Thursday
Jan182007
hard day's night
Thursday, January 18, 2007 at 02:53AM
As you can probably tell from my past few posts, this has been a difficult week in an already rough time. That, and I really, really love Clay Aiken.
It turns out our insurance company isn't going to cover the plumbing mess, though they'll help with the cleanup. (Jeers from the crowd!) Not sure how we're going to handle it yet, but we'll find a way.
I called Kenny to tell him I could take him to see his wife in the hospital, but I got a service message. I usually get that message when he's already at the hospital, so I figured he found another ride and I hoped it wasn't an ambulance.
It wasn't an ambulance, but he did get admitted to the ER, though I'm not sure why exactly. Both he and his wife are in the same hospital, though she doesn't know it. Kenny doesn't want her to worry.
I went over to their house to bring one of their puppies in from the cold. Noticing they didn't have food I went down the block to some friends' house and got some from a neighbor with a dog.
I already wrote about community so I won't blab on, but I am finding it in a new way this week. The dog food. The dinner Todd brought last night and Kara brought tonight cause they just wanted to help us out. Friends have ichatted and called offering to help with construction or cleanup. You guys have left comments and sent emails. I am grateful.
I'm in a bit of a rough spot now, but it will pass and I know this. Still, the community and our families have been such a support that I honestly don't know what we'd do without you all. I really don't.
Kenny doesn't have that support and what he's going through is infinitely harder. He's been having to lean on Paul and I a lot this month, and we are, relatively, the new guys on the block. (NGOTB)
He talks often of his loneliness. I was telling Alison tonight how I am feeling such guilt that the hectic craziness of my life keeps me from being a more present friend.
I hope to visit him tomorrow in the hospital. I'll keep you posted, but I'm going to move the blog along and pull the wheels out of the mud tomorrow in hopes of a little green grass.
It turns out our insurance company isn't going to cover the plumbing mess, though they'll help with the cleanup. (Jeers from the crowd!) Not sure how we're going to handle it yet, but we'll find a way.
I called Kenny to tell him I could take him to see his wife in the hospital, but I got a service message. I usually get that message when he's already at the hospital, so I figured he found another ride and I hoped it wasn't an ambulance.
It wasn't an ambulance, but he did get admitted to the ER, though I'm not sure why exactly. Both he and his wife are in the same hospital, though she doesn't know it. Kenny doesn't want her to worry.
I went over to their house to bring one of their puppies in from the cold. Noticing they didn't have food I went down the block to some friends' house and got some from a neighbor with a dog.
I already wrote about community so I won't blab on, but I am finding it in a new way this week. The dog food. The dinner Todd brought last night and Kara brought tonight cause they just wanted to help us out. Friends have ichatted and called offering to help with construction or cleanup. You guys have left comments and sent emails. I am grateful.
I'm in a bit of a rough spot now, but it will pass and I know this. Still, the community and our families have been such a support that I honestly don't know what we'd do without you all. I really don't.
Kenny doesn't have that support and what he's going through is infinitely harder. He's been having to lean on Paul and I a lot this month, and we are, relatively, the new guys on the block. (NGOTB)
He talks often of his loneliness. I was telling Alison tonight how I am feeling such guilt that the hectic craziness of my life keeps me from being a more present friend.
I hope to visit him tomorrow in the hospital. I'll keep you posted, but I'm going to move the blog along and pull the wheels out of the mud tomorrow in hopes of a little green grass.
Reader Comments (6)
Not grace to bar what is not bliss, nor flight from our distress but this, the grace that orders our trials and pain, then in the darkness is there to sustain........John Piper
i heard that a while ago in one of his online sermons and it has stuck with me through many of trials. i hope and pray that it will offer you the same encouragement as it has for my wife and i.
hey check out my poem...cant post it anywhere so myt just try it here... for commen ts instead heheheh
THE ART OF PRETENTION
written by michael anthony curan
the face behind the smile so fake
the blissful tone of an ugly daybreak
cringes deep inside my soul as i lay
awake
thinking of the people i deceived
through my friendly face....
noting every words that come out of my
mouth
every event that'll come ahead.
unnoticeable script behind every words
i said
who would believe everything's been
orchestrated?
i know somewhere someone down there
can feel and noticed the fraudness of
my fondness
but i my friend is the king of all
untruthfulness
so dubious you may be of my every
alibis
but sorry to tell you can never know
my truth from my lies....
copyright 2007 michaelanthonycuran
JANUARY 18,2007 6pm at LGY internet
cafe...
Hang on, brother. I'm praying for you.
praying for strength, peace, and provision during such a difficult time on so many fronts...
we're here dude. we love yall.
completely with you on feeling too hectic to show the love we really crave to. Its tough man, Im with you. I'll be prayin