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It’s Been a GREAT Year!!!

Wow.  This has been a good year.  Last year at this time our family was limping along, wondering if a reprieve was possible for us.  Last winter, Eddie’s health was a mess.  Just like it has been for most of the last 11 years of his life.  When you’re on the 11th year of getting your head kicked in, you lose your optimism.  You lose hope.  It’s dark and sad, and it messes with your mental health too.  It sure does.

But, I have no intention of talking about Eddie being sick in this post.  I want to talk about Eddie feeling great.  Because, that’s how he feels right now.  That’s how he’s felt for a good while, and I would just like to yell for joy from the top of a mountain.  I don’t have time to climb to the top of mountain, because I’ve got presents to wrap.  So, I’m going to blog my joy instead.

Why is Eddie better?  I don’t know.  Why was he sick?  I don’t know.  I really, really, just don’t know.

I have no shame, and that’s why I’m going to tell you my latest, almost for sure crazy, theory.  If you’ve followed my blog from the beginning, you might remember me telling you we paid a guy to come and inspect our house.  We paid this guy a lot of money, and to be perfectly honest, initially, I wasn’t that impressed.  I had a bad feeling this guy just liked to hear himself talk, and I paid him to put on a show. I spent three hours following this inspector around our home while he pointed out all the dust,  cracks, and dirt.  It was exhausting.  Who could like a guy who tells you all that bad news?

In that three hours, he pointed out a few pieces of old furniture that had mold on them.  He said the boys’ bunk bed had a decent amount of mold collecting on it.  Eddie slept near the moldiest part of the bunk bed.  We threw the bunk bed away, and moved Eddie upstairs.  Eddie has been getting progressively better since then.

This winter, his health has transformed.  He’s like a pretty normal kid, and he just looks so much better to my eyes. We got those bunk beds before we moved to Sauk.  I never liked how they smelled.  It was a powerful, chemical type smell. I remember it was just one of about 100 things that kept me up worrying in the night.  Eddie did get sick within the first year of having those bunk beds too.  So, what do you think?  Coincidence?  Probably.  But, right now, that’s all I got. And, I just really like thinking it’s as simple as throwing out some stinky bunk beds.

So, this is where I’m at right now. I told someone my theory the other day.  They asked, “Did you run your theory by the Doctor?”

I said, “Are you being serious?  You think I’d tell THAT theory to a Doctor?” I can’t picture my self saying to a Doctor, “Oh, remember how Eddie had fevers, vomiting, nausea, hallucinations, rashes and fainting spells for 11 years?  Well, we figured out he just had bunkbeditis.  So, all’s well that ends well.”

I think a lot of Doctors would laugh at me.  But, I don’t think they should, because they haven’t exactly come with anything better.

We’re watching Eddie thrive, and we’re just so, so full of joy.  I have had quite a few people tell me they have prayed for Eddie for many years.  My Aunt told me once she has a little piece of carpeting that is her “Eddie spot”.  This spot was where she always got down on her knees to pray for our son.  Oh Gosh, whenever I talk about this kind of stuff my eyes start to fill with tears.  That’s just one story.  There are many more.  People who don’t know me personally, who have brought my son’s name before the Lord, and asked God to heal Eddie.  It’s a humble position to be in for a mom.

I don’t know what has made Eddie sick, but I do know WHO healed him.  I will never feel ambiguous about this. And, maybe that statement begs the question, “What if Eddie wasn’t healed? Where’s God then?” What I’ve worked out is this.  God is right there, where He always was and is.  And, for some reason (I’ll never understand) He has asked me to walk through a life that doesn’t always work out the way I pictured it would.  When life isn’t what I thought, I want to heap all sorts of sorry on myself, only I can’t do that anymore.  I can’t do that any more, because of what I’ve learned.

I have learned through living my own life, that accepting a hard fate with faith and trust in an outcome I may never see, leads to wisdom,strength and courage.  Wisdom, strength and courage that I don’t think I’d have, if my faith was untested.  Wisdom, faith and courage are precious and valuable assets in this life, that will help me work through every other challenge in my life.  I can share wisdom, strength and courage with my children.

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So, that’s what the kids are getting for Christmas this year.  We told them that there won’t be any wrapped gifts under the tree this year.  Not when we are passing out heaping helpings of wisdom, strength and courage.   Can’t wait to see the look of joy on the little tikes’ faces Christmas morn.

I can only be serious and contemplative for so long.

Merry, Merry Christmas to you and all the wonderful people you love.  I am VERY thankful for you. Really, I doubt you know.  Writing this blog is a genuine treasure for me; It always amazes me that there are some people who enjoy reading it too.

I pray blessings on you and all your people this Christmas and into the New Year.

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How I Inspire

Did you read my blog on Tuesday? Well, you should have; I’m trying to help you change your life. I can’t do that, if you won’t listen.

Tuesday’s blog was super deep and motivating. I told you about my long walks with my dog. I said I might make a bumper sticker to commemorate my dog walking accomplishments. My sticker would be a stick figure walking her dog with “1.5” on it. You don’t have to tell ME how cool that sounds.

The nicest people read my blog; some old friends, a lot of new friends. They give me good ideas. One of my friends said my sticker should say, “It ain’t no jive. I walk 1.5.” You get it? Jive and one-point-five rhyme? I know. I know. You’re getting emotional. It’s okay. Feelings are good.

I’d like to thank my friend (thanks, Wendy) for that good idea. Her good idea gave me another good idea. I think I need to make a poster. I was thinking that Scott could hang this poster in the wrestling room. The wrestlers (my sons included – because boys L-O-V-E, I mean LOVE posters of their moms) could look at the poster when they just needed that extra push. When they are feeling like they have nothing left to give, when they don’t know where they’ll find the courage they need to bust through insurmountable obstacles in front of them, and when they are tempted to give in, they can look at this poster.

One look at this poster, and the wrestlers will remember. They’ll remember what I’ve accomplished, and be inspired to reach their own goals. It doesn’t matter that they’re aiming for a State Championship, and I’m aiming for two miles. They don’t need to feel badly about having a goal that’s less challenging. What matters is that they have one. What matters is that they never give up. Like me. I never give up.

It’s no JIVE. I go 1.5!

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