On Saturday, I wrote an update and thought things were going pretty good. Oh sure, I had pain, oba daut wia goot uet'too'hoolen. Or in english, I thought I could easily handle the pain. Well, Sunday was even more fuerte. That's spanish for intense or very strong. I got up and sat or stood in order to get the muscles stretched, which I hoped would ease the pain. It was 10 a.m. when I resorted to more pills. Remember that, I have to be careful I don't take too many pain killers to close together. So that's why I need to watch the clock.
      Anyway, I stayed home from church and with the help of John Funk, we connected together on Skype and Esther and I, listened to the Blumenort Mennonite Church morning worship service. Esther was here with me and we listened to reading of the announcements, the Scripture and the message by Dave Rempel. It was neat to be able to be part of the BMC worship service in this way. I would like to do this again.
      At 11 a.m. I got a text from my son, who simply said "dad I love you". When he got home later I asked him why 11 a.m.? He said that when he left for Church, he had seen me in a lot of pain and so he had prayed for me. Rather than leave it at that, he decided to cheer me up by sending me a short text. It was awesome to tell him that it was at 11 a.m. that the pain began leaving my body and by the time our kids got home from church, my pain was under control and stayed that way for the rest of Sunday. Thank you Lord.
      Sunday afternoon was a calm and peaceful afternoon at our place. Matthew, Lisa and Kristina were also here in the afternoon and we had the opportunity to discuss the worship service, among other things. In the afternoon Matthew and Kristina watched the tennis playoff match between Nadal and Jokovich, while I read a book and wrote some letters on my MacBook. 
      I am thankful for the letters and phone calls that come to us. I'm still trying to figure out how best to handle the calls and when might be a good time to respond. One day last week Peter from Plum Coulee called and wanted to talk to me, but right when he called was not a good time. So I called him back the next day when I was a bit stronger, in less pain, and not so short of breath. He had time for me and it was good to connect again after many months.
     God is still at work in my life. He challenges me every day to trust in him; to not lean on my own understanding; to realize that his ways are higher than my ways and his thoughts higher than my thoughts; that His love is longer and wider, higher and deeper than I can fathom; and that HE loves me. Just read that verse for yourself in John 3:16.
     Well, that wraps things up for the weekend, on this 30th day of January. I'll try and post something back up here real soon.    Carl.