Behind every good man is a greater woman. I believe that's how the old saying goes or somethig similar.
As some of you may know I have several spots on my lungs that if these new meds they have me on don't work than I will only have a few months to live and surgery is not an option. However I believe in the great physician up in heaven to take care of me because I know he still makes house calls!
Now let's get back to business, when I got diagnosed with leukemia in August of 09' everything in our life went a little stir crazy. It happened so fast what were we going to do. What about Morgan? Every thought possible ran through our heads. However one person though thrown off gaurd stayed focused and did what we needed to do. (notice I said what we need to do) From that day on she has been a rock. Oh yeah she has her times when she gets down but they don't last long because she always comes back swinging. Swinging harder than before.
You see I'm the one who is sick,but she goes through it with me every step of the way. What more could I ask for. She has a job, she cooks (just a little), she cleans, she takes care of me. Checking all lab levels, ct scans, and x-rays not to mention listen to me moan and grown and she always makes sure to chase the Dr.'s down when we have questions. When we get home out of the hospital her "to do" multiplies. Now she has to take care of me and Morgan. Let's see there's get Morgan up and ready, fix breakfast,come home and either cleans or takes a short nap before night shift,and this is all done while I'm asking for this and that.
She is beautiful and funny, although at times she's a taskmaster, which is good for me. I love to watch her laugh and sing especially with Morgan. She loves to scrapbook when shes has time, which we haven't had much time for lately. I know that most of you all know who this person is but you don't always get to know what they do in a day. The woman who stands along side of me is my best friend and wife Kelli Robinette.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
There's no place like Home
Well as most of you would agree there is no place like home. I have been gone from home for about 7 months over the past two years. I've not wanted to be gone that long, I didn't ask or wish to be gone that long, so why have I been gone that long? The only one who can answer me that is God. So whenever I get to heaven one of the first things I will do is ask, why did you keep me away from home for so long? I wish I was like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and I could just click my red sparkly shoes together 3 times and say,"There's no place like home". (except I would wear red zigs) However we don't live in a world so simple.
Why do I have to be away from Morgan for so long? Why does Kelli have to be gone for so long? Kelli has been with me every step of the way. That's not fair to her or Morgan, however they have been troopers through it all. My daughter misses her parents and doesn't understand why her friends always have their parents around but she doesn't. It's not fair to my mother who has dropped her life to come to Beckley and pretty much raise my kid. That's not fair. None of this is fair and why is it me feeling all the responsibility? I know what you are going to say, "It's not your fault Jeff, you didn't ask to be sick", and you're right I never did ask to be sick. So why is this happening to me and my family?
You see, I know God has this all worked out. He knows how this story is going to end. He knows the roads I'm going to take, even before I take them. He doesn't even need a Garmin or Tom Tom to know where where I'm going. I do wish he would clue me in a little bit though, because at times I freak out and I feel like I've taken a wrong turn somewhere. I've felt like that a lot here lately but then the Lord has me pull into a rest stop. That gives me time to get back on the right road. This weekend my church family decided to have a day of prayer and fasting for me. I was totally blown away but it was definitely the thing I needed to refuel. Somewhere back home, I have all these people who are lifting me to God. Most of these people I know but there are some who I have never heard of. Why are these people praying for me? They don't know me. They do it because they're trying to keep me on the right road and because as Christians, doesn't God teach us to help one another and to lean on one another. You see, we are all one big family who loves and cares about one another and just like any other family, they come to help when another family member is hurting or just needs a hand.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, it really hurts to be gone away from home for so long, but I have learned that God knew where you where going even before you did and when things seem at their lowest, there is always family (church and relative) that will take care of you and lift you up to God. So next time you are away from home for a long time, lean on your church family and give hurts over to God. He won't let you get lost and He will always point you in the right directon because, There's no place like Home.
Why do I have to be away from Morgan for so long? Why does Kelli have to be gone for so long? Kelli has been with me every step of the way. That's not fair to her or Morgan, however they have been troopers through it all. My daughter misses her parents and doesn't understand why her friends always have their parents around but she doesn't. It's not fair to my mother who has dropped her life to come to Beckley and pretty much raise my kid. That's not fair. None of this is fair and why is it me feeling all the responsibility? I know what you are going to say, "It's not your fault Jeff, you didn't ask to be sick", and you're right I never did ask to be sick. So why is this happening to me and my family?
You see, I know God has this all worked out. He knows how this story is going to end. He knows the roads I'm going to take, even before I take them. He doesn't even need a Garmin or Tom Tom to know where where I'm going. I do wish he would clue me in a little bit though, because at times I freak out and I feel like I've taken a wrong turn somewhere. I've felt like that a lot here lately but then the Lord has me pull into a rest stop. That gives me time to get back on the right road. This weekend my church family decided to have a day of prayer and fasting for me. I was totally blown away but it was definitely the thing I needed to refuel. Somewhere back home, I have all these people who are lifting me to God. Most of these people I know but there are some who I have never heard of. Why are these people praying for me? They don't know me. They do it because they're trying to keep me on the right road and because as Christians, doesn't God teach us to help one another and to lean on one another. You see, we are all one big family who loves and cares about one another and just like any other family, they come to help when another family member is hurting or just needs a hand.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, it really hurts to be gone away from home for so long, but I have learned that God knew where you where going even before you did and when things seem at their lowest, there is always family (church and relative) that will take care of you and lift you up to God. So next time you are away from home for a long time, lean on your church family and give hurts over to God. He won't let you get lost and He will always point you in the right directon because, There's no place like Home.
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