A daily account of my life from the last four days.

On Wednesday Steven invited some friends over to ride horses and I, figuring I wouldn’t hesitate if it was Karin asking, agreed to help him. We were all a little surprised when these “friends” were both two pretty girls. He got his fair share of teasing after that! Neither of them had really ridden a horse before, so I had to be pretty thorough with teaching them how to ride, but after one hour they were both able to walk, trot, and canter Larry with an adequate amount of control. After they went home, I dressed up, picked up Grandma and Jessica, and left for church. The sermon was nice, though, by now I hardly remember what it was about. The ministers left the pulpit and we began chatting amongst ourselves happily and I see Tom Rieker coming toward me. He asks me if I drove my white Kia to church and I replied with a nod and an exasperated, “Did I leave my lights on AGAIN?” He assured me I hadn’t, but gave me the news that my back right tire is extremely flat. Luckily my uncle, Jozsef came to the rescue to change it and we were able to come home at a decent hour. Oh bother, just one more thing to worry about.

For school on Thursday we took a quick quiz and then learned that the rest of the day would be devoted to this “Barriers” experience thing. We all got scenarios that read something along the lines of this: “You are a 43 year old who has fractured her left leg due to a fall on ice. You have been given axillary crutches and orders for none weight bearing on that leg. You have left your phone in you car and need to go fetch it. On your way back you need to use the restroom. Don’t forget to wash your hands!” So, we fitted ourselves with our crutches, walkers, wheelchairs, and canes and headed out into the community to struggle with doors, stairs, and sidewalk curbs and to get funny looks. It was really an eye opener to see how people with disabilities are treated.

Friday I had the day off, and though I woke up that morning with very little planned, by the time we came home from the walk, I was up to my eyeballs in business. I needed to clean my own home for money to spend in Gulf Shores, so I started that promptly at 8. Then at 1 I started working on my art project which took 2 hours. I was supposed to depict a perfect day in three parts: afternoon, morning, and evening.

While I painted, my wonderful dad offered to take my car to get the tire fixed as he had a dentist appointment anyway. I was rather dissappointed when he came home with a bill for 180.00 and told me the tire couldn’t be fixed and the other needed to be replaced. EEK! That will put a strain on my finances for sure. At least I will have all new tires for the winter. Well, I didn’t have much time to worry about money because following Dad were Anni and Ryan which meant that in thirty minutes I needed to be leaving to meet at the church at 7:30 for Operation Christmas Child. This is a lovely service in which people from all around buy gifts to fill a shoe box with and send them out to poor kids in other countries. We had a great turnout as most of the Young group came.

From there I left a little early to go to Morton. Their young group was doing a similar project and I was invited to join them. We met at the Funk’s house after shopping at wal-mart to wrap gifts, eat some really good food, and play Dutch Blitz.

Saturday, (Don’t worry, this is the last day I’m going to write about) I slept in till 7:30 (Shocking, I know). When I woke up I had some coffee and read the Bible and got to work putting together my costume for the parade. Judy and her Friesians were invited to ride in the Chilicothe Christmas Parade. As much as I love getting on a horse in a pretty outfit and riding in front of a great crowd, the day turned out to be long, cold, and quite exhausting. I think it was worth it though. After all, I had the best behaved horse of them all, though maybe not the prettiest: Ribbon is an old pro at these things and was such a sweetheart through it all. I really like that big mare.

I came home after the parade with only about an hour of downtime before I was to go back to the church for our young group’s “Mystery Night”. These are always very fun and well attended. This mystery night was focused on the body of Christ. We arrived and were separated into groups of the mouth, hands, feet, heart, and nose and were sent off to do service projects such as writing letters to the sick, wrapping Bibles, etc. After wards we played games till all hours of the night and came home for a brief nights sleep. I must say, I think we all came away from that evening feeling as if it was the best mystery night yet!

November 16, 2010

 

If you are wondering, I haven’t updated this for a while simply because nothing of importance has happened lately. We are counting down the days until when Thanksgiving break begins and we start our mini vacation down to Gulf Shores, Alabama. Besides that the view from where I sit is rather dull.

