Friday, May 27, 2011

Hello There, I'm still here.

This week has been exhausting. I'm sure a few of you have wondered where on earth I've been. Well, join the club. I've been wondering that myself. My family had quite a scare this week. We nearly lost a very near and dear uncle to a heart attack on Tuesday morning. Unfortunately, he was out of town working at the time and nearly ten hours away from his family. Fortunately, he survived. We are still on our knees, thanking the good Lord for hearing our prayers. I don't speak of praying often, nor do I pray often enough, but this week my entire family was heard and answered. My uncle is recovering and he is now back home with us.

Now when this tragedy occurred, my cousin, his wife, and my aunt left town in a hurry to rush to my uncle's side, leaving their four year old daughter Gracie, in the care of her other grandmother and myself. My kids are 16 and 17. Its been awhile. This brought on more praying as I asked God if she was ever going to stop talking and if he could please send someone to work the (redacted) car seat. Then I asked him to forgive me for saying a curse word in the middle of a prayer because I don't think you're supposed to do that.

My parents used to let us ride on top of the back seat, ya know, right there in the back windshield where we could make faces at the cars behind us and try to talk Dad into slamming on the brakes so we could roll down the seat and into the floor. With the exception of my brother who seems to space out from time to time, we turned out fine. This weeks experience with a child safety seat was like trying to buckle Danica Patrick into a Hans device for the Indy 500, and I doubt her pit crew has to do that as she counts to one hundred while holding a fresh cup of chocolate milk. When did they put cup holders on safety seats? I think I have a bruise on my hip. Needless to say, I've not been blog hopping, haven't written a single word or read hardly a line of anything. I don't know whats gone on throughout the world this week, but I do know my uncle is alive. When he's ready, I'll have to tell him how me and his granddaughter Gracie managed to replace a unicorns horn with a half eaten pickle during our game of "make up a story" in the car. Maybe a little laughter will heal his heart, it sure healed mine.

7 comments:

  1. Despite the trauma, this was a sweet post. I am very happy to hear that your prayers have been answered and, if one opinion means anything, I don't think cursing while we pray takes God by surprise. It might even help the prayer (as in the person who prays) if that's how they typically speak.

    Two cents. :)

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  2. I hope that everything works out for your uncle! I'll remember him in my prayers as well.

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  3. Glad you survived. And I'm very glad that your uncle is recovering. And I have totally sworn while praying, and never once been struck by lightening.

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  4. Glad to hear things are well with your Uncle. Sounds like you had fun babysitting-- and the "make up a story" is a cool idea. (We do story starters when camping-- one person starts it, then passes it off to another until it's finished.)

    Hope you have a great weekend!

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  5. Aw... don't worry. Life has more important things for us than blogging. Glad your uncle's ok! Missed ya! :)

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  6. Sorry to hear about your uncle.

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  7. Glad your uncle is OK. The blogosphere will still be around, do what you gotta do.

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