This year’s Heidel Holiday card is placidly inattentive to 2020’s global virulence and U.S. political throes, themes of which we were daily and painfully aware. If you squint and count carefully, you will see a new grandbaby and a new in-law. Daughter One added a son, and so we welcomed grandbabyboy #5. Daughter Four wasContinue reading “2020 Heidel Holiday Greetings”
As with much that God has for us, things are not always as they seem.
Our Physiology Is A Cosmos For the body does not consist of one member but of many. If the foot should say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,” that would not make it any less a part of the body. And if the ear should say, “Because IContinue reading “Our Physiology Is A Cosmos”
Psalm 16:5-8 — The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup; you hold my lot.The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance. I bless the Lord who gives me counsel; in the night also my heart instructs me. I have set the Lord always before me; becauseContinue reading “Portions, Lots, Lines and Pleasant Places”
We await a smaller mob than most years – we’ll have 15 around the table. I cite a link to our Thanksgiving experience in 2009 I hope you’ll enjoy: https://wheeledwords.wordpress.com/category/gettin-by-lifestyle-changes-greater-independence/himalayan-expeditions-wheelchair-travel/ But also happy to step out of the way of my good friend, Frank Smith III, a far more gifted writer than I am, whoContinue reading “Blackberries, Or Bushes Afire?”
There was a post come from the Celestial City, with matter of great importance . . . . A one time copy center manager, he’d been asked by a neighbor to print invitations to a special, multi-decades-marking natal celebration. “Why not?” he thought. “Just 25 color prints. A small favor, really.” Plus, it would giveContinue reading “Beloved of God. Ruby Shod.”
Hah-hah! Anyone have a line on wheelchair wash and wear? Colostomy-chic? Perhaps A-line appliance-wearer active wear?
A year ago, on my 4th “Accidentiversary,” and just three days after my daughter’s wedding, I wrote a quick ditty because ditty’s should be quickly written on significant annual occasions. On that day (the written-ditty day), I regretted not having done anything that involved precision event planning, caterered sterno-heated foods, lots of people, happy jocularContinue reading “Five Years On”
“The mercy of God.” / Meditate a little on this mercy of the Lord . . . a cordial to your drooping spirits; a golden ointment to your bleeding wounds; a heavenly bandage to your broken bones; a royal chariot for your weary feet; a bosom of love for your trembling heart. It is manifoldContinue reading “Passing This Along . . . Thank You, Mr. Spurgeon”
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”