I would like to express my thanks for all the sweet compliments on that video posted of Larry. Never did I think it would become so popular so I didn’t worry when I saw the video quality was very poor. Perhaps I will do another in the daylight and with a better camera, but I would hate to appear full of myself or my horse. We shall see.

Oh, there is some news, I went undercover as a paparazzi journalist and was able to capture these exclusive photos of the star himself. These cannot be found any place else!

Who doesn’t enjoy a good roll?

Catching up on Pictures

A couple days ago….Monday, I think, there was a gorgeous sunrise and I just had to get a picture. It sat on my memory card for days, neglected and forgotten. Here it is: Isn’t God and artist?

And, I took some photos of our Davidovics Thanksgiving party and forgot about them, so here they are:

This is Evie playing with one of my brothers toys

Zolie had a lot of fun playing with all our oddball decorations.

Mom and Aunette, our neighbor took care of dishes.

We had Kinga take family pictures of everyone.

Laurence Of Arabia

One day I was out in the field and saw Larry standing there, just waiting to be ridden and I could hardly stop my own urge to jump on. Unfortunately, his bridle was far away. Shrugging my shoulders I grabbed a bit of twine and decided I would just sit atop him and let him walk around by himself. Well, this I did, but soon became bored and tried to manipulated him by tugging on the twine around his neck. He responded beautifully. Before I knew it I was cantering him about with total control and with nothing but a bit of twine. The feeling was one of perfect harmony between myself and my old equine friend, Larry.

“The law of the Lord is perfect….”

Today was, in fact a lovely day thus far. It is Thursday, so I had to leave at 7:30 rather than 8:30, but no problem, I’m an early riser anyway. I spent some time this morning over a cup of coffee and in the Word. First I read in Zephaniah. It is one of the shorter books of the old testament and I finished it in no time. Still feeling spiritually hungry, and physically hungry, I made myself some toast and sat down with Psalm 19. First, I read over it quickly to get the gist of the psalm and was delighted to read about joy and God’s glory. One part stuck out to me and that was verses 7-9:

“The law of the LORD is perfect, converting the soul: the testimony of the LORD is sure, making wise the simple.

The statutes of the LORD are right, rejoicing the heart: the commandment of the LORD is pure, enlightening the eyes.

The fear of the LORD is clean, enduring for ever: the judgments of the LORD are true and righteous altogether.”

I felt as though I needed to investigate this further instead of just skimming over as I do so many times. If you notice the phrases are put into two parts: the first a statement on the Lord, the second its effect on us. I wrote down definitions and worked on finding connections and did quite a few things to fully understand these verses. The result was a page full of words, arrows, scribbles, and what not, and as I stepped back to look, once again at the whole picture, I was filled with a desire to worship this Lord who’s commandments are pure, law is perfect, testimony is sure, fear is clean, and who is true and righteous altogether. I wondered at how I could ever resist rejoicing from my heart, having enlightened eyes, and being completely converted by Him. How marvelous is our Lord!

And, it was on that note that I left for school, earlier today than on Monday’s and Wednesday’s. We started class with a quiz which was a breeze. I must have been the only one who thought that because I was the first to turn it in and had to sit quietly for at least twenty minutes for the rest of the class to follow. During that twenty minutes I thought about those verses in psalms and wrote them down from memory in my notebook. I couldn’t help but send up prayers of worship as I let the verses from His word overwhelm my spirit and touch my heart. At one point I stopped and realized that a prayer was being answered just as I sat there. Earlier this week Philippians 4:8 was brought to my attention and I complained that it was too hard to always meditate on the pure, noble, just, lovely, etc. I found that in an effort to think of good things I would think of the things I should avoid thinking of and in doing so found myself thinking of just those things. It was just one of those trials that I had to give up to God, and plead for His help in the matter. Now, today, as I sat in class pondering the Psalms I was delighted to find that for twenty minutes I did nothing but meditate on godly things!

