Thursday, February 6, 2014

Thursday (2/6/2014)

Update:

It seemed like the night was short and the alarm sounded too early on Wednesday morning.  Got going on the day (breakfast, update written and posted, showered, dressed) and after a couple of phone calls it was almost 11 a.m. and time to leave for Alma, WI.

I drove to Eau Claire to pick up one of the other members of the stress debriefing team, Al, and we rode together down to Alma.  We arrived about 30 minutes early so went to the gas station in town and grabbed a sandwich for lunch (and I thought hospital food was lousy) and then found the conference room in the Courthouse where we were holding the debriefing.  It went well and we headed for home.  I dropped Al off at his car and tried to contact my son, Jon, a few minutes after 4 p.m.  We were going out to eat an early dinner together.  His phone was turned off but he had warned me that he wouldn’t probably answer until after 4:45 p.m.  I had time to kill and no way out of the truck without assistance, so I decided to drive to the apartment that he shares with his brother, Joshua.  Joshua wasn’t at home, so I just parked the truck in front of their house to wait for Jon.  I figured that I had about a 30 minute wait.  I ended up falling asleep in the truck waiting.  I woke up at 5:30 and wondered where Jon was.  I looked at my phone and he had texted me at 5 p.m. asking where I was and when we were eating—he was hungry.  I called him just before he was about to give up on me and go out to eat on his own.  He was inside his apartment waiting?!!?  He had driven up and parked on the alley side of the apartment and went in the backdoor.  He had gotten home just a minute or two after I had called him.  So he was waiting for my call for about 50 minutes.  THANKFULLY we finally connected and headed out to dinner.  Jon told me he had been hungry since 4 p.m. and so waiting was hard.  I laughed because at about the same time, I had the very same thought.  So much for careful planning and coordination! 

I found out that the handicap accessible stall at the restaurant was not “Steve friendly.”  My wheelchair barely fit.  I struggled to get the door shut. And the toilet was set at a right angle to the door and the stall was too small to make a frontal assault.  I took so long that Jon might have begun to worry about me, except that they had brought out one of those little loaves of hot buttered bread and he had gobbled it all down before I returned thus removing any thought of “where’s dad?” from his mind. 

After dinner, Jon helped me do a bit of shopping—some warm gloves for my wife from Kohls, a loofah back brush for me from Target, and some tools for Jon from Menards.  Yes, tonight was the first time in well over 80 days that I had been at the “man’s store.”  I had fun speeding up and down the aisles in my wheelchair while Jon looked for what he wanted.  After about ten minutes I felt the burn in my muscles and Jon was ready soon after that.  I sort of felt like a kid since I was waiting for Jon to find what he wanted.  I wish I would have thought about it and gone up to Jon in a whining voice like I heard so many times when the kids were younger, “Can we leave soon?  This store is so boring!!”

Jon commented while we were shopping how nice it was to have me along because everyone opened the door for him and let him go first in line, etc.  It really sealed the deal for him when I paid for his stuff.  I believe that he would be happy to take me along while he did his shopping more often.  It is true that people were very courteous and helpful to me while I was in the wheelchair. 

I dropped Jon off at home and then got back to Fall Creek at 9 p.m.  I was thankful that my friend, Milt, hadn’t gone to bed yet and he was still willing to come out in the cold and get my wheelchair out of the truck and help me inside.  I spent a few minutes on the computer, checked my blood sugar one last time for the day and then it was off to bed for a good night’s rest. 

Thursday morning, I put a roast in the crockpot for dinner tonight.  I’ve never done that before.  I think I followed Karen’s instructions.  Hope it turns out well.

I’ve got two tennis balls and some duct tape, so I will make something my physical therapist showed me to help ease a couple of tight muscles in my back.  We’ll see how it feels after I try it.

Thought for the Day:

The account of feeding the multitude with five small loaves of bread and two fish is recorded in the book of Matthew 14:14-21.  A large crowd gathers hearing that Jesus is in the wilderness.  Jesus heals the sick and preaches to the people.  When it is late in the day, the disciples encourage Jesus to send the crowds away so that the people can find something to eat.  Apparently this was all very spur of the moment and no one brought food with them.  There are not enough funds to buy a snack for this many people, let alone a meal, even if you could find someplace to buy it from.  So Jesus asks them to find out what food is available.  There are five small loaves of flat bread and two small fish.  This has often been described as a child’s lunch size portion.  And according to the account there are 5,000 men there, not counting the women and children.  The actual total of people would easily be way over 12,000 people.  That is enough people to be any caterer’s nightmare.  Instead of being dismayed, Jesus simply said, “Bring them here to Me.”  The Lord blessed the food and passed it out.  We are told that everyone ate until they were full and there were twelve large baskets of leftovers collected afterwards.

Matthew 14:16-20   “Jesus replied, ‘They do not need to go away. You give them something to eat.’  ‘We have here only five loaves of bread and two fish,’ they answered. ‘Bring them here to me,’ he said.  And he directed the people to sit down on the grass. Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, he gave thanks and broke the loaves. Then he gave them to the disciples, and the disciples gave them to the people. They all ate and were satisfied, and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over.”

I love the comments that Warren Wiersbe made in his book “Everyday Wisdom from the Gospels” about this event:

“When Andrew found the lad with the lunch, he made the mistake of measuring the demands by the lunch instead of measuring the lunch by the Lord.  The lunch was small but their God was great!  No matter how little we may think that we have, we must remember that the Lord delights in taking the little things, the weak things, yes, and ‘the things which are not’ (1 Corinthians 1:27-28) to accomplish great things for His glory.”  [Wiersbe]

“The loaves and fish in the boy’s hands were only a lunch, and in Andrew’s hands only a contribution—but in the hands of Jesus they became a miracle.  ‘Bring them here to me’ is one of the most gracious invitations anywhere in Scripture.  Whatever battles you are fighting or problems or burdens you are carrying, put them into the hands of the Lord and then do what He commands.”  [Wiersbe]

“When we find ourselves troubled about things that are beyond us, let’s obey the voice of Jesus: ‘Bring them here to Me.” [Wiersbe]

What a wonderful reminder that we have a resource that is beyond anything we dreamed of.  There is no problem bigger than the Lord, nor is there one which would strain His resources.  When your back is up against the wall; when you are overwhelmed by the task; or when you think the situation is hopeless; remember the words of Jesus and take those problems to Him for He is more than able.

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