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Watch out for the tender spots

The back of my hands look like I've been in a fight.  They are both gray-ish green and bruised.  These are the leftovers of IVs I've had put in in the last week.

Dear Husband is awaiting an appointment with a cardiologist, who is probably going to tell us what we already know: that Dear Husband's heart - through heredity - needs some loving care.  And possibly medical intervention.

Tallest Son skipped school today, with my permission.  His girlfriend broke up with him, and in my book, a broken heart is a good reason to say home from school and mope.  If he were a girl, I'd take home a pint of Ben and Jerry's at lunch time for him.  I'm taking him out for lunch instead.

Everything about our lives has been out of sorts for the past couple of weeks.  We've been seeing doctors way too much, I've been in terrible physical pain, our routines (rocky as they are) have gone completely out the window.  We're all walking around bruised and tired.  We feel beat up and lost that tenuous sense of control we carefully maintain - even though it is mostly an illusion.

Paul, in Galatians, tells us to bear one another's burdens.  Just before this, he teaches us about the fruits of the Holy Spirit:  love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.  I know that all these things are not "magic".  None of the problems we've been struggling with are going to disappear just because we're being nicer to each other.  But I do know that if we watch out for each other's tender spots, especially now, we can relieve each other of the entire burden.  We can watch out for the tender spots and lighten the load.

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