So we hit the road this morning for Mr. Daddy’s biopsy appointment.
The entire procedure went perfectly…
and now we wait.
Which is all kinds of sucky because I’m just not good at that.
But truly, what says “Get Well Soon” better than this?
The Cabela’s Shooting Gallery!!!!
I’m pretty sure this was all kinds of against the rules. But no one ordered Itty Bit off the counter, so he fired merrily away.
Then we headed home and I received a rather awkward text message from my Dad concerning Mr. Daddy’s recovery.
Seriously, I can’t make this stuff up.
Let’s just say that when the dust settled (and my hysterical rapid-fire interrogation of my husband was complete), there were a couple of earlier text messages from MR. DADDY’s phone that filled in the blanks…
I don’t know whether I was born into the weirdness or married into it.
And as a lovely finale, my funnier-than-heck Dad sent me this after my threat of publicity:
See what I mean when I say that blog posts just HAPPEN to me?
And you knew it was coming :)
We are a few votes behind in the Tiny Prints contest – the one where we are trying to win $1000 for the Morning Star Foundation. The grand prize winner has to receive the highest total of all the categories. We need something like 350 votes to catch up.
I know this isn’t impossible. I know the greater blessing is that people are learning of these babies and praying for them. Thank you to those of you who have voted, have spread the word, have prayed for them.
Can we do something for them from halfway around the world???
As I sat here trying to figure out how I could ask, beg, plead with you again to vote every day – without annoying you with it… I picked up my Bible and read:
“…because I rescued the poor who cried for help,
and the fatherless who had none to assist him.
…I was eyes to the blind, and feet to the lame.
I was a father to the needy; I took up the case of the stranger.”
If there is not a greater gift to give this Christmas, than to be the eyes and feet of Jesus to those who need most; I don’t know what is.
My heart breaks with the latest update on this beautiful girl. Esther seems to be going into the early stages of heart failure.
Friends, I’ve watched what this can do to a one-day old precious girl. As I cried anew with my sister tonight over her Gracie, it makes me want to fight even harder for these babies who don’t have the automatic access to medical care that we so often do.
Those 350 votes sound like a lot. And they are. But we have more of you listed in that Google Friend Connect box in the sidebar… if you are reading, please consider voting. I would be so grateful if you were a part of a Christmas miracle for these babies.
Let’s do it. It’s just another week. Voting ends on December 16th. One vote per day allowed for each Facebook account. We can do this.
Whatever you do, please don’t stop reading because this is awkward. Because this is uncomfortable. Because this is hard.
I promise that the regular craziness is still here… I just believe with my whole heart that God places people in the right place at the right time.
Will take all of us.
Please vote here.