General stuff

I have had a tough time keeping up with blogging and reading while learning to be a family of six, but when Steve took off for Israel I took a vacation.
I am back because Steve is back. His trip was life changing and I am loving his stories.
I finished Isaiah last week and it was a different read this time. In the past as I have read it I have seen an angry vengeful God. This time I saw a broken hearted Father. Take a week and read it slowly with that perspective, and have a great week.

This one's for Steve

Our lifestyle is Biblical, annoying, but Biblical.
I am still reading through the Bible. On December 31st I will declare victory, and hopefully start all over again.
Today, James 4:13 & 14 hit me square between the eyes. "Now listen, you who say, 'Today or tomorrow, we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.' Why you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes, Instead, you ought to say, 'If it is the Lord's will, we will live and do this or that.'"
We have been living that way since 1978. I got a lung infection in the Willamette Valley, and then later, while living in Hawaii, my lungs were further damaged by the volcanos.
Chemicals set off asthma, and while we know some of the offending chemicals, others remain a mystery. We never know what or when my asthma will be triggered. This has made public places scary. Perfumes and colognes are usually good for an attack. We gave up on back to school nights after Steve had to pick me up of the sidewalk, literally. We hadn't even gotten inside and the perfume was overwhelming.
I am often reminded of Pigpen from the Peanuts cartoons. A puffy cloud of filth followed him where ever he went. Why do women, (and some men) think it is okay to have a huge, pink, puffy cloud of perfume follow in their wake?
Anyway, back to the verse. Because I have no idea when my asthma will be triggered, planning to do things has become a source of frustration. Too many times we have gone somewhere, only to have to get back in the car, (often after I hit the floor, use the inhaler and an epi-pen) and head back home.
It has become so ingrained in our lifestyle that we rarely plan anything, and when we do, we always have Plan B. We even built a house last year, that is safe for me. Special paint, finishes and other details made it possible and I am so grateful.
It would be nice to plan a vacation and go. It's been a while.
I love you Sweeton.