Nothin' much.

I see that it is many days since I have blogged. I keep waiting for something interesting to happen to me, to write about. Of course, when nothin' much is happening, that's okay, too. "No news is good news," you know.

I've spent the last ten or eleven days suffering with a lower back problem. This is not something I am used to--bless the Lord, I have not had the lower back problems (or other things, such as migraines) that plague so many people. Chronic pain? Not a part of my life.

I did something biggie to my back, tho'. I went to the chiropractor, who predicted four visits to get this in order. My first visit, I rated my pain 8-9, on a scale of 10. Yesterday, I told him it was down to a 3, with about 85% improvement. Praise the Lord for chiropractors! Non-invasive treatment, with alternating heat and ice did the trick. (okay, I did 'bout go through a bottle of ibuprofen..) My sister, who does essential oils, told me to rub lavender oil on the places where I had spasms. All good stuff! Today, I'm doing laundry--what a treat when I have been unable for going-on two weeks.

Other than that, we are at the time of year when things start to heat up, as far as the schedule goes. Blackeyed Susan's graduation, Alvin Fernald with his newly minted driver's permit. I have a huge problem with my new cellphone account, that I will have to fix face-to-face with someone. A flat tire on my van that I need to take care of today. All those things that take me out of the house anyway, and I'd rather be "spring cleaning."

But I've had my coffee, checked my facebook, and am ready to go! Have a wonderful Tuesday!!

My Daddy can fix anything.

I stole this facebook post from my friend Wende, who had spent some time in our church's prayer room:

"Comfy couch, soft fuzzy blanky, quiet prayer room and the best part: the Lord wrapping His arms around me, whispering to me to rest in Him. Just letting ya know the Prayer Room is all prayed up for those who are weary! Run to Him and He will give you rest."

Isn't that sweet? I especially love the phrase "the Prayer Room is all prayed up." Imagine if I get up extra early, with my coffee and my Bible, and have a precious time with the Lord. Then, when Honey gets up, I say, "the couch is all 'prayed up.' Come, and welcome!"

I had a dear friend many years ago, who told me that she always pictured herself climbing up into her Father's lap, in a big rocking chair, sharing her highs and lows, as well as her requests. Our four-year-olds have this down pat: Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! and running into his arms. Whatever the boo-boo, whatever the crisis, whatever the need, our little ones know where to run. And they don't waste any time doing it.

I know I'll be running to Him today. How about you?