Happy New Year
It is New Year's Eve. We aren't giving a party and weren't invited to one. No big deal. Big parties are expensive and stressful even though they are fun. So, here we sit watching the Chick-fil-A bowl and lamenting Georgia Tech's dismal performance. Hopefully Alabama will do alI right in the Sugar Bowl, but we have to wait two more days to see. I built a fire, but it just made it cozy - snuggling cozy. We ate a nice dinner and even had a drink, but I'm not sure we will make it to midnight. Alan is already drowsing; I think he'll be snoring in about 15 minutes, maybe even before I finish this post.
Last year we went to see Trans-Siberian Orchestra on New Year's Eve. It was awesome. I missed them this year. The New Year's Alabama last won a National Championship we spent at the beach. That was cool, but it was 1993 (?). The truth is we are not party animals at all. We note the passing of each year as one that finds us still alive and still surviving all that life throws at us. We try to make it to midnight, but if we stay up, we are conked out at 12:01.
This past year has been hard. Very hard. First, there was my midlife crisis move to the Freshman Campus. Then, my move back to Bumpus. Admitting you're wrong is hard to do. Then, Tracey's escapades have left us with permanently gray hair and broken hearts. Finally, Alan's stroke/not stroke and the seeming miracle we were given with his full recovery.
I won't be sad to see 2008 move on. I am looking for 2009. The great thing about a new year is it gives us an opportunity to try to be better people. It gives us an opportunity to leave behind that which has dragged us down while we take with us what we have learned. It is on this note I will end.
I learned that there are miracles. When Alan was laying in that hospital, completely paralyzed on his left side, I put my hands on his arm and looked to heaven. I just said, "Lord, I can't deal with this. I have had enough. I need you to take this from me. I need you to heal him." That's it. It's all I said. Then I sat in the chair next to the bed, buried my face in my hands and felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. When I next looked up, his left hand was up in the air. He had raised the hand he couldn't move. And soon, the rest of his left side started to move too. And in 48 hours he was back to normal. There is no doubt God answered my prayer and that we got a miracle, especially since the doctors could find no evidence of a stroke. They don't know what happened. Well, I believe it do. And, so I shall forever believe in miracles.
That's a good way to start a new year.
Last year we went to see Trans-Siberian Orchestra on New Year's Eve. It was awesome. I missed them this year. The New Year's Alabama last won a National Championship we spent at the beach. That was cool, but it was 1993 (?). The truth is we are not party animals at all. We note the passing of each year as one that finds us still alive and still surviving all that life throws at us. We try to make it to midnight, but if we stay up, we are conked out at 12:01.
This past year has been hard. Very hard. First, there was my midlife crisis move to the Freshman Campus. Then, my move back to Bumpus. Admitting you're wrong is hard to do. Then, Tracey's escapades have left us with permanently gray hair and broken hearts. Finally, Alan's stroke/not stroke and the seeming miracle we were given with his full recovery.
I won't be sad to see 2008 move on. I am looking for 2009. The great thing about a new year is it gives us an opportunity to try to be better people. It gives us an opportunity to leave behind that which has dragged us down while we take with us what we have learned. It is on this note I will end.
I learned that there are miracles. When Alan was laying in that hospital, completely paralyzed on his left side, I put my hands on his arm and looked to heaven. I just said, "Lord, I can't deal with this. I have had enough. I need you to take this from me. I need you to heal him." That's it. It's all I said. Then I sat in the chair next to the bed, buried my face in my hands and felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. When I next looked up, his left hand was up in the air. He had raised the hand he couldn't move. And soon, the rest of his left side started to move too. And in 48 hours he was back to normal. There is no doubt God answered my prayer and that we got a miracle, especially since the doctors could find no evidence of a stroke. They don't know what happened. Well, I believe it do. And, so I shall forever believe in miracles.
That's a good way to start a new year.
posted by Mrs. J @ 10:10 PM
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