A Resolution Already Foiled

Yesterday, New Year's Day, I was all set to kick off 2013 with my "return" to bosomundheit, but Time Warner Cable foiled my plans with an unexpected outage of cable, Internet, and telephone; one of the cons to bundling?

Twas the season for spotty blog posts -- a bosomundheit hiatus of sorts, I guess. It did give me some time to reflect on what this blog has meant to me the last seven months. And, on New Year's Day for Auld Lang Syne, I went back and read some of my early posts, which resulted in a strange, disconnected "did-I-really-go-through-that?" sort of feeling. Weird.

Twas also a season for big and small miracles.
In early December, our home church was asked to pray for a young student from Harambee Christian School who was undergoing treatment for a horrible affliction called Stevens-Johnson syndrome, a deadly skin disease. Not only is it a life-threatening condition, it's almost always terribly disfiguring and some cases result in blindness. The miracle? This young boy defied the odds and was home for Christmas with comparatively minimal impact to his face -- a total reversal of what the doctors anticipated just a couple of weeks earlier. God's touch.

A much smaller miracle by comparison, but still significant in my wee world, is resolution of the conflict over the attack on Sedona. Things were pointing toward me having to take them to court for the $1,000, but my heart wasn't in it. Instead (again after lots of prayer) I wrote them a letter, explained a bit about my life the last 13 years, what it's meant to live on our street, and the benefit of being able to call on good neighbors. Of course there was more, including wanting a guarantee that they would keep their dog away from my girl. Upshot: a bag of cookies for me, homemade treats for Sedona and a heartfelt note that reassured me they were sincere about Sedona's safety. God's presence.