Wednesday night. Happy Birthday, precious Lee Anne!!!
Rob had blood work done today — his white blood cell counts have plummeted, an expected result of last week’s chemo. What this means is that it’s important to keep a close eye on his temperature, avoid sneezing-people, and we all need to wash our hands a lot. Tomorrow Rob is scheduled for a PET scan, which will show what has happened to the tumor over the past month and a half. Then, on Friday we’ll go to Brooklyn to meet with another surgeon for a consult. Busy week.
Today is a special day in our family — Lee Anne’s birthday. Living in Asia, we became attuned to the Chinese tradition of each year being assigned to an animal, and it comes around on a 12 year cycle, which apparently is a convenient way to keep up with your age if you can’t add. Anyway, it is quite special when it’s your year, so there’s extra celebration when someone is 12, 24, 36, etc. Tomorrow is actually the first day of Chinese New Year, and it is the Year of the Rabbit — Lee Anne’s year.
Feb. 2nd is also Groundhog Day — as a child I remember being very interested in this day. If the groundhog came out and saw his shadow, it meant that winter was going to continue (I think, or was it the other way around?) because he got afraid of his shadow and scurried back underground. Surely he must have seen his shadow today, because I can’t imagine that winter will come to a speedy end this year!
The occasion of Lee Anne’s birth always causes me to stop and reflect on the immeasurable gift of life and how blessed I am, and each of us are, to have each day. It’s important to not take a single day for granted. It’s equally important to remember whose we are, keeping in perspective who and what is most valuable — that which is eternal — that is what matters the most. It’s easy to get wrapped up in our own plans, our own importance, and possibly leave God out of the equation altogether. At best, we may ask Him to bless us in our plans. However, in moments of utmost clarity, we must recognize where and how we fit into the big picture: we are the created, not the Creator. Our pastor in TX used to say, “There is a God, and I’m not Him!” Well said.
Isaiah 29:16 – He is the Potter, and he is certainly greater than you, the clay! Should the created thing say of the one who made it, “He didn’t make me”? Does a jar ever say, “The potter who made me is stupid”?