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Friday, March 28, 2014

The Sweetest Medicine...

Recuperation is in full swing... Stitches removed... Arm still in a permanent sling, but Pain is "manageable"... We just might make it thru this rotator cuff thing (easy for me to say, the one who has not had her rotator cuff "wrangled" about...Farmer Husband says the jury is still out...)

But he does agree that the Rest and absolute Laziness of our days has been a Luxury... smile...

It is incredibly indulgent to not have an agenda... no errands to run... no meetings to attend... no work piling up... no hungry goats to feed... just a recliner, a pile of books, a hopper full of movies and this sweet thing...

Shy smiles and tender hugs... Recuperation doesn't get much better!
Thank you Aubree Claire for making our day!

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Rotator Cuffs, Ropes and... Spring!

Update for the curious... Rotator Cuff is re-attached...  Recliner is at the ready... Recuperation has begun...

And there are 2 things, no 3, that I am grateful for today:

*  So blessed by Competent Surgeons who can wrangle and wrestle with torn tendons.  Our doctor said Farmer Husband had done an amazingly great job of rolling the tendon all the way to the back of the socket... I don't think that was a good thing, actually I'm pretty sure it was a bad thing...  Our wonderful surgeon then brought out the pictures he had taken during the "procedure" documenting him "wrangling" the wily rotator cuff into position...and Spoiler Alert...yes, that is a rope in the pictures.  Additional Spoiler are really yucky... Look Away Now!

 Yucky... Right???
I don't think Surgeons should do Show and Tell...
the Tell part by itself would be fine... Just sayin'

*  Doubly Blessed by Compassionate Anesthesiologists who do awesome things with Nerve Blocks.  We are 24 hours into recovery and still no pain... although handsome husband says his arm feels like it weighs a ton and is deader than a doornail (personally I am ecstatic... I dislike pain, especially when it's happening to someone I love...) 

*  And finally, I am so grateful that tomorrow heralds the first day of Spring!  Ok, nothing to do with rotator cuffs, but who can't identify with this?  Warm Days, Sweet Fragrances, Balmy Breezes and Glorious Blooms... So ready to leave this Winter long gone!

And truly, Spring is the perfect place to begin our Rotator Cuff Recovery...

Journeying on in Grace, Always,

Monday, March 17, 2014

Beauty Preserved

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words... I've heard it said.  But for me, a picture is also worth a million memories, all wrapped up into joy... so it is with this very special print of Mom.

It is a precious remembrance of times together.  Her beautiful smile reaching out to lift my countenance and remind me of glorious celebrations...

my husband, my children, sweet grand-angel... gathered up in one place...

the moments of that day girding the thousands of days after...

Love this so much...  It was Mom's last birthday party.  So very, very glad we have these memories captured in print.

And I loved taking this beautiful family portrait and creating a special keepsake... I learned the technique on Pinterest.  If you've never checked Pinterest out, then, well, I'm at a loss for words!

Pinterest... So many Creative People...Oh. My. Goodness.  The things you can do... Just saying!  Anyway, the creative people (love you) have graciously given away their secrets and shared how to preserve beauty on old distressed wooden doors.  How awesome is that?!

This family portrait was the perfect piece to start with.  And then I couldn't stop!

Travis and Kelli walking thru the Wedding Garden...
Blissful Happiness

Katie and Jordan on their Wedding Beach...
Simply Adored
So much fun!  I'm like the Mod-Podge Queen... And very happy just looking at each sweet face.  Family, you make my heart smile...  When I can't hug your neck in person, I can cherish the memories in print  :-)
A good snapshot keeps a moment from running away.
                                                               ~ Eudora Welty
May each photograph you hold in your hands capture the moments dear, bringing joy to your heart and a smile to your soul.
In Grace Always, Jane  

Monday, March 10, 2014

Painted Feathers

 Beauty for the start of your week, dear friends...

Thank you Glenn and Cheryl for sharing  :-)
Amazing artistry from FeatherLady Studios along with a
hauntingly beautiful story of God's Ever-Protecting Love...
"He will cover you with His feathers,
And under His wings you will find refuge."
                                                  ~Psalm 91:4
God's Wings
After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage.  One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree.  Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick.  As it rolled over, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother's wings.  The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had ushered her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise.  She could have flown to safety, but had refused to abandon her babies.  Then the blaze had arrived and although the heat scorched her small body, the mother had remained steadfast...
She had been willing to die so that those
under the cover of her wings might live.

No matter what firestorms assail you,
May you always find the sheltering wings of Grace
to be your perfect refuge.
He is Faithful.  He is Steadfast.
He Loves you more than Life itself ...
"The Lord is trustworthy in all He promises
and faithful in all He does."
                             Psalm 145:13


Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Look Out a Window...

