When Bob lost his job a year and a half ago with little hope of there being another one we were confused and upset. Due to the way things happened we were also angry.
Our future plans had been contingent on Bob working 7 more years. What were we going to do? How were we going to survive? We had no option but to trust God, but it felt like our lives were falling apart.
It took awhile to realize we were going to be okay. We finally realized the employer actually did us a favor and we had the freedom to leave the big, violent city behind. We also realized some of the things we thought were so important really weren’t.
So here we are, not far from where I grew up and was so anxious to leave a long time ago. I am glad to be here. The people are good folk, they talk like I do and are friendly. Bob loves being close to the lake and watching wildlife from our dining room window. The stress of the city behind us we live a simple life in a quiet, peaceful place.
Bob and I have been married 22 years. People comment on us holding hands and occasionally tell us they have taken a photo of us. We have always held hands, but now it’s even more important because of Bob’s loss of eyesight.
Younger people also ask how we’ve stayed together “so long.” We work at it. We still say “I love you” several times a day and we also say those two magic words “Thank You.” We are best friends who work, play and share everything together. Living together as separate individuals each going our own way doesn’t make sense to us.
Love that lasts is not a “feeling.” That comes and goes. Love that lasts is a commitment to stay together, to work together and love together despite the hardships life throws at you and life will through hardships at you. New love is a glorious thing. But to make it last — that takes work.
Almost two years ago Bob woke up pretty much blind. With no medical insurance and losing his job with little hope of finding a new one due to his eye problems the last two years have not always been easy. We have continued to believe that it’s not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters and have tried to look on the positive side of things.
Once Bob qualified for Medicare in November doctors stopped not being interested because it was “just his eyes” and a whirlwind of referrals and diagnoses began. Just before Christmas we were told he had glaucoma, then a week later a pituitary tumor. Three doctors now agree that there is a pituitary tumor. Whether any of the other things we were told were accurate, we have no way of knowing. The large tumor is pressing on the optic chiasma presumably causing the vision problems. We are being given no options but surgery and are being pressured to have this done right away. This is a serious surgery with serious risks.
So let’s just say we need your prayers. A church prayer chain that reached around the world saved my life years ago as doctors were encouraging my family to end life support, so I know the power of prayer. Please join me in prayer and if anyone knows of alternative treatments for this type of tumor please let us know. You may use the contact form on the About page to contact us.
As the years go by, I am becoming more in tune with the changing seasons. With that first little nip of cold in the air I want to be outside more, but I also feel pulled toward a flurry of “nesting” activity. It is good to listen to those urges, even if we don’t understand them. They are nature’s way of preparing us for the winter ahead.
So what are my ideas for winter preparation?
1. Get outside as much as you can.
2. Do outside lawn or house work.
3. Organize your closets.
4. Deep clean the house.
5. Winterize the house.
6. Winterize the car.
7. Dig out the snow shovel or snow blower, ice melt, ice scrapers for the car, etc.
8. Make a plan for school/work “snow days.”
9. Do any canning or freezing you need.
10. Stock up on non-perishable food items.
Take steps now to have what you need to survive severe winter weather. Then when the snow flies, sit back, light a fire in the fireplace, make yourself a cup of hot cocoa, watch the snow fall and enjoy winter.
Yesterday we went to one of favorite nature spots, an old railroad bridge converted to a pedestrian bridge over the Platte River. This is one of those hidden gems you have to know about or discover by accident. It had been awhile since we had been there last and on this day we were there alone with God, His creation.
As we walked toward the end of the bridge I noticed two large birds sitting in a tree. We stood watching and hoping the birds would fly so we could tell better what they were. But they just sat there. We were getting ready to move on when I saw an eagle circling in the sky. Then there was another, and another, moving in and out of our sight. Then one drew close, circled the tree and landed. After awhile another and then another landed in the tree making five eagles in the tree.
We finally turned around to walk back down the bridge to the path to our car. About halfway across the bridge there were eagles lined up on the railing on both sides of the bridge. At first I was a little uneasy, feeling like we were about to walk the gauntlet, but as we continued to walk the most amazing thing happened. As we approached each bird they left the railing, circled over the bridge and landed on a sand bar in the river. After we got back home Bob said it looked like a very intentional ceremony, and it did.
We had never seen eagles at that location before. You could say this was just a coincidence, a chance encounter, but we see it as a gift from God. Unfortunately I forgot the camera so there are no photos, but we have memories that will be with us the rest of our lives. Thank you God!