What Goes Around

I hate going to the doctor for ladies.  HATE HATE HATE  It has always been my least favorite thing to do.  I would rather jump out of a plane.  But yesterday I had to go.  Every 5 years I have to visit the torture chamber and my time was up.  I tell myself to imagine I am being tortured for Christ.  Well I realized yesterday that I will not survive being tortured for Christ. I chose a doctor based on her picture on the hospital website as to who looked the nicest.  Well, when I called to make the appointment the doctor wasn't available, so I just took whoever they gave me.  She looked nice when I saw her.  And really, she was nice.  But she wasn't gentle.  And being gentle is more important to me in this position. I explained to the doctor what I needed done and she told me that usually they do it under anesthesia.  But I told her that I had done it twice without being put under and I knew it would cost a lot more, so...

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I am reading a Brennan Manning book right now and really enjoying it.  It is a daily devotional called "The Rabbi's Heartbeat".  One of the first lessons is on our shame and God's love.  It really spoke to me.  Here is just one line from the book.     "God loves who we really are - whether we like it or not, and calls us to come out of hiding into a safe place." Last week I posted something on Facebook that shocked people.  I just wrote about poop.  To me it is no big deal and even funny.  I mean, we all poop.  But someone thought it was inappropriate and asked me to remove it.  I was a bit surprised at this and thought maybe she was joking in asking me to remove it.  But she was serious.  I didn't mind removing it because I don't want to offend people and it is really no big deal.  But I am surprised how it made me feel.  I felt shame.  Like I did something wrong. Shame is a familiar feeling that rais...

When we left India to go to Thailand (see post below) there was an interesting observation I made at the immigration counter.  There were two ladies who were in complete burqas that covered their face down to their feet.  I asked our immigration officer how they deal with burqas.  The immigration lady said with a laugh, "We need to figure that out still."  They just let them go right on through without matching their passport to their face.  I immediately thought about how easy it would be to traffick people to other countries.  It also seems like a security violation.  And an easy way for criminals to leave the country.

We went to Thailand over the holidays to renew our visa and to visit our besties there.  LOVE LOVE LOVE Thailand!  We stayed at a cheapo hotel (because I am the one who books our hotel) and it came with a free fish foot spa.  That was a highlight of our first few days.  We all laughed at the tickle that came when the fish kissed our feet.  Then we took a 10 hour bus ride to Chiang Mai that turned into a 14 hour ride, arriving at 4AM.  We got to listen to loud Thai movies most of the ride.  We stopped once for a potty break and a food break.  I ate something very spicy and got back on the bus.  We arrived exhausted. Steve does more activities then I do.  He and Micah went and played airsoft with our friends.  Steve went out to a pub to listen to a jazz band or something.  Then he rented a motorcycle and went on a day trip in the mountain with the guys.  He bought some honey, but we never got to try it since it broke in M...