Well, Here it is....

THE ONLY BRACE FACE PICTURE, for soon, they will be no more :o)

Hope...that someday, it will in fact, stop raining?

Life is good :)

What can I say: its been a while, but life is good, God is great.

During clinical I had the opportunity of observing the preparation of an elderly woman who was 4 hours post death. As she lay there totally organic and lifeless smelling of something foul I have never before breathed, I was calm. I realized that some day my body would be lying in the same state, dead. I looked closely at the woman's eyes which remained visible as her lids remained a little open (as did her mouth), and I even held her stiff, cold hand; it was a surreal experience. But, I'm totally okay with this, actually aside from the smell I was totally excited. I am relieved that I have a Saviour and faith that contains hope of eternal life, for with out it, this experience would have been mortifying.

In other news, the count down is on:

33 days till my last exam is complete,
44 days until I hop on a plane for Tonga and New Zealand,
98 days until I am reunited with my family and head for Disneyland and,

most importantly,
16 days till the brace face comes off,

p.s. rigamorgis is very interesting!

I've thought a lot lately about God's faithfulness. I have cried to God explaining away my pathetic state accentuating the need for God to reach out to me "for a change." I rationalize that I am in no position to be running to him, rather he must come find me, pick me out of the slum and carry me to a safe secure place. And yet, with my stubborn demands, my God has done just this.

I have not broken in years. Yet many occasions for brokenness have occurred since any last confession of brokenness. The last time I broke I was in War college, others were holding my hands in the air as Moses's when he no longer had the strength for the battle to be won. So much has been left "undone" because God has carried me out of the slum. He has been more than faithful and I am in awe of the blessings he is pouring out over my head, and my family's. Now that I am standing on my own two feet, I recognize that now is a time for brokenness, because standing with out it is an image of deceit. Moses stood, yet others supported him in his exhaustion. I fear brokenness and as a result, I avoid God or anyone who would keep me accountable because now its my turn to play a part in my rescue from sin.

so many words--but pride keeps me silent.