Ryan’s Friday Night Funnies…and Miracle Watch 10/30/20

I finally did it! I bought a new pair of shoes with memory foam insoles. No more forgetting why I walked into the kitchen.     If you’re paying $3 for a bottle of Smart Water, it’s not working.    For me, golf is the adult version of an Easter egg hunt.    When you’re dead, you don’t know you’re dead. The pain is only felt by others. The same thing happens when you’re stupid.    Accidentally rubbed ketchup in my eyes…now I have Heinzsight.    What’s the best way to cook alligator? In a croc pot.    People who confuse the words “burro” and “burrow”, don’t know their ass from a hole in the ground.    And, last but not least…Try to remember, the greener grass across the fence may be due to a septic tank issue.

Ryan’s Miracle Watch 10/29/20

Yesterday, I pulled a double shift because the afternoon nurse called off. So, I planned on doing today what I had planned to do yesterday afternoon, only to have this afternoon’s nurse (different nurse) call off as well. Either way, I win. Either I get a planned task done, or get to spend more time with Ryan. Sometimes life throws us curveballs, so we should learn how to hit them…

Ryan’s Miracle Watch 10/27/20

PG&E shut power off in our area the past two days due to high winds and fire danger. Unfortunately, when that happens, we lose the internet; which isn’t so bad. It’s nice not reading about politics, COVID, killer bees, mass shootings, and the like. Anyway, the last two days were spent sitting quietly with Ryan contemplating life. We started reading a book written by one of my former pastors, who is now a fulltime chaplain to first-responders in our county. The book is called “Used To Go To Church” by Nick Vleisides. It’s a good quick read, and I recommend it highly. We’ll be finishing it up tomorrow. Don’t worry, I won’t give away the ending…

Ryan’s Miracle Watch 10/22/20

It’s hard to believe (or is it?) we’ve been cooped up for the past 8 months. To return to life before COVID would be so nice, but I’m afraid it may never again be that way. Ah, the good old days. What’s even more difficult to believe, for me anyway, is that Ryan’s been cooped up for the past 9.5 years. To return to life before his incident would be so nice, but I’m afraid it may never again be that way…save a miracle from above. Ah, the good old days. Lord, Please heal my son. Amen

Ryan’s Miracle Watch 10/21/20

We took Ryan to get his, and our, flu shot/s this morning. It was painless; so much so that Ryan slept right through it. Go figure, the one time we take him on an outing, he’s not interested. Truth be told, I wasn’t that into it either. But, it needed to be done. They say you can’t get the flu from the shot, but it’s 50/50 whether or not I’ll get the flu from this shot, as I’ve gotten sick 50% of the time over the past 10 or so years just after getting one . Anyway, it’s not about me…my hope/prayer for Ryan is he’s protected. Please pray this to be so for him. Be kind to one another out there…

Ryan’s Miracle Watch 10/20/20

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul. It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul. My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!— My sin, not in part but the whole, Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more, Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live: If Jordan above me shall roll, No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul. But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait, The sky, not the grave, is our goal; Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord! Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul! And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll; The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, Even so, it is well with my soul. – Horatio Spafford 1873