May, 2010 — Since my accident, now nine months on, I’ve noticed quite a few times that I lose track of time. I’m not talking about clock time. I’m talking about calendar time. The month. The date. The year. The day. I suppose it could be because I spent quite a few weeks away fromContinue reading “God in the Checkbook, or Quicken’s Silver Lining”
Monthly Archives: January 2014
Fearfully and Wonderfully Broken
On August 20, 2009, four years and five months ago, I enjoyed my last two-wheeled bike ride and experienced a real life-changer. Now a C7 tetraplegic, paralyzed from the mid-chest down, I have grown in my appreciation for God’s grace and mercy (after all, I could’ve been killed or much more profoundly injured). I haveContinue reading “Fearfully and Wonderfully Broken”
Got Gum?
Tap, tap, tap went a small finger on his shoulder. The finger’s owner proclaimed in a slightly too loud voice, “Found a new flavor, Mr. H. — Stride Minty-Melon!” He broke off his chat with some relatively unimportant adult and turned to see Chloe, his almost always first post-church-announcement visitor. She would stop by toContinue reading “Got Gum?”
Father of the Bride Toast 2 — Heidel-McFadden Wedding Reception
Heidel-McFadden Wedding Reception Historic Fairfax County Courthouse August 17, 2013 Good evening. I trust and hope everyone is enjoying their meal having a good time. Alice and I are happy to welcome you, and grateful for your participation in this joyful happy celebration of Allie’s marriage to Kenneth. This week and at other times, IContinue reading “Father of the Bride Toast 2 — Heidel-McFadden Wedding Reception”
Spare Not the Rods — Fishing and Other Capon Musings
For several years, we have vacationed in West Virginia, at a location beloved by my wife’s mom and dad, which was the venue for their fiftieth wedding anniversary celebration in 1994. That year was our first visit, and we celebrated the occasion with my wife’s sisters and their families. We look forward to these annualContinue reading “Spare Not the Rods — Fishing and Other Capon Musings”
Map Maker, Compass, Walking Stick and Guide
Though our emotional journies may wind through rugged terrain and barren sadness, God formed that terrain, He is map maker, compass, walking stick and guide. He gives grace often and most generously as we look to, trust in, and lean heavily upon Him. Psalms 25:12,14 — Who is the man who fears the Lord? Him will he instruct inContinue reading “Map Maker, Compass, Walking Stick and Guide”
Father of the Bride Toast — Heidel-McFadden Rehearsal Dinner
Heidel-McFadden Rehearsal Dinner Maggiano’s, Tysons Galleria August 16, 2013 I was asked by Allie a few weeks ago to offer up the Father of the Bride Toast at tomorrow’s wedding reception, and had already been thinking of what I might say on this rehearsal dinner occasion. In order to avoid being branded and ill-prepared andContinue reading “Father of the Bride Toast — Heidel-McFadden Rehearsal Dinner”
Dominoes, Pigs, Vacuums, and Providence Unfolded
An adaptation of some early December correspondences, and a follow up to our January 7th post of a similar name. In August 2013, I learned that a long-present (since the Spring of 2012) sacral-coccyx (think rear end) pressure sore, to which we wheelchair-rangers are especially susceptible, had deepened to a critical point. I had beenContinue reading “Dominoes, Pigs, Vacuums, and Providence Unfolded”
Four Years On
August 20th. Feeling dull today. THE day. Four years on. Saw it coming. Should be purposeful in some deliberate direction. Should be laying my Ebenezer here or there, or going back to visit one. No real inclination. Knackered. For nervous earlier weeks and frantic days, I’d ridden the joyful rising emotional currents of Allie’s muchContinue reading “Four Years On”
Passing This Along: Why Are Drivers So Angry At Cyclists?
Cyclists, ride in heavy motorized traffic areas? Motorists, drive routes frequented by cyclists? Others, know anyone in these groups? Read on. Though the deed’s been done, so to speak, I still read articles like the one linked below with interest. Partly cathartic. Partly wanting the cyclists among us to realize they are piloting vehicles overContinue reading “Passing This Along: Why Are Drivers So Angry At Cyclists?”
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