Not a good weekend! I think that Krl and I both are suffering form some type of bug although it is hard to tell with Krl's IBS/digestive disorder. As for me I KNOW I am fighting a bad bug. Stomach and abdominal cramps, mad dashes to the "little entrepreneur" room and quick decisions as to which end faces where!

I don't feel well, but I labored through my weekend duties. Errands and grocery store! Been there, done that. Krl's situation is different. I am already in trouble and know I can't work my way out until she decides to let me, so I have a tale to tell!

Krl's doctor has been out for two months. He had a procedure of some sort and has been recuperating. A month ago Krl ran out of all her medications and went in for an appointment. She had to see an alternate physician who in short was a hurry up and count the money jerk! He didn't even fill all her meds and when she called the following day, he wanted her to come back for another office visit to get the one he overlooked. He finally did give her a thirty day supply of her anti-depressant which lasted into this past week. Now she is out of it. I am puny. Recipe for disaster! She hasn't slept in the last three nights and has done her level best to keep me from sleeping as well. Add to this, the fact that she has this idea that when I return from the store and step through the door, she needs to take the bags I am carrying, which occurred yesterday one of which she dropped that had two quart jars of dill pickles (which broke),and this was the high point of the day. She stepped on glass, I didn't' respond appropriately and it was down hill from there. While my response wasn't what I might have hoped, I didn't stoop to bringing her family into it (for a change). Add to this the daylight saving time change (which I am also blamed for) and I knew she wasn't going to make church or Sunday school. Krl made a statement that always bothers me. "I can't believe you can act like that and then go to church."

I go to church not because I think I am perfect, I go because I know I am imperfect. I need it. I need the out pouring of forgiveness, of God's mercy, of God's grace seeping out of the seams.

So with that said I will attempt to reclaim our weekend.

Final four, only one that I like is still alive. Go NC! I had hoped that Louisville would prevail over Illinois. I find many similarities with Coach Pitino. He talks of rededicating himself after the Celtic debacle and his PHD. I too have my PHD. I too am Poor, Hungry, and Driven!

FATHER, thank YOU for all YOU do! FATHER take control. Its up to YOU to reclaim this weekend. Temper me. Tether me. Work in me. I continue to lift up Krl for her health concerns. I pray for Hag, for B., for Lillie, for Carol, for Michelle, for Aimee, for Ashlyn Kate, for Jennifer, for Tj, for Anna, for Jess, for Ed, for Tori, for those still recuperating from the accident. I ask YOUR healing and comfort for them. I pray for those grieving from loss. I pray especially for those grieving for John Paul. I ask YOUR comfort for all of these and I thank and praise YOU for the things JP accomplished and influenced. I pray for our spiritual family and our leaders. I lay it all at YOUR feet.