I talked with both Jeffrey’s nurse and social worker today. He had a rough morning and had to be sedated. After that, they said he watched television for a while. I had to fax a lot of paperwork to the hospital as well today. The world runs on paperwork.
That Sunday morning started out good and got even better during church. The Lord allowed another ‘chance encounter’ with someone who needed prayer and counsel. This time a single mother was outside the sanctuary, weeping and distraught. I was so grateful for the words to minister and was elated later when I saw her come inside and join the service.
I was feeling so ‘good’ in fact I prayed, “Oh Lord, don’t let me think I’m anyone special or that it is in me to restore or uplift anybody. Humble me Lord.” The last part of the prayer made me a bit nervous….
These letters have been on my mind for a while. If you haven’t gathered yet, my life has been spent in a number of different countries and they each have impacted me in unique ways, both painful and wonderful all in one. Bear with me as I process what each country means to me.
I’ve officially been done with school for two days and my damn keyboard has been sitting in the corner of my room.
I turned in a seminar paper. It was an analysis of La Chanson de Roland in which I highlighted the othering of Islam in relation to Christianity, the liminality of a character named Ganelon whose movement between Christian and Muslim spaces threatened the system of othering the Frankish Christians set up, and the ways in which the poem criticized the crusades even while privileging Christianity as always already right.