October 2, 2017
We’re praying for Las Vegas during this heartbreaking time. We’re especially praying
for families of victims and for all the survivors who will take many months to come
to grips with the events they witnessed. “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted . . .” Psalm 34:19
It’s been a bit of an unusual few days with the various members of the Smith family.
Last Tuesday, Steve drove to Charlotte for a heart procedure his dad had scheduled on Wednesday. (Ken had two blocked arteries; they were able to place a stent in one but the second one would have required a risky surgery so they didn’t do anything to it.)
Steve posted the above photo on Facebook and wrote:
My youngest brother, Jeff, and my dad. Dad woke up from the heart cath/ stent procedure and looked into the face of the female nurse attending him and said “I see an angel.” Classic Ken Smith.
Thursday morning, Steve flew from Charlotte to Florida to preach at the funeral of a favorite cousin of his. (More on that story in another post.)
The sadness of the visit was offset in part by the fact that his cousin lived just an hour from Nathan and Meagan so Steve has gotten to stay with them for the past several days.
Unfortunately, they have been having some challenging times at their house. Madison has pneumonia, Noah has a sinus and ear infection and Meagan has a bad case of bronchitis. And then late Saturday night, the air conditioning in their house broke–and it’s been in the 90’s in Florida.
So last night, they all moved themselves (Grandpa Steve included) to Meagan’s sister’s and brother-in-law’s house so that they could sleep in temps a few degrees below hot and hotter.
In the midst of all that was going on, Meagan still managed to cook delicious meals for the family—even while dealing with two sick kids and her own illness. She’s amazing!
Steve has so enjoyed spending time with Smithette One and Smithette Two.
Noah got a chance to show off his drum grooving skills to his grandpa, just another of the many ways he tries to be like his dad.
He loves anything tool-related.
While Steve was in town, Nathan made sure to get his help and expertise in a couple of things around the house–although at this particular moment, only Steve’s feet seem to be involved.
Noah finally decided to step aside to let his grandpa have a crack at it.
The funeral was yesterday; tomorrow Steve will fly back to Charlotte (where his car is) and then Wednesday, will drive the 7 hours home. I think this was the longest time we’ve ever been apart, except possibly a hospital-related time or two during Sarah’s treatment. I miss my fella!
I wanted to brag on a young man at Sarah’s college. Since she goes to Regent University, the administration has dubbed all the young men there as Regentlemen.
Yesterday afternoon, Sarah and I talked on the phone about 45 minutes. While this is totally unrelated to the story, midway through the conversation she said about a particular situation, “I was on tenterhooks.” I have never in my entire life heard anyone use that phrase in a conversation so I was quite impressed with my offspring.
At any rate, shortly after we hung up she texted to say she had tried to start her car to go get groceries but the battery was dead.
A Sunday afternoon with no one to help–I wasn’t sure what to tell her to do. She capably took matters into her own hands and posted a request on the Regent student-only Facebook page. Within a mere ten minutes, a ReGENT had showed up to help her.
Seeing this photo made my mama heart very happy.
While my mama heart is happy, my mama tummy–not so much.
I was up half the night with some weird stomach pains which haven’t yet gone away. I haven’t been able to eat much and have been in and out of bed all morning. I’m still trying to decide when (and if) I need to call the doctor. I can’t have the Sick Smiths in Florida having all the fun, can I?
So that’s the summation of The (Unusual) Days of our (Recent) Lives. I am about to head back to bed with my indefatigable canine sidekick.
See you back here soon.
Thrift stores, fuzzy socks
and conversing with my Yorkie
are all on the list of things I love.