Did you miss me? You did? Oh, you did NOT. Well, that hurts my feelings a bit, but the co-dependent part of me still missed you!
I had back surgery at the beginning of last month, and it knocked me out more than I thought it would, and you know how it goes, the longer you don’t do something the harder it is to do it again. So, the longer I didn’t post something, the harder and scarier it was to think about posting something. I know, something’s wrong with me.
Anyway, here’s what happened in my life in the past month:
1.) I had back surgery. (I know I already told you that, but I’m looking for some sympathy here.) I was in a couple of car accidents (neither my fault, thank you very much) two years ago and have herniated discs as a result. So, I had the surgery. They knocked me out and went into my back in 6 spots with a little screwdriver looking thing and took some of the “disc material” out to help alleviate the pain. I woke up as I was being wheeled into recovery by 2 EMT’s (oh yeah, forgot to mention, their entire surgery staff are EMT’s by night, male EMT’s, which made for some pretty interesting recovery talk on my part) and said “What happened? Why couldn’t you do it?” and they said “You’re done.” This being put in twilight is amazing.
2.) We went to our family reunion, or “family nenunion” as my girl says, on my husband’s side. It was 3 days of eating the most ridiculously delicious fattening food and watching my girl get to know her ridiculously large extended family. I got to spend time with my sister-in-law and got to feed horses and cows and chickens, oh my, on my husband’s cousin’s farm. What happens in Southern Illinois stays in Southern Illinois. No, wait, I just told you everything that happened in Southern Illinois, scratch that.
(What? I’m supposed to get their permission BEFORE posting pictures of them on the internet? Oh, well, you know what I say when I do something without asking for permission first “It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.” And yes, I am embarrassed to admit that I’ve used that same stupid logic with Jesus before. Sorry Lord.) Anyway, had a great time with Uncle N. He’s really funny and also allows himself to be really vulnerable which always makes for a heart-warming combo.
It was really good. At the end of the book (and I’m not giving anything away here) he thanks Jesus for helping him become a better Jew. The irony of it is beautiful, and I think totally lost on the author. I love the Old Testament and love learning about the Jewish part of my faith. There are so many things that I, as a Gentile, would never fully understand without being taught by someone who knows the Old Testament as a Jew. For example, have you ever seen matzoh bread? You know, the unleavened stuff that is the only bread that God commands that Jews may eat at Passover. Okay, let me start from the beginning in case you don’t know. The original Passover was when God sent the Angel of Death to kill all the firstborn in Egypt as the 10th plague during the Exodus. God commands the Israelites to kill a lamb and spread the blood over their doorposts and that when the Angel sees the blood he will “pass over” their houses and their children will live. The Israelites then left Egypt in such a hurry that they didn’t have time for their bread to rise or leaven so every year at Passover they remember this time by eating unleavened bread. This would have been the same bread that Jesus was holding at the Last Supper (which is a term I hate because as Christians we believe that we’re going to have a chandelier-swinging, roof-raising, like-nothing-you’ve-ever seen Supper when the LORD returns for us, His bride, so there really is no such thing as the “Last” Supper, but I digress). So, anyway, this is the same bread that Jesus was holding when He said “This is my body.” Okay, so now to my point, have you ever seen this bread? It looks like this:
See how it’s striped? And pierced? This was the bread the Israelites first ate when God saved them the first time by the blood of the lamb. Makes the whole “This is my body” thing even more poignant, doesn’t it? Pierced and striped for our transgressions. He’s brilliant, isn’t He? So you can see why I’m in love with learning about everything I can about the Jewish faith, because it speaks so loudly about my Savior.
Yeah, the Starbuck’s Pumpkin Spice Latte is back.
And so am I.