Taking a Knee

Today, the Monday after the NFL bruhaha concerning the national anthem, I got down on my knees...next to the hospital bed of a 87 year old grandmother.  And I prayed.  I prayed that I could draw blood out of the tiny vein that snaked under the thin, crepey skin on the back of her hand.  (I prayed sincerely because I had already stuck her and missed once.)  And I pulled out my tiniest butterfly needle and my most awesome phlebotomy skills, because she needed the result before she could have a procedure.  And while I was down there  my knees, I prayed for my sister-in-law who is lying unconcsious in an ICU bed in Savannah, Georgia.  And while everyone in the room held their breath, there was a flash and then a flow of blood through the tubing and into the syringe.  It was a little sacred moment right there in room 110.
Offered prayers. Shed blood.  A God Who delights in answering.
One procedure completed.  Waiting on news from Savannah.

Last Christmas

Last Christmas I shopped for Christmas pajamas

For everyone who spent Christmas with me.

And no matter how many pictures we took, we never looked like the families in the Christmas pajama advertisements.  And plaid pajama pants make our butts look big.

So Christmas pajamas will not be a family tradition.  Just a once in a lifetime memory.

Recording here so I don't forget and start online shopping when it gets cold this weekend.