Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Reaping Songs of Joy

It was a much brighter day yesterday than we expected. The doctor at the hospital called, said Mom K was medically stable, and discharged her. She was moved back to her Nursing Home where she settled happily into her own bed, and promptly fell asleep. Arvo oversaw the transfer, and said she was relatively perky, ate well, and then slept deeply from the exhaustion of the ordeal. She sure has one indomitable will to live. We really didn't think she would survive this latest fall and surgery.

And there was another less dramatic but equally miraculous event yesterday. I successfully filled out all the paperwork, and enrolled my homeschooled tenth grader in the Community College for dual enrollment in high school/college for her last two years of high school. I have great hopes that this will be a wonderful experience for her, though I did take note of the college warning sign as I entered the registrar's office:
"Beware! Aggressive Geese."

I chuckled as I glanced at the sign and looked around for the dangerous geese. None were in sight. The sign beside the Aggressive Geese Warning said, "This is a weapon free zone."

Well now, I thought, that second sign is only true if one doesn't count the aggressive geese as weapons, but I think in the wrong hands, aggressive geese could be more dangerous than many other assault implements. You would think in the intellectual atmosphere of a college, they would see the irony of the two signs, side by side. I also noted there was a sign that said this was a tobacco free campus, for EVERYONE. I wondered if that meant the teachers had to drive to the nearby strip tease joint to have a smoke. As I chuckled at the signs, I saw many tattooed and heavily pierced bodies pass me by. This is going to be a whole lot different world for my homeschooled 15 year old, I thought. The dangerous geese might be the least of her eye opening adjustments.

Fortunately, she has a friend enrolling with her who will try to be in both the classes we register for, who is a very nice young man with a black belt in karate. I am confident that he is an adequate match for any goose. And most importantly, she goes forth bathed in much prayer. After our week of so much sorrow, broken bones, failing hearts, pain, and tears, it was nice to chuckle, and to remember that laughter too was created by God.

Psalm 126:2-3,5 (NIV)
Our mouths were filled with laughter, our tongues with songs of joy. Then it was said among the nations, “The Lord has done great things for them.” [3] The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy. [5] Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy.

-save a dog-

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