Friends, it's amazing how the tragedy of the loss of my Bible cover has so quickly dissipated. What has caused my sadness to flee, you ask? Well, it is the overwhelming pride that has filled my heart over the quick thinking and acting of my son, Tom Jr.
You see, we were at a church ice cream social last night to welcome back our Pastor who has been on sabbatical in the Netherlands for some much needed time away with his family there. The junior choir had just sung for us and Brother Van Oosterhert was making his way up to the front to share a message in music. He came late and had apparently just eaten an olive burger, so had popped a Wilhelmina peppermint into his mouth. Well, wouldn't you know - that peppermint lodged in his throat and he began to choke. But oh friends, thanks to my son, Brother Van Oosterhert is still with us today. My Tom Jr. wasted no time in running to the front of the sanctuary and performing the Heimlich maneuver on this dear man who by this time had turned a horrid purplish color. His poor wife, Jeanne was just beside herself at the organ, but as soon as the peppermint came flying out of Roy's mouth, Jeanne wasted no time in breaking into an impromptu performance of the Hallelujah Chorus. (She really has quite a way with the Hammond.) The peppermint unfortunately hit our youth pastor in the back of the head, but no injury there, praise the Lord.
I am just so tickled with my boy! The Ottawa Advance has already contacted us about doing a feature story! I may have to run to Meijer and pick up a nice new sportshirt for him ... I'm quite sure they will want to take pictures.
Anyone else have a bragging story on their children? I would love to hear them!
Blessings,
Bonnie
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Sunday, July 8, 2007
What is this world coming to?
Oh friends,
I am so sorry that I have not blogged in a such a long time. I have been really quite distraught over my missing Bible cover. I know it seems like a small thing, but I am a Thomas Kincade collector and this was a special lighthouse edition that they no longer manufacture.
And - shock of all shocks - my dear friend told me that she thought she saw it hanging from Calvin's Crossing (for you out-of-towners, this is the walkway over the East Beltline that connects that fancy new conference center to the rest of the college.) So my husband Tom and our son Tom Jr. took a drive over there late last night and sure enough, there it was. Dangling over the Beltline. I am sorry to report that it was very badly damaged from exposure to the sun and rain. So much so that I was not able to repair it. I could not bear to throw it into the trash, though, so I have decided to salvage what I can from it and craft a pillow cover for the recliner in my bedroom.
Friends, what kind of young person would perform such a cruel joke? I have been inconsolable since my Toms arrived home with the bad news last night, and - I'm sorry to admit - I have been hitting the Dutch Sangria pretty hard. Tom is just letting me be. I think he knows that is best for the whole family right now. (Thankfully there were still a few frozen meals left over from my once-a-month-cooking kick in the Spring.) I even stayed home from church today, and I haven't missed church since I threw my back out planting hostas when we moved into Summerset 7 years ago.
I think I am feeling a bit better this afternoon, though. Better enough to blog. But it will be a long time before I am able to drive down the Beltline again. And I sure as hell won't be walking Calvin's Crossing for a few years.
Please feel free to put me on your local church's prayer list.
Blessings,
Bonnie
I am so sorry that I have not blogged in a such a long time. I have been really quite distraught over my missing Bible cover. I know it seems like a small thing, but I am a Thomas Kincade collector and this was a special lighthouse edition that they no longer manufacture.
And - shock of all shocks - my dear friend told me that she thought she saw it hanging from Calvin's Crossing (for you out-of-towners, this is the walkway over the East Beltline that connects that fancy new conference center to the rest of the college.) So my husband Tom and our son Tom Jr. took a drive over there late last night and sure enough, there it was. Dangling over the Beltline. I am sorry to report that it was very badly damaged from exposure to the sun and rain. So much so that I was not able to repair it. I could not bear to throw it into the trash, though, so I have decided to salvage what I can from it and craft a pillow cover for the recliner in my bedroom.
Friends, what kind of young person would perform such a cruel joke? I have been inconsolable since my Toms arrived home with the bad news last night, and - I'm sorry to admit - I have been hitting the Dutch Sangria pretty hard. Tom is just letting me be. I think he knows that is best for the whole family right now. (Thankfully there were still a few frozen meals left over from my once-a-month-cooking kick in the Spring.) I even stayed home from church today, and I haven't missed church since I threw my back out planting hostas when we moved into Summerset 7 years ago.
I think I am feeling a bit better this afternoon, though. Better enough to blog. But it will be a long time before I am able to drive down the Beltline again. And I sure as hell won't be walking Calvin's Crossing for a few years.
Please feel free to put me on your local church's prayer list.
Blessings,
Bonnie
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