Way back in the first memories I have of school I can still remember this incredibly curly haired girl. I remember she had red hair, which even back then signified and inspired all thoughts Irish to me. I remember she talked about being a doctor one day…along with about everyone else in our class. Everyone wanted to be a doctor, a fireman, a nurse, a police officer, or some professional at some sport…so, why Shannon´s confessed dream of a doctor stood out to me is anyone´s guess…except for the fact that she seemed like she could already have been one. You see, I remember while I was off mis-using big vocab words that even stumped the teacher, and the rest of the class was playing in the world of Playdo, Shannon was studying anatomy charts for fun. I mean, let´s be honest, I don´t know how much she retained, but, she was pouring over them nonetheless. So, that was Shannon.
I met with this amazing girl and still wonderful friend just a few days ago for some coffee at a local Peetes. I wonder if you can guess what this girl is now doing…hint… Read the rest of this entry »
A hard to grasp number. I mean, don´t get me wrong…I´ve heard it tossed around enough to know of it, but I don´t really know its vastness. Here in Napa Valley where I grew up there are homes that are million dollar fixer-upers. Again, I know what the number is, and I can even see it in home value, but I don´t know the number. The same way I´ve let slip far too many times the wining statement, “I´m starving”.. but I have no idea what it is to really starve.
So, when a woman and her vision, handed down from God, speak and trust, in Promise, to save a million of these little ones in the name of Christ… if I´m being entirely honest… I find myself very quiet and very humbled. I wonder if a good question for all of us is not…do I really believe He could do that…that He will do that…that He´s alreadybegun such a feat?
Help us with our un-belief Father… all of us… on either side of Grace. (Mark 9:24)
That beautiful Peruvian woman healing and sleeping soundly in shadow is my Tata. For those of you who didn´t know and for those of you who did…she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer about a month ago, but now, thanks to an Indian doctor, a bazillion gifted nurses, and all those wonderfully brilliant medical minds that illuminated such breakthroughs as this surgery decades ago…she is healing right quick and expected to recover to 100% health…haha…which she jokes is better than her normally operating 95%.
Thank you to everyone who prayed…those prayers worked and were amply answered by our God who neither needed to deliver her into this world, or from this disease. But, He loves her an awful lot, and realizes we do too…so…she´s going to be with us a good while longer. Praise God for the blessed exchange between the necessary petition from this world and His answers from the one that draws ever near.
Forgive the shadowy picture…my Tata was almost entirely against this picture, but I assured her I could hide her beautifully in shadows and such…to which she said, “Okay, but only if it´s flattering.”
Way back in the first memories I have of school I can still remember this incredibly curly haired girl. I remember she had red hair, which even back then signified and inspired all thoughts Irish to me. I remember she talked about being a doctor one day…along with about everyone else in our class. Everyone wanted to be a doctor, a fireman, a nurse, a police officer, or some professional at some sport…so, why Shannon´s confessed dream of a doctor stood out to me is anyone´s guess…except for the fact that she seemed like she could already have been one. You see, I remember while I was off mis-using big vocab words that even stumped the teacher, and the rest of the class was playing in the world of Playdo, Shannon was studying anatomy charts for fun. I mean, let´s be honest, I don´t know how much she retained, but, she was pouring over them nonetheless. So, that was Shannon.
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