Saturday, April 7, 2012

Hospital fun and the Pneumonia blues



I am all about those in-depth versions of the Bible... my very favorite is the amplified, but sometimes it makes me smile to read those versions that sound like they were interpreted by a little kid wearing OshKosh B'gosh overalls...
The simplicity is refreshing:


"If you are cheerful,
you feel good;
 if you are sad, you hurt all over" 

proverbs 17:22 (Contemporary English Version)

So true, right!?
Who's for writing an Osh Kosh version of the Bible?
Vote here:
         ___Yes     ___No, I'm mean  ;-)

The past season of life has been trying.  So often, I have experienced deferred hope and a lot of pain, but I am setting my heart to hope in God- come mountain or valley.  So in honor of that verse...here is a light-hearted blog post that will hopefully make you not, "hurt all over" :-)

I recently had the honor of staying in the 5-star resort of St. Mary's hospital in the beautiful and budding, Langhorne, PA. I would recommend this specific room of the lovely bed and breakfast to take care of all of your heart's desires: the cardiology wing.

Here is a short video blog of me with my personal R2D2 robot.  I am thinking of writing a comic strip entitled, The Adventures of I.V. girl, where the young girl is taken over by her I.V. and heart monitor, and she escapes from the hospital - wreaking havoc on the town.  Then she is picked with another young boy from her district to be tributes, and they are forced to enter the Arena and fight to the....wait?
Hunger Games shout out ;-)

video

When I was finally diagnosed with walking pneumonia, I did what anyone who has walking pneumonia does when they can't sleep and its 4:00 a.m....I recorded myself singing on my phone.  Bummer...I don't know how to upload it here :-(
 
On a more serious note-

This verse has been so close to my heart lately and I thought I'd share...
Happy Easter Everyone.  There is one great love- and He gladly, willingly did this for us:

Isaiah 53:2-6






There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance,
    nothing to attract us to him.
He was despised and rejected—
    a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief.
We turned our backs on him and looked the other way.
    He was despised, and we did not care.
Yet it was our weaknesses he carried;
    it was our sorrows that weighed him down.
And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God,
    a punishment for his own sins!
But he was pierced for our rebellion,
    crushed for our sins.
He was beaten so we could be whole.
    He was whipped so we could be healed.
All of us, like sheep, have strayed away.
    We have left God’s paths to follow our own.
Yet the Lord laid on him
    the sins of us all.