Where Has the Love Gone?

I'm finally feeling somewhat better, so I'm going to start writing on some weightier matters -- just some things that keep going around in this little head of mine.

Another title for today could be "Where Are the True Christians?" That is not intended to imply that I think everyone I meet is going to Hell. Rather, I am wondering where I can find people who are Christ-like, which is the definition of the word Christian.

Supposedly, they're at the churches. I've attended church (Independent, Fundamental Baptist) all my life, and I can attest that assumption is not always true. People will come up, smile politely and ask, "How are you?" Most of the time, though, they really don't want to know. Case in point:

A while back, I was out of church for a few weeks due to illness. I listened to the services on the radio and heard my name mentioned for prayer several times. It could, therefore, be assumed that the church congregation, particularly the leaders, knew of my illenss. The first or second Sunday I was back at church, a man who is both a deacon and a Sunday school teacher came up to me, smiled politely, and asked, "How are you doing?" When I responded that I wasn't doing so well, you would have thought I had just shot his dog. A look of horror replaced his smile, and I was made to feel that I had just committed a faux pas. (Excuse me for thinking he really wanted to know!) Since then, I have always responded to that question with, "I'm fine"; and I've often noticed the other person actually start to walk away before the answer was even out of my mouth.

According to I Corinthians 13:13, "Now abideth faith, hope and charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity." It seems like the love is draining away from Christians. How then can we ever expect to win the lost? Romans 2:4 says that it is the goodness of God that leads men to repentance. How are the lost to see God's goodness but through His people? If we're not even being loving toward our own, how can we expect to show the love of God to a lost and dying world?

Feeling Better -- FINALLY!!

I'm finally feeling much better. Yesterday I was feeling so bad I was sure I had a sinus infection. Now, I'm thinking it's just the common cold and will be gone shortly. I am still planning to go to the doctor tomorrow, though, because I promised my mother-in-law I would.

I have a lot of things on my mind that I'd like to start writing about in here, but I think I'd better wait until I'm well so that my thoughts will be more coherent. Stay tuned -- it's bound to get interesting one of these days.

I am SICK!!!

This is Pearl when she was about 10 weeks old. She's now almost 7 months old and looks pretty much the same, except a little bigger.

Yesterday I was just a little sniffly and sneezy. Today, I am SICK!! Last night, my temp went to 101.5 which is very dangerous for me. Because of my heart condition, any time my temp reaches 102, I'm supposed to go straight to the ER. It was a little to close for comfort last night. Although I'm not running a fever today, I opted to stay home to rest and keep out of the cold air. I won't be able to go to the hospital to visit Louise today because a cold is the last thing she needs at this point.

It's definitely cold and flu season!!!

I can definitively aver that it is cold and flu season. I am sick as a dog!!! I know I caught it from Audrey since we share a desk, phone, keyboard, etc.; but I had fun yesterday accusing my sister-in-law of giving it to me. I haven't had much fun at all today, since I'm all sniffly and sneezy. I did, however manage to make it to work, and I have only about an hour left of this drudgery. Then, I can either go home and take a quick nap before picking Sam up from school; or I can go to the hospital to check in on my mother-in-law.

Speaking of my mother-in-law, she's doing better. She got up and walked 3 steps forward and 3 steps backward yesterday afternoon. She is determined to make a quick recovery, and we are all praying that she does.

First Post

This is my first post on here. I've never been good at keeping up a blog or even at keeping a diary when I was young. I'm going to try to mend my ways and do good at this one.

Yesterday, my mother-in-law had surgery to repair the hip she broke the day before when she tripped on her dog's chain and fell. We praise God that she made it through the surgery fine and is in good spirits. As she tends to be a negative person, my prayer is that she will be able to stay positive, as that will aid the healing process.

Sam was quite upset about the whole ordeal. He said, "I've already lost one Grandma; I don't want to lose another one." He was hard to convince that a broken hip isn't as serious as the breast cancer that claimed my mom.

Scott is taking it much better than I had expected. He is such a tender-hearted man; and he is very close to his mom. I pray that God will help me be the right kind of wife for him, especially during this time.

Little Girl was terribly upset Monday, as she seemed to know that she had caused her Mommy to get hurt. She spent the night with us that night, and between her and Pearl, we didn't get much sleep at all.

Pearl is a little dear, as always.