel it. On Wednesday evening, and into Thursday, when there were still unknowns, I could feel myself wavering on the edge of losing it completely ... and coming back down from that place. I can only attribute that to prayer.
5. Janna Cylka, who thank God had not moved yet. Each night the kids came home on a different bus to her home, where she fed them dinner if I was not home from the hospital. This is the woman who SAYS she can't cook, but I know better now ;-). The pork dish she served one night could have been served at a restaurant. Even better, she sent us home with leftovers so I didn't have to panic about lunches on my way back out to Kingston the next day.
6. Kevin's two sisters, who came and stayed overnight in Kingston (from Cambridge and Bradford) and got an extra room so the kids and I could stay overnight. This was so awesome. My two "less-comfortable-in-the-hospital kids" could have a short visit with Dad, then were able to swim with their cousins and hang out. Kim and Karen also paid for our meals while they were there. We are so grateful.
7. A wonderful woman who came and stayed at our place to watch the animals.
8. That when above-mentioned wonderful woman accidentally got my instructions confused and fed our sheep 1.5 BUCKETS of barley rather than 1.5 scoops, our sheep only had tummy aches and went off their feed for a week, rather than dying which would have been the more normal outcome.
9. The love and care we received from so many folks in so many areas of our life; family, church, community, work, friends in NJ, homeschool community, the children's teachers at school. I still owe return phone calls and e-mails.
10. The special time the kids and I had on Wednesday night at home while Kevin had his first surgery. We were scared. It was real life. We cried together, and prayed together, and saw God answer prayer together. My children's perception of Who God is and what He can do is much bigger now. Priceless.
Perhaps more to come, but Monday is starting and there is much to do :-).
Friday, 14 September 2007
"Where were you on September 11?"
has been the focus all week for the morning show at UCB Canada 102.3. Kevin and Dana have been interviewing people on the street, and taking in phone calls and e-mails and including them as part of a tribute. I e-mailed a blurb in, and include it here.
An apology to any of you who have tried to listen to UCB online in the last couple of weeks. Apparently it is a bandwidth issue; listenership during the morning show has gone up exponentially in the last few weeks and they don't have the bandwidth to support the numbers trying to listen. UCB is working on this at present, but it may take some time (which they have), and financial resources (which they may not yet have :) ..).
From my perspective ... as a mom of young children ...
We were homeschooling in NJ. The day was incredibly, indescribably beautiful, and we were out for phys ed doing gymnastics on the front lawn. My neighbour came over and urged me to get inside and turn the TV on.
I had already noticed a unusual lack of airflight, and within a few minutes air force planes started over head. We put the TV on, and history became the lesson for the day. My kiddoes watched it all ... we cried, and prayed for people, and gave thanks to God that Daddy's regular meeting at the World Trade Centre had been cancelled that day. (Edited to add: Kev had canceled his regular Tuesday meeting at the World Trade Center on Monday). We prayed for several church members who were were missing for the better part of 36 hours, although were accounted for later. We talked about good ... and evil, and God's place in it all. Dad came home from work (his office was right around the corner), got on the computer, and began receiving e-mail after devastating e-mail with news of friends' and clients' deaths.
Another hard part for me was hearing from other parents later. The teachers, who all knew what was happening, were not allowed to say anything in the schools. The students could hear their hushed discussions and cracking voices, and were not allowed to know what was going on. Even when parents starting arriving in tears to pick up their own children ... the ones left behind had no idea. It was a truly terrifying experience for the kids in school, and a very difficult time for their teachers who did the best they could. Later on our NJ church gifted every elementary school teacher in three counties with a bookstore gift certificate, along with a letter of thanks for the challenges they faced that day.
That day had a permanently sobering impact on me. We really never will know when it will be our time to go. So while we can, we need to "choose life"!.
An apology to any of you who have tried to listen to UCB online in the last couple of weeks. Apparently it is a bandwidth issue; listenership during the morning show has gone up exponentially in the last few weeks and they don't have the bandwidth to support the numbers trying to listen. UCB is working on this at present, but it may take some time (which they have), and financial resources (which they may not yet have :) ..).
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From my perspective ... as a mom of young children ...
We were homeschooling in NJ. The day was incredibly, indescribably beautiful, and we were out for phys ed doing gymnastics on the front lawn. My neighbour came over and urged me to get inside and turn the TV on.
I had already noticed a unusual lack of airflight, and within a few minutes air force planes started over head. We put the TV on, and history became the lesson for the day. My kiddoes watched it all ... we cried, and prayed for people, and gave thanks to God that Daddy's regular meeting at the World Trade Centre had been cancelled that day. (Edited to add: Kev had canceled his regular Tuesday meeting at the World Trade Center on Monday). We prayed for several church members who were were missing for the better part of 36 hours, although were accounted for later. We talked about good ... and evil, and God's place in it all. Dad came home from work (his office was right around the corner), got on the computer, and began receiving e-mail after devastating e-mail with news of friends' and clients' deaths.
Another hard part for me was hearing from other parents later. The teachers, who all knew what was happening, were not allowed to say anything in the schools. The students could hear their hushed discussions and cracking voices, and were not allowed to know what was going on. Even when parents starting arriving in tears to pick up their own children ... the ones left behind had no idea. It was a truly terrifying experience for the kids in school, and a very difficult time for their teachers who did the best they could. Later on our NJ church gifted every elementary school teacher in three counties with a bookstore gift certificate, along with a letter of thanks for the challenges they faced that day.
That day had a permanently sobering impact on me. We really never will know when it will be our time to go. So while we can, we need to "choose life"!.
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