What a week at work! My week at work was filled with a variety of sick people. On the first day it started with a young child with epilepsy. He had about 7 seizures in the few hours that we were busy with him. Another patient had a hole in his throat. There was also an old lady who really struggled to walk and was in severe pain. Another one was vomiting the whole day in spite of various medicine to stop it. Did I mention the man on the wheelchair who cannot move or help himself. All of the patients (except one child) had cancer. And everything that could go wrong, went wrong. Continue reading That week at work!
Thinking back about my mother’s parents I have a lot of good memories. They were a bit younger than my father’s parents and lived in the big city.
I remember their first house had many rooms and a big kitchen. Outside was Bruno, the dog and a big avocado tree in which we played a lot. Continue reading Thinking back… my mother’s parents
Thinking back about my grandparents I realize how much I was blessed.
My father’s parents lived in a small little town. As far as I remember they lived in a one bedroom retirement house. It had a small open plan kitchen, a lounge, a short hallway with photos on the wall, a bathroom and a bedroom. Continue reading Thinking back… my father’s parents
I want to tell you about a weekend we had recently… we were so blessed.
We enjoy being at home on weekends, but this weekend we went away to a game reserve.
Our first blessing was the friendly, helpful staff at arrival. We were upgraded to a big three bedroom chalet instead of the one bedroom we booked, because the air-conditioning in the smaller unit was not working.
The chalet had a view of the game reserve and we could watch the animals grazing.
When my baby was born a year ago, I wanted to make him a “space capsule”, adding some things from his birth day (like a newspaper, some technology that will be long outdated by the time he is 18 and a letter for him). As it turned out we didn’t buy a newspaper (I am saving a magazine from that month) and I never wrote the letter. The idea was to keep it save and give it to him on his eighteenth birthday. I never found time to write the letter before his birth and decided to do it today, one year later.
Here it is:
My dearest son
I believe all children are miracles and experienced it first-hand when we see you grew and developed inside me. Week by week we read what was forming and for the first time I understood what David meant in Psalm 139, talking about God knitting us together in our mothers’ womb.