Sam had his tonsils out today. Here he is before surgery:
Here he is after surgery one hour later:
The doctor said the tonsils were much bigger than they looked so there is a good chance having them out will really help his breathing and sleeping so that is good news. He is quite the little trooper. Here’s hoping for a speedy recovery little buddy!
Amy is one of my all time favorite people I hang out with at the “internet back fence.” I started reading her blog because of its homeschooling/farming/large family kind of flavor. When she moved from the suburbs to a farm, I was vicariously living a dream through her stories. What I have come to appreciate most is that she constantly breaks out of the stereotypes associated with the above mentioned flavors, for the sake of the gospel, for grace, for being authentic. There is nothing more refreshing to me than truth and authenticity, even at the expense of being nice or heaven forbid at the expense of pride.
So this post was so well said it kind of rocked my world. I get hung up in the information acquisition phase of things. In school I always enjoyed compiling and perusing enormous amounts of current research, but when it came down to taking the next step and coming up with my own original material I ran out of steam. This is a profound weakness. It carries through even now in my individual journey as a wife and mom.
“The collective thing about women, mothers in particular, is that we are trying to do our best. In general, we know we only get this chance, and so it’s important to make our lives count. I want to get this right because it matters.”
So I am always longing for a formula, a picture of what this is supposed to look like, desperately wanting to live out the gospel in a way that is so much more than typical American suburban life. When you have to make hard choices you want to look around and see if anybody else is with you, and what does it look like for them? There are a lot of good ideas out there, but oh help I am drowning in them. The consumption of good ideas can become a paralyzing addiction, and the “fruit” it produces looks more like confusion and turmoil. At some point it becomes time to step away from the distraction and learn to simply become what it is supposed to look like in me. I have to accept that this is something God has designed, He will reveal it as I seek Him and walk with Him, and it is not subject to the many bandwagons that I am so drawn to. God is not the author of bandwagons, they are often a manifestation of our desire for works based righteousness. I am not saying anything new here, its just taking a long time for me to finally get it.