thehereandafter

Last nite, my husband, daughter and I were searching for some special people on facebook. We found a resident that was a vital part of our lives when my daughter was in the ICU @ MCG. Angela is her name and we have always referred to her as "Dr. Angela". Even after three years out from the date of the accident, Dr. Angela comes into our conversations quite often. We talk about her between ourselves pulling little details from the time she was part of the intense time in the ICU. Both Amanda and I have also repeatedly spoke of her at our Patient Family Advisor's meetings that we attend @ the hospital. Dr. Angela came into our lives at the very beginning of Amanda's accident. She was and is smart, confident, compassionate, pretty, and unique. She was the first intern/resident that I had ever seen who wore cowboy boots with their scrubs. I also remember a furry vest that she wore several times over her scrubs (the accident was at the end of January). Of course, the boo...

When I started this blog way back when, I was trying to figure out where my life was going. I have muddled my way through the children going off to college, myself going to college, losing all my Serotonin and becoming a zombie, my daughter having two bad accidents (one almost costing her life), my son getting married, my husband losing his job and being unemployed for almost a year, and finally my mother breaking three vertebrate in her back and struggling to get healed. I sure didn’t expect all these trials, in fact, I was concerned that I wouldn’t grow and stretch and that life would be a big void. Well, the void part certainly didn’t happen! After some of the dust settled following my daughter’s accident, I had a thirst to hone in on my purpose in this part of my life. I felt as if we were going through so much that I wanted and needed not just to get through life but to live it with purpose….as much purpose as I had when I was raising my children and home schooling them. I found t...

This week most of us are busy thinking about our Easter preparations. If you are a list maker, you probably have several lists by now. Even if are not a list maker I’m sure you have made several mental lists. There is a lot to think about, a lot to ponder…every thing from food for Easter dinner to clothing for the family to items to fill the Easter baskets. This week will be spent lost in a sea of thought and busyness preparing for a full blown spring celebration. Take an hour or two think about what Jesus might be doing this week. After his triumphant procession into Jerusalem, opposition started to mount and Jesus knew his death was coming soon. I’m positive he spent many, many hours in heartfelt prayer with his Father drawing strength. He would need it to shore himself up to the Father for the “week ahead”. We know what the week before Easter holds for most of us but let me remind you what it held for Jesus. He was very busy teaching his disciples, some who knew his true identity so...

I grew up in a family when you were called every name but your own. I have three sisters and all our first names start with T’s so it was normal for Mama or Daddy to be calling to you and call down the list of siblings until they hit on the right one. We always thought it was very funny and jokingly gave Mama and Daddy a hard time about it. As for my daughter, Amanda, forgetting her name is another thing. My daddy had a senior moment recently when he was speaking to us. He was busy, distracted, and tired. In the middle of his sentence he grappled for Amanda’s name, waved his hand in her direction, shook his head, and then with frustration in his voice referred to her as “what’s   her name”.   Amanda was very hurt with her Grandpa. She shared with me that it would not have bothered her if he had called her by one of the other granddaughter’s names but to be just “what’s her name” …what’s with that!? Thank goodness, Amanda and her granpie have a very close relationship and now i...

As Christians, we have heard over and over how special each and every one of us are. How God himself choose us, has a plan for us, and gave his life for us. Yet, we are human, and at times, can't help but judge our worth by looking at the lives and talents of others. Sometimes I feel that I have no purpose in life, that I have not accomplished anything that is of any importance. Oh, I know that I have been a stay-at-home mother and wife and that is important, but what have I REALLY DONE?! Having the world swirl around me, I begin to doubt that God is using me...after all I don't have a degree, little less a masters, I don't have a career outside my home (I always have to remind everyone that being a full-time wife and mother is a career) or even a home business that brings in a paycheck, I am not up to receive any awards, and I am not a facilitator or leader for any groups, studies, or projects. All these things are accomplishments to be proud of and very good...I'm jus...

Two days ago someone told me about a conversation they had with a friend. She told me that religion came up in the conversation and how badly their talk went. They are both committed Christians and very close friends. The person I was talking to told me that, with that person, she will probably not broach that subject again. I then shared this conversation with my daughter and the first words she uttered were that you should never bring up religion with your friends. She has decided, from experience, talking about your faith with friends only causes problems. And they weren't even talking about different religions...they were discussing their christian faith. This isn't the first time I have heard this. Have others of you had this experience? What is the world is wrong with us as Christians that we can't talk about what should be our heart and soul? And especially with friends who are other believers? What is wrong with our brotherhood/sisterhood in Christ if we can't...

Last month was the 3 rd year anniversary of my daughter’s near fatal accident. The healing physically, mentally and spiritually for all of us continues and each day is more precious than the last. There are still some days my memories are so vivid that I feel like the accident and the prayers that were so desperately prayed happened just yesterday. The desire for my daughter’s life and her healing were all consuming, just as they would be for any parent. As I go back over the urgent prayers, the all-consuming desire for my daughter to live, and the pleading with the doctors to do all they could, I now rejoice in not just her life but her healing.   I know, also, that God is rejoicing in her healing…God rejoices when any of his children are healed! Our Lord wants each and every person, young or old to be healed, to be whole, and to be able to praise him just as I do now. ““ You restored me to health and let me live. Surely it was for my benefit that I suffered such anguish. In your...