In His Image

I have no words of wisdom, or thoughts of great repose. Just some simple, humble, earthly thoughts, of the life within a rose. How great the beauty of the rose as it blooms within this sphere. Yet its petals drop so quickly, in it’s short-lived life down here. Roses take so much work, to keep them healthy every day. We’re always pruning, tilling dusting, to try and keep their diseases at bay. Yet we would think it odd, to give all our thoughts to petals And forget its roots beneath the sod. Or would we? Yet her life’s not held within, the lovely blossoms of bright red, but lies deep within the earth, the root’s by which she’s fed. Our lives are but a vapor here, like the petals of the rose. We bloom so quickly, and are gone, while the heart within still grows. So when our loved one passes from this life to their rest, they’ve only ceased to live with us, but still blossom at their best. For the Master Gardener plans his flower beds with care, and moves His flowers from time to time, to...

This is one of those before and after shots. Can you see why my heart was stirred when they took the bandages off the first time? We took the large picture this morning as that is when he most readily pulls the eyes together. This should continue to get better each day.

Greetings from a tired, globe-trotting father! It is now 11:00 at night and thanks to jet lag, I am wide awake! Oh well, I have acquired a precious 6 hours of sleep over the last 52 hours so if this seems a little dis-jointed, you’ll know why! :-) We arrived home here at 1:30am this morning. I want to thank all of you for your prayers! I felt so buoyed up these last two and a half weeks that I could hardly believe it! We praise God that the surgery was a success and we were very grateful we went. The doctors and staff were beyond my expectations and we were very blessed with their knowledge, skill and tender loving care! As far as the surgery, it took about a little over an hour from the time they put him under till I could go to the recovery room to see him wake up. I was so thankful that I was allowed into the operating room and hold my son as he “fell asleep.” I was the last face he saw and the first when he awoke and that meant a lot to me. I tell you, it goes thru the h...