Hello, sweet friends,
I am linking up today with my buddy Shaunacey of Simply Shaunacey fame to share some of the little miracles that have blessed my life lately. Shaunacey always has some very touching moments of gratitude so I hope you will stop by her blog, too.
This spring the wild poppies that pop up on the foothills of the Franklin Mountains, have bloomed in abundance. I think we can probably thank the snowfall we had on December 26 for this year’s bounty because some years there are only a sprig or two struggling to grow.
One spring when Brennyn and Lauren were still living at home, we had a bumper crop of poppies. We spent one afternoon rolling around in the flowers, giggling and taking pictures.
I don’t think they have ever been as lush as they were that year. I love that memory, and the photographs I have from that day…so much so, that I painted the photograph above and now the painting hangs in my den. I blogged about creating the painting, here.
This year’s crop has run a very close second to that magical spring.
Thank you, God, for this beautiful blessing.
Shifting gears a little, for this next pair of miracles. I think I have shared with you that my doctor was concerned that I had broken my right wrist. I had an MRI about a month ago, and when I took the disk with the images to the doctor to be viewed, he couldn’t open the disk. Then when he finally (supposedly) did, all he could see were breasts. Did I share that whole fiasco with you?
While it is true that I changed majors FAST after my first year as a pre-med student, I can still usually tell the difference between a wrist and a breast without much difficulty. Here is one of the images on my MRI disk.
What say you?
Wrist or breast?
Not only could my doctor not open the disk, then not identify my wrist in the images on the disk once he (or someone else?) opened the disk (heck, I graduated with an art degree and I opened the disk on my computer at home), but he didn’t receive the report from the radiologist who read the images. Long, frustrating story short, my wrist isn’t broken. But now I am getting all of these referrals for more studies…shoulder, elbow and wrist MRIs again, with and without contrast. They are working their way up to my breasts at this rate! But my little miracle here is that my wrist isn’t broken, that a steroid injection has temporarily relieved the pain and I am able to put on and take off my own bra now.
Not sure if I have mentioned that my Prince is also having medical problems. He has three fairly serious concerns right now. But we did receive some clarity about one of the issues this past week. He has been having very severe back pain and it turns out he has something called Baastrups Disease. Not curable, but hopefully manageable with good meds, physical therapy and possible steroid shots…if those don’t bring him relief, we may be facing surgery but right now we are hopeful.
Thank you, God, for providing us with understanding and options.
Lastly, for this little post, I am grateful for the miracle of technology. And so thankful that mankind didn’t have to count on me to come up with all of these wonderful gadgets that make our world a little smaller. Through a recent tragedy, I just learned about What’s App.
Brennyn and Lauren’s father is Panamanian and we lived in Panama for a little more than six years after we were first married and then when the girls were very small. Much of Daniel’s family still lives in the interior of Panama, near Santiago, Veraguas Province. Although, I haven’t been back to Panama since we left in 1988, I have fond memories of his family that I grew to love. A few weeks ago, Daniel texted me to say his Aunt Dela had died suddenly of a heart attack at the age of 72. If there was ever an angel on Earth, it was Dela. She led a very difficult life and did without so many of the modern conveniences I take for granted every.single.day. She was loving and kind, opened her heart and home to me from the first day we met.
Through What’s App, I have been able to communicate with Dela’s children in Panama through texting, voice messages and photographs, all for free. I am glad to have been able to reconnect with Dela through her children who miss her desperately. And I am hopeful that this will open doors for my daughters to someday reconnect and maybe revisit the country that was their first home.
This picture was taken on one of our last visits to Dela’s house before we moved back to the United States. Brennyn was four and Lauren was two.
I am thankful to God for bringing Dela and her family into my life. And thankful for the people who created What’s App and the whole Internet thing, and cell phones, and TV and radio.
Would love to hear about a recent little miracle in your life.
Won’t you share with me in a comment below?
Hugs and kisses,
Brennyn
I didn’t know you were talking to people in Panama! I miss those poppies. The bluebonnet safe just beginning to bloom here. I love you momma! ❤️
Carrie @ Curly Crafty Mom
Those golden poppies are so, so pretty! I would love to take photos of my children playing in them! I am so sorry about all of the tests they are wanting to run on you about your wrist. I am sure you are just ready for an answer already! And, I’ll keep your husband in my prayers, I hope he can get some help with his back and other medical problems. It seems to always happen in seasons, doesn’t it?!
Carrie
curlycraftymom.com
Jill
Those photos of the poppies are beautiful! Glad to hear your wrist is not broken! Sending prayers to your Prince!
Jill
Doused In Pink
Gloria
God never gives us more than we can deal with,i am so happy to have you in my life and so glad your wrist is not broken,i have many cherished memories with your beautiful babies,they were my babies too,specialy Brennyn of course she was the oldest and Lauren was such sweet with her big beautiful blue eyes and brennyn she was a joy to watchand thankyou for being part of the most wonderful mom in the world,i miss her terribly but i know she is in a better place sleeping in peace, all my love,i will pray for Paul too:)🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌞
Leslie Roberts Clingan
Thank you, Gloria, for this sweet comment. I am so glad we have reconnected. I know how much you miss your mama every single day but I am certain she is looking down on you and so proud of the wonderful mama you are. Love you, dear one!!