I am so afraid of snakes I don’t even want to put up a picture of them.
If you don’t believe me, just ask anyone in my family.
Instead, here is a picture of how I usually react when one of those evil things is anywhere around me. Even on tv.
Yes, it’s that bad.
And yes, I have seen the HP movies in which Nagini is featured and yes, I have closed my eyes every. single. time.
Evil, I tell you. Pure evil.
Hmmm . . . well, I’ve already done quite a bit of that. How about a picture of my travel family?
I love these women. We’ve all worked in the library, although some have gone on to new positions in other places. We’ve taken bigger trips to California, Charleston, & Savannah together and have future plans for Boston. There have been smaller trips to Dallas and occasional day trips for shopping too. It speaks highly of our relationships that we can travel together in a van for a week and not be tired of each other before it’s over. We’ve seen things, done things, worked through crises, and basked in the ability to view life from a perspective outside of our daily work lives. They are my coworkers but they are also some of my closest friends. I am blessed and yes, God is good.
I don’t know if there are words to describe how much my family means to me. I probably don’t show it enough. My time is spread out between work, home, friends, and volunteer activities. More days than not, I’m tired and grouchy. I also have this strange thing of being a big talker but not really being able to verbalize the things that mean the most to me.
But these are the people who mean the most to me. At times, I’ve probably put them ahead of pursuing my relationship with God, which is not good. I wouldn’t have said it that way at the time, but looking back, I think I did.
It’s often said that having children is like having a part of your heart walking around outside of you. I would say it’s like having part of your soul live apart from you. When they hurt, you hurt. When they question, you bear the scars.
I’ve met a lot of challenges in life and I suppose on some level I’m accomplished. I finished a master’s degree after having all these babies. I have a good job. We own a home. I have amazing friends. However, if I stand before God at the end of time and don’t have all of these people with me, I will consider my life to be a failed life. I pray for them. I cry for them. I’m watching them become adults and wondering if I said enough, did enough, modeled enough or if I said too much, did too much, or protected too much.
They are my family and they are my life.
I wish I could erase the memory of watching my big, healthy boy almost die from blood sugar.
I wish I could erase the crying from the huge number of attempts it took for them to find just one vein that hadn’t collapsed so much that it wouldn’t take a needle.
I wish I could erase the memories of his sunken eyes, his non-coherent state, and his moving in and out of consciousness.
I wish I could erase the concerns about blood sugar, carbs, finger pricks, potential long term effects, and the oh-so-concerned-but-uninformed people who tell us how they “cured” their own diabetes from watching their diet and exercising more.
I wish I could erase Type 1 Diabetes.
I want to go to England and see all the places that inspired these men.
CS Lewis and JRR Tolkien
Yep — they hung out here. The Eagle and Child, otherwise known as The Bird and the Baby.
And they created these wonderful worlds together. Worlds of imagination, courage, faith, and adventure.
So since I can’t actually GO to Narnia and Middle Earth, I want to go visit the places that inspired their creation.
Wasn’t I just the cutest little thing?