This blog is one of the many examples that show my Mother's obedience to her Heavenly Father:
Anyone that knows my Mother, knows that she is a Godly, Christian lady. I was always taken to church by my parents, along with my sister, Teresa, and we were always there when the doors were open. She taught Sunday School, and throughout the years has held various roles within the church. When I was very young, my Mother had noticed that the "soft spot" as it is often referred to, on my head had closed up, and this was premature. She called the doctor and he asked her to bring me in so that I could be examined. (I had no idea what was going on because I was very young, and don't remember any of this.)
After meeting and being examined by the doctor a few times, he then suggested that they take me to see a specialist in Atlanta, Georgia. The doctor there examined me and did a few simple diagnostic tests on me. I had what was called "Cranialsynostosis". It is the premature closure of one or more of the joints between the bones of the skull resulting in a malformed head, which may lead to an increase in intra-cranial pressure and consequential brain damage. The doctor informed my Mother and Father that there was good news and bad news. The good news was that it could be fixed by surgery. The bad news was that there was a very good chance that I could die on the operating table. My Mother and Father had a lot to discuss on their drive back to South Carolina. Neither wanted to have the surgery because of the risk, but they also didn't want me to grow up having a head shaped like a football. (Yes, that is what the doctor said it would look like without surgery.)
One day as my Mother was sweeping her bedroom floor and praying to God about what she should do, she heard a very distinct voice say to her "Do not have the surgery. Your child will be fine." It was in that very moment that she knew it was God speaking to her. She went and told my Father what just happened. She obeyed God, and as an obedient child of God, she trusted Him. She and my Father called the doctor the next day and told him that they did not want to have the surgery on me. I have never had any learning disabilities, and my head is not malformed. I thank my Mother for being obedient to God, and for trusting Him. I thank my God for a praying and loving Mother.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
A GPS Story
I had planned a trip to go "home" and visit my family for the weekend. My husband had purchased a GPS and wanted me to get in the habit of using it just in case I needed it. Well, I didn't need it to get home as I already had this trip memorized, but reluctantly gave it a try. James gave me the basics of how to use it. After the demonstration, I stored it in the console because I would not be needing it for a few hours. When I finally got ready for my trip home, I pulled the GPS out of the console, and set it up as he had demonstrated. Then, I pushed "on", attached it to the windshield, adjusted it, etc. Now, I was ready to start my five and a half-hour journey. One of the things I do like about the GPS is that it would calculate what time I SHOULD arrive at my destination. The time it showed was approximately 5:30.
Everything was going great! I was about 30 miles from my last and final big interstate and that is the last interstate I have to get on in order to get home. Then...I saw a sign that read "I-385 Closed. Detour ahead." First off, I panicked because I-385 was closed, and secondly I do not like "detours"!! I followed a detour before and it got me lost so that is why I don't care for detours. Ok, I calmed down somewhat because I still had my GPS with me. It then told me to take Exit 54. I thought okay, GPS is going to get me around all of this and get me to my destination. I followed the GPS directions, (which by the way, my hubby had programmed it to use its Donald Duck voice, so I had Donald giving me directions), and did as Donald told me to do. I turned on this road, and that road, made a sharp turn here, etc. Then, the next direction it gives me is to turn right. WRONG!!!! It was trying to put me on I-385, but this part of 385 is the part that the construction crews were working on, plus there was a black garbage bag placed over the 385 sign, which obviously means that one cannot use this road! Being that I had no other choice, I simply drove by it. Donald Duck apparently recognizes this and says to me, "Turn around Stupid." Not nice! I turned around and drove right back by it, and again he says to me "Turn around, Stupid". He told me that about three times. By this time, I was panicking because I did not know where I was, only that I was in a town called Ora, and secondly, the GPS could not help me. So, yes, I panicked. First instinct, CALL JAMES. I called him, crying and upset; I was out in the middle of "tim-buck-tu" and had no earthly idea how to get back to I-26 because I was told to take all of these "back roads". Bless his heart, he knows how upset I get when I get lost, and he tried to calm me down. At one time, I had him in my ear and Donald talking in the other. He could hear Donald giving me directions to "Turn around, Stupid", and found it comical...although I didn't know it was comical to him until after I arrived home. He asked me if I could not go back the way I came. No, because I don't remember all of the backroads that Donald took me on. At this point, the GPS was trying to locate the road I was on so it had to find Ora, too. (I don't know if it found it or not, because I reached up and turned it off). I was ready to throw Donald and his calling me "Stupid" out the window, but didn't want to throw nearly $200.00 away, so I put it back in the console. My wonderful hubby stayed with me on the phone until I found I-26. Then, I was fine because I knew how to get to my destination. So, a trip that started off putting me at my destination at 5:30, really wound up arriving at my destination at 6:15.
So, the moral of this story is: Although a GPS device is a wonderful tool, a quote from Father Mouse from one of my favorite holiday movies"don't quite know everything, now, do you?"
Everything was going great! I was about 30 miles from my last and final big interstate and that is the last interstate I have to get on in order to get home. Then...I saw a sign that read "I-385 Closed. Detour ahead." First off, I panicked because I-385 was closed, and secondly I do not like "detours"!! I followed a detour before and it got me lost so that is why I don't care for detours. Ok, I calmed down somewhat because I still had my GPS with me. It then told me to take Exit 54. I thought okay, GPS is going to get me around all of this and get me to my destination. I followed the GPS directions, (which by the way, my hubby had programmed it to use its Donald Duck voice, so I had Donald giving me directions), and did as Donald told me to do. I turned on this road, and that road, made a sharp turn here, etc. Then, the next direction it gives me is to turn right. WRONG!!!! It was trying to put me on I-385, but this part of 385 is the part that the construction crews were working on, plus there was a black garbage bag placed over the 385 sign, which obviously means that one cannot use this road! Being that I had no other choice, I simply drove by it. Donald Duck apparently recognizes this and says to me, "Turn around Stupid." Not nice! I turned around and drove right back by it, and again he says to me "Turn around, Stupid". He told me that about three times. By this time, I was panicking because I did not know where I was, only that I was in a town called Ora, and secondly, the GPS could not help me. So, yes, I panicked. First instinct, CALL JAMES. I called him, crying and upset; I was out in the middle of "tim-buck-tu" and had no earthly idea how to get back to I-26 because I was told to take all of these "back roads". Bless his heart, he knows how upset I get when I get lost, and he tried to calm me down. At one time, I had him in my ear and Donald talking in the other. He could hear Donald giving me directions to "Turn around, Stupid", and found it comical...although I didn't know it was comical to him until after I arrived home. He asked me if I could not go back the way I came. No, because I don't remember all of the backroads that Donald took me on. At this point, the GPS was trying to locate the road I was on so it had to find Ora, too. (I don't know if it found it or not, because I reached up and turned it off). I was ready to throw Donald and his calling me "Stupid" out the window, but didn't want to throw nearly $200.00 away, so I put it back in the console. My wonderful hubby stayed with me on the phone until I found I-26. Then, I was fine because I knew how to get to my destination. So, a trip that started off putting me at my destination at 5:30, really wound up arriving at my destination at 6:15.
So, the moral of this story is: Although a GPS device is a wonderful tool, a quote from Father Mouse from one of my favorite holiday movies"don't quite know everything, now, do you?"
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