It Might Be Hope.

Simply Love this.  The Music.  The Lyrics.  The Video.  The Message and Heart... 

This video was made for the Primary Children's Medical Center in Salt Lake City, Utah.  Although not specifically for pancreatic cancer, this is a beautiful tribute to those walking the valley road of medical crisis. 

Fighting.  Struggling.  Hurting.  Surviving.  Momma's and Daddies holding back the tears.  My heart aches to look into these sweet faces.  All who have been on this cancer journey know that ache...

Sometimes it feels like we've been down in the dark, here in this desolate place for such a long, long time.  Putting one foot in front of the other.  Doing the best we can... 

Oh, the words of this song speak Grace.

It Might Be Hope
(by Sara Groves)

You do your work the best that you can
You put one foot in front of the other
Life comes in waves and makes it’s demands
You hold on as well as your able
You’ve been here for a long long time
Hope has a way of turning it’s face to you
Just when you least expect it
You walk in a room
You look out a window
And something there leaves you breathless
You say to yourself
It’s been a while since I felt this
But it feels like it might be hope
It’s hard to recall what blew out the flame
It’s been dark since you can remember
You talk it all through to find it a name
As days go on by without number
You’ve been here for a long long time
Hope has a way of turning it’s face to you
Just when you least expect it
You walk in a room
You look out a window
And something there leaves you breathless
You say to yourself
It’s been a while since I felt this
But it feels like it might be hope.
Look around and see Hope turning its face towards you. 
Feel the moment deep that touches your heart, leaves you breathless...
...the tender curve of eyelashes brushing
the innocent cheeks of your sleeping child,
...the soft hint of a spring breeze whispering promise,
...the hand, rough and calloused, reaching to hold your own,
...the brilliance of an evening sunset drenched in unspeakable Glory...

It feels like it might be Hope.


Saturday, March 1, 2014

Neither Rain, Nor Sleet, Nor Snow...

Nor Torn Rotator The Hunt Continues...

Despite inclement weather and a gimpy husband, we have persevered in the journey!

This past month has taken us to backwoods peaceful and southern spectacular in the search for our next home place.  There is the tiniest thrill of anticipation as we wander the country roads and imagine ourselves settling down here or there.  And admittedly a tiny bead of anxiety as well, as we are still homeless, blessed by the sweet hospitality of my father and daughter, yet without even a blade of grass to call our own... at moments unsettling, but hope springing nonetheless  :-)

And so, here in no particular order are the highs and lows from this past month of dream-hunting...

Roger, the Realtor found a little cabin in the woods for us...near Lake Texoma on a few acres... Yes?

No...Not exactly the cabin we had pictured...
But what about this next one?

A Geodesic Dome overlooking the Lake... How cool is this?!
With amazing views!
...and a crumbling foundation perched on the edge of a ravine...
No.  Oh, so very cool, but No...
So on to a Gentleman's Hobby Farm that needs just a tad of elbow grease.
Well, ok, maybe a lot of elbow grease...
Farmer Husband shakes head and raises gimpy arm...
this Southern Plantation will have to depend on some other hardy soul to make it shine.
Never fear, Roger, leads us on...
11 acres in the middle of no-where!  We're intrigued!
Oh, the trees, the peace...
We stood still and listened to the Bird's song high above us...
We grinned, feels like home!
A hidden pond nestled among the trees...and still half-full despite the drought
Sanctuary for the wildlife that rustled all around!
Bordered by Brushy Creek and the wind whispering thru tall Cedar...
oh the possibilities!
Ahhhh.... Bliss for these country-starved farmers!
We hiked for an hour, tracing boundaries and soaking up the freedom.
That very night, in the dark, on our borrowed bed,
we made plans and wondered and dared to dream.
But something almost too good to be true?
Roger researched and dug deep and found the hitch...
no electric to the property...
But, we said, this is not an insurmountable thing, is it?
Not insurmountable, no.  Not if we were independently wealthy
(which of course we are not... goat herders are happy, and healthy, but not generally wealthy!)
Running electricity from the nearest pole (nearly 1/2 mile away)
would cost upwards of $40,000
Seriously?!  Who knew?!  This little piece of heaven just flew out of reach!
And yet, we know our limits...
and we're determined to be true to our goals.
Becoming over-extended in the pursuit of the dream will be
a trainwreck for this journey.
Even in the knowing, Dreams are dashed for awhile.
The smile wavers just a bit...
Thankfully, God knows our hearts,
And just when discouragement threatened to derail the journey,
we came upon these beauties munching in a neighboring yard...
Sometimes when you least expect it,
Hope has a way of sneaking up on you!
Praying your weekend is filled with Glimpses of Hope,
wherever your dreams take you!
In Grace Waiting,