Monthly Archives: September 2009

Happy Birthday Harry

Today is Harry’s birthday.  This year probably seems a little more special because of the difficulties he has had to endure.  But we do get to celebrate today knowing some good news.  Last week Harry went to the Ear, Nose and Throat doctor who told us that Harry made have had a growth spurt.  His windpipe seems to have widened and there is no sign of the constant wheezing that he had been experiencing since February.  We’re very thankful for this news.

Having watched Lucy and her cousins go from being 2 to 3 years old I know that Harry is about to go from being a baby to being a little boy.  It’s certainly bittersweet to watch your kids grow.  Every age so far has been better than the last but there are things that get left behind.  For Harry this is especially true because as he overcomes his challenges change sometimes comes very fast.  Little things go away so quick that only some weeks later do you realize that they disappeared.

One year ago we celebrated Harry’s first birthday with a measure of uncertainty.  We watched him stuff cake into his mouth that evening well aware that just weeks before he had experienced his first seizure.  Praise God that a year later those neurological difficulties seem to be well controlled with medicine.  Little did we know that as the year progressed Harry’s greatest struggle would have nothing to do with his Sturge-Weber (as far as we know right now) and he would end up in the pediatric ICU for almost 5 weeks with severe respiratory trouble.

I think I am approaching Harry’s third year taking nothing for granted.  Today we are thankful to God that we have him healthy and happy.  Harry is a constant reminder to me that no matter how much I try to protect my children they are ultimately in God’s hands.


A Picture for Labor Day

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I’m posting this so that if one of those month long blogging droughts occurs “Fried Butter” won’t be my first post.  Have a great Labor Day!


Fried Butter

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If you like fried food Savannah, GA is the place to be.  Fried chicken, fried seafood, fried vegetables and fried hushpuppies are standard fare.  Just this past Thursday I enjoyed some delicious fried pork chops.  And all of it is better dipped in a mayonnaise based sauce.  I’ve been a longtime fan of honey mustard.  Ranch is fine if there’s nothing else.  But these days there are so many creative sauces that one can hardly choose.  For a condiment lover like me the only option is to get one (or more) of each.

All of this is introduction though.  I couldn’t have imagined a line I wouldn’t cross when it comes to fried things.  Deep fried Twinkies, Oreos and Snickers are all fair game.  “When you bring my FRIED chicken fingers and french FRIED potatoes could you just drop that cup of honey mustard in the deep fryer before you bring it to my table for consistency?”

Here is a line even I might not be able to cross:  I give you fried butter.  WARNING: just reading this article may cause serious damage to your circulatory system.

UPDATE:  OK.  Also related to Savannah, apparently Paula Dean is already onto the concept here.


Loving God and Loving Others

There aren’t many books that I have read twice.  There are so many that I’d like to read that it is hard to imagine taking the time to read one more than once.  One major exception has been D.A. Carson’s A Call to Spiritual Reformation.  This book is about prayer and most of the chapters are devoted to the prayers of Paul in his epistles.  I like to be learning about prayer directly from the scriptures.  I’m reading it again right now.

Today I read the chapter about praying for others.  Carson spends several paragraphs discussing how our love for God and our love for others should go hand in hand in our praying.  I found this quote worth pondering:

“There is a danger of claiming high intimacy with God with fostering no intimacy with people; of testifying to deep love for Christ, while nurturing all kinds of petty jealousies and rivalries.  The apostle John puts it bluntly: ‘We love because He [God] first loved us.  If anyone says, I love God, yet hates his brother, he is a liar.  For anyone who does not love his brother, he is a liar.  For anyone who does not love his brother, whom he has seen, cannot love God, whom he has not seen.  And he has given is this command: Whoever loves God must also love his brother’” (I John 4:19-21).


Harry and the Laser Pt. 2

4:27 AM Erika and I are in bed awake so I turn off the alarm clock set for 4:30.

5:10  We’re headed to Memorial Hospital in two cars because I’m speaking in Chapel at Calvary Day School across the street from the hospital at 9:30.

5:30  We’re checking in at the Day Surgery counter.  I ask the woman helping us what time she got there.  “4:00 AM”.

5:45  We’re in a room with Elmo’s painted everywhere.  Harry is remarkably cheerful.  I’m feeling remarkably uncheerful; no coffee yet.

6:30  Still no coffee.  I decide to change the text for my chapel sermon.  Harry is wearing a hospital gown.  I’m wearing a Big Bird sticker.  Harry gets a dose of Versed.

6:45  The Versed kicks in.  Harry begins a 15 minute game of “peek-a-boo” that he finds even funnier 15 minutes later.  The game ends when he stumbles like a drunken sailor to the middle of the room and collapses…still playing peek-a-boo.

7:00  Harry is wheeled away from us still high as a kite.  Erika and I finally find coffee.  I begin trying to remember outline for new text.

7:30  The procedure is done.  Erika goes to the recovery room.

7:45  I get called back to a room where Harry will be discharged.  The Versed has worn off.  Harry is now just as mad as he was happy last time I saw him.  A nice nurse comes in and starts trying to say sweet baby talk things to him.  If looks could kill she’d be dead.

8:15  Harry gets to go home.  He looks much better than after his last procedures: less bruising and more redness like a rash. He might get to go to Puggles tomorrow night since he doesn’t look so scary. The doctor is very pleased with what he was able to do.

8:20  Day Surgery has valet parking.  Erika and Harry get wheeled out in an XXL wheel chair to our van waiting to go.  They meet up with Lucy at Grandaddy’s office and head home.