Anyway, for school we are learning gait training, so basically, how we would teach our patients how to use walkers, canes, crutches etc. We go through different scenarios and role play our way through them. It was a rather dull and laid back day and I can’t say much for it besides one small instance:

My partner and I were working on a scenario in which the patient (me) had surgery on their knee and could only put partial weight through that leg. The patient was to be going home that day and they needed to be fitted with crutches, taught how to use them on level surface and stairs with no railings. We went out into the stairwell as there is no room in the classroom. We were making our way down the stairs, my partner guarding me from the front and I, trying to be as realistic as possible limping down slowly, when the door to the stairwell opens and a man comes through. He had a terribly distressed look on his face and in a panicky tone asks if we need help. He must have felt very silly when I flung the crutches from beneath my arms and hopped on the stair and assured him we were only practicing. However silly the situation may have been I was touched to see that there are still compassionate people out there in the world. The remembrance of this event has been bringing smiles to my face all day.

Jodi’s wedding

I know many blog posts that start out with this line, and though I do hate to be repetitive, it is really the only thing I know to say right now: blogging is the last thing I should be doing right now. There I said it.

We just got back from our women’s volleyball league games. Amy had made us Team Meister tee shirts, each with our own names on them. They were so gorgeous that we just had to play well to do them justice. And that’s what we did, played very hard and ended up winning all six of the games. We all felt so victorious especially after coming off such a long day and having played so many games. We had to celebrate with ice cream at Mcdonalds. Snack sized mcflurries. Of course we all missed Karin so much. She was sick tonight.

The reason today was so long was because it was Jodi Keiser and Fred Lamen’s wedding today. Oh, I do so ever love a good wedding. The church is always full to the brim with people from at least 16 different churches all across america (I counted). Seeing the sanctuary packed is such a heart warming sight. And there is something about the atmosphere on wedding days. The very air just permeates festivity and joy. A sense of celebration can be seen on every smiling face as old friends are reunited and new friends are made all due to the joining of two very lovely and in love people. The most beautiful part however is just knowing that Jodi and Fred have already made a more important commitment in their lives, one to our Lord and Savior and Father and Friend Jesus Christ and because of that first relationship there can be great hope for this new one. I truly wish them every blessing.

Now, though I do love to see the church packed in such a special way, it was crazy trying to serve at lunch today. Well, first off, we got out of the first service and headed towards the lunch room to sit down and have a prayer before eating. With our heads bowed we listen as Mark Keiser, the father of the bride, blesses the food and all of the sudden an ear peircing siren blasts forth. I believe poor Mark was caught off guard, for he continued praying for a little before realizing what was going on. Then Tim Funk, the elder instructed that we all need to stay calm, and exit the building as there will be firetrucks on their way. Oh my word, why on this day! There had to be at least six hundred people in that church that were now to file out to the lawn calmly. Not to mention that it was lunch time and they were sure to be hungry. We got outside and after a few minutes told we could go back in. The word memorable came to mind. Poor Jodi and Fred, I bet that caused a little worry. But anyway, so that set the agenda for the day off a bit and I was to serve second shift. I didn’t know when that started now. I was talking and socializing when I looked at our table and mom, who was to serve with me was busy working away. Woops. I joined her and would for the next thirty or so minutes work non stop. I hadn’t had the chance to eat yet due to the crowds and was rushing around so much I had quite the dizzy spell at one point. A future doctor was sitting at the table and I thought if I pass out it wouldn’t be a big deal. Just kidding! That was just one of those silly scenarios that went through my head in all the business. Mom and I did worry some about being able to finish cleaning up in time for the wedding. Luckily we did make it in time to sing number 212 out of the Zions Harp (a real tear jerker and memory bringer upper of a song) and see the bridal party enter the sanctuary with all their smiles and tears and pure loveliness. Have I mentioned yet that I loooooove weddings?

So now I am trying to come back to earth and remember my everyday routine. I know I have school tomorrow, and, oh I cannot forget that quiz! It’s on the shoulder skeleton, joints, and muscles, a real doozy. Then there is the online classes that I have to take and I sure hope I have no tests coming up….

Porky the pig: th-th-th-th-That’s All Folks!

Random video

It was crazy