Susan Spess Shay

Still playing make believe.


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WOOHOO! And, Aaaaack!

Can you believe it’s September already? WOOHOO! I love autumn. (Come on and get here!)

I feel as if I’ve been kinda MIA for the last week or two. Sorry about that, but I’ve been busy lately.

I had a tooth go bad (infected, you know?) so the dentist started a root canal. (You know it’s hurting me when I can’t wait to get into the office and get a giant needle shoved in my jaw. I’m denta-phobic!) The next day, I was sick all day.

I don’t know why. Maybe it was a coincidence and maybe it was the infection. Who knows? (I’m sure someone does, but I’d rather just ignore it.)

Dental Dude put me on antibiotics (he’s a great guy) and that caused Other Problems. (If you don’t know what kind of problems antibiotics can cause, look it up. It’s gross enough to live through without talking about it.)

There’s another story about the visit. I’ll try to remember to tell it later. Tomorrow maybe?

Next I was hit by a UTI. (You can look that one up, too.) For some reason, doctors don’t like to take my word for it when I tell them I have an infection, so I had to go in for a visit. 😦 But I don’t really mind. I have a great doc.

So my funny doctor (not my dentist) changed my antibiotics to something that’ll work on both problems and we both crossed our fingers that I WOULDN’T have more of that same Other Problem again.

Yep, another story about that visit, too. DAT, maybe?

Sigh.

When I ate my breakfast cereal one morning, I heard a snap and oops! Root Canaled tooth cracked. Luckily, Omega had a dentist appointment she let me use that afternoon. Sisters are great, aren’t they?

I tried to get Dental Dude to glue the tooth back together, but he said he couldn’t. (I even offered to loan him some fingernail glue. No go.)

My dad had his hip replaced on Tuesday. Naturally, I wanted to be there when before surgery started, but the surgeon got around earlier than I did and I didn’t make it in time. Almost all of his kiddos were there when he came out.

He did great! Something about the procedure has changed in the last four years since I had mine replaced, and he didn’t get the morphine pump like I had. (Interesting experience if you enjoy riding the Tilt-a-Whirl when you were young.)

But when it was time for him to get up and stand on that new hipper, his BP took a nose dive.

I spent one night with him at the hospital. (We like to have somebody there all the time. Anyone else like that?) Not a lot of rest, but we had a great time together.

It took a couple of days for him to get over having low BP, but he’s home now and happy as a lark.

I figure he’ll be back at work in a week or so if not before.

He didn’t make it to church Sunday, although I half expected him to be there. I really missed him, too.

As busy as I’ve been with everything, I didn’t get much else done. Not much writing. Or blogging. Or gardening. (Weeds be gone!)

Oh, and our gift for this beautiful long weekend? Our upstairs air conditioner died a sad death, so we’re living downstairs.

Yet another story for even another time. 🙂

What’s going on with you?

 


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A Funny Thing

Sometimes my preacher talks about Weird God Things that happen in the lives of people he knows. He preached about a WGT his brother experienced once, concerning tithing. (I think.)

When I was getting ready for hip replacement surgery, I just about worried myself sick over it. I didn’t want to die in surgery. My kids needed me. G-Man needed me. I needed to experience grandchildren, yada yada. So, naturally, I started praying about it. (What else is there to do?)

Early one morning just days before the surgery, I woke myself up, and started praying. I fell asleep again had a dream.

I was a glass orb. (You know, like a delicate Christmas ornament.) God picked me up and put me in a leather briefcase like my dad used to have. He showed me all around, so I knew that I was the only one in there. Nobody else was hiding in any of the pockets, nooks or crannies. (I’m not sure why, except I’m one of six kids. I was rarely the only one anywhere.)

Then God made me understand that He was the heavy leather case and I was the breakable glass ball. And nothing could happen to me that God didn’t specifically allow.

Wait, let me amend that. Nothing CAN happen to me that God doesn’t specifically allow. N-O-T-H-I-N-G.

God answered me and I held tight to that promise.

And just in case His will was to take me to Heaven during that surgery, I wanted David (my preacher) to know so he could share it at my funeral–especially for my boys. (For once in my life, I wanted to be prepared.)

After hearing about the dream, David pronounced it a Weird God Thing.

After the dream, I stopped fretting about the surgery. I didn’t stop praying, but I was comforted. 

Fast forward to yesterday. I told you about my memory verse. “Be still and know that I am God.” We even talked just a little about “Be still” and how Grandma used to tell us that when things got too noisy around her house.

It was never easy to be still, no matter how many times Grandma told us. There were so many sights and sounds to investigate.

So this morning, I woke up at 3:45, and guess what. I was deaf. Couldn’t hear a thing out of one ear and just barely out of the other. Yep, allergies have hit me hard. I just don’t remember ever before losing my hearing.

I have lost my voice before. (Like, totally, dude!) But that didn’t keep my from trying to talk. I couldn’t be still. I still went to work. Still cooked and cleaned and took care of kids. (It’s been a while since that happened.) 

But this morning when I couldn’t hear, I finally understood exactly what that verse means. Be still. Shut out the world. Don’t use your usual crutches (radio, TV, FB, whatever) to give you that, “I’m not really alone” feeling.

Be alone, all by yourself. Stopping up my ears worked for me. For once, I was able to be still because the world couldn’t break in. Only God was there with me. 

It lasted through breakfast, while I dressed and did my hair, and (sadly) all the way through church. I could barely hear music message God gave us through Dorothea. I’d really been looking forward to hearing it after visiting her place of business (to get my skunk stripe colored) last Thursday. 

She’d told me that day how much this song meant to her. How she related to the woman who washed Jesus’s feet with her tears and dried them with her hair. Dorothea sings from her heart, doesn’t ask for praise, although she deserves it.

Below is Cece Winan one of G-Man’s favorite singers, singing the song Dorothea blessed us with this morning.  

I didn’t hear much of her song but still, I’m thankful for the stillness. And for Weird God Things.

Has God ever given you a WGT? Want to share?