New-Year’s Observations

Rather than make New-Years resolutions this year I have decided, instead, to share some humorous New-Years observations I have recently made.  Observation #1

We have a corner in our back yard that I like to think of as a small bit of Idaho forest, including three tall Bull pines with wild grasses and wildflowers in the spring. Of course a family of grey squirrels, a family of red squirrels and at times a family of six California quail jostle over who really owns the “forest.”

We also see as many as thirty or more doves, mostly during morning and evening hours, out there like a barnyard full of chickens pecking away at the Audubon bird seed we supply for them through the late fall and winter months. To add to this, most of the time we will have up to fifty or more sparrows of various kinds sitting in the trees or strutting around among the other birds, pecking away at the seed on the ground and in two bird feeders hanging from Sheppard’s hooks.

We thank the Lord for allowing us to enjoy the critters that come to visit and feed. This morning Sue reminded me how many sparrows there were and how God cares for each individual one. The scripture teaches:

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. (Matthew 10:29-31. NIV.)

So what I’m saying is, when you get down in the dumps, wondering if God even remembers who or where you are, go out and watch the small birds for a while and learn this lesson; our Heavenly Father values you, one of His own children, above many sparrows, even to know how many individual hairs are on your head. Wouldn’t you think, then, that He certainly loves you so much that He cares about all of your needs and desires, your pains and troubles, your worries and fears?

Observation #2

In mid December I had a slight “issue” with my heart. Technically it could be called a heart attack but the way the doctor put it, small artery blockage, small problem. He further said that it was minor enough that in a week or so I wouldn’t even know it had happened.

The real problem, however, was that the “issue” caused my heart doctor to want to run me through several additional tests. Those tests, spaced over three weeks, included more EKG’s, two different CT’s, two heart cath’s (one right groin, one left arm) and a nuclear stress test. I’ve been on meds for a-fib since 2002, so all of the tests were negatively affected by my irregular heart beat and other problems with my wandering arteries, therefore not able to provide my doctor with much valuable info. Need I go on?

So what did I observe about all this? First, on the lighter side, as an older ex-army nurse said, “if you want to sleep, don’t go to the hospital, go to jail!” It seemed that every night, beginning after midnight, the night-shift nurses would party half the night. I couldn’t see the festivities nor join in but they seemed to be having a ball of a time. I’m sure, though, that there was only cake and coffee at the parties.

But on a more serious note I have again realized that my Father in Heaven cares deeply about me as one of His children (more than many sparrows) and even if things here on earth are not perfect, like our health, they will be when we get to heaven.

Final Observation

Finally I have come to realize that many modern medications have ridiculous names impossible to pronounce, more than likely because almost all names that could possibly be imagined have already been thought up. Names like Xarelto, Pradaxa and Eliquis. It’s like learning a language spoken only by space creatures from another world. To combat this medical name insanity I suggest you make up your own name for the meds, names you can more easily remember. The new name I have given Xeralto is Zero-toes, Pradaxa I’ve renamed Pterodactyl (or Dinosaur for short) and Eliquis has now become Eloquent. For the fun of it let us know any new names you have come up with for your own medications.

Lord bless you throughout this new year,

Carl and Sue

PS And don’t forget to laugh a lot.

About Carl Peters

Carl Peters set his hand and heart to write in the early ‘90s, producing three novels and one novella through those years. Due to discouragement and a business venture or two, he put his love for words, and his novels, on the shelf for a few years. Midway through the last decade Carl, then in his mid 60s, made the decision to again take up the electronic pen, dust off the old manuscripts, and spin the merry go round one more time, this time reaching eager readers through the marvel and openness of digital publishing. Several years ago Carl lost his sweet wife of 47 years to cancer. The road would have been hard and lonely without her, had it not been for their five children and nine grandchildren, who have both comforted him and kept him running at full speed! On January 12th, 2011 the Lord brought Carl a sweet new bride. This pair is as opposite as “night and day” (oh my, a cliche) but with the Lord between them, holding their hands, they are perfect for one another! More about this couple in their blog and also in a forthcoming novel. And life goes on.
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