Here we go.....

Been waiting for a positive, somewhat happy morning to make my first post and this is it. Just finished another morning of painting on the outside of the old "addition" on the house. Call it Joshua's extreme makeover. Only painted for about an hour, but getting everything set and going up and down that ladder and getting it positioned isn't that easy when your old friend MS decides to help paint.

However, I got a good bit done. Of course there's tons more to do, but it's a start.

Also had a good evening last night - Braum's with Mark and a quick driveby dropoff at C&A's. Always fun to see those ladies (and that gent). They remind me of the precious gift of friendship every time we see each other.

Middle of the night, woke up thinking about that fellow that Jesus healed when his friends lowered him through the roof. After the ecstatic joy of being healed wore off (not sure if that took several days or a year), I wonder how he felt about life from then on. Did he look forward to each day as a literal gift from God, or was he worried about "what do I do now?" His identity had been in some way measured by his lack of mobility. Now that it was back, who the heck was he and what was he going to do with himself. Just a ponder that hit me in the middle of the night. Hmmmmm..... Wondering what it will be like when I get healed, either in this life or the next. To what degree has my self-image, and others image of me, been modified by my crutches and how will that change when I can walk?

Oh well, good enough for an old man on his first post.

TTFN.