Today

We're missing the concert anyway. OK, this is the thing about guys -- well, my guy -- he can't sit and do nothing. So Thursday he putzed around the house and church more than he should have. And Friday he went with me and the kids to the park, and instead of sitting he lifted and pushed and played, and then came home and did the lawn. And this morning he did the lawn and cleaned the church. But it actually wasn't the work that caused us to miss the concert.

Diabetes is a horrible disease. I believe it is the cause of his heart problem, though the doctors can't pinpoint that for sure. But if sugar levels are not carefully controlled and often run higher than they should, the disease will quickly wreak havoc with the body. It's very difficult to get the levels to stay low. And they were right where they should have been an hour before we were to leave, but he's not used to them being where they should be. He often runs quite higher. So even though his levels were perfect, he was weak and shaky. He decided, very reluctantly, that he didn't want to battle himself PLUS the 46,000 or so other, mostly drunk, people at the concert. So I found two friends willing to go, and even willing to reimburse me for the cost, which was sweet. I asked them to bring him home a t-shirt. They sent a text message that they are thoroughly enjoying themselves. Hubby is sad.

But he's outside with the kids, relaxing for at least a little bit, on this absolutely beautiful day.

If you think of us, pray to the Great Physician to pour out his strength on DH, that he might grow in this discipline of taking care of himself. (Philippians 4:13)

In Christ Alone,
Barb