A few weeks ago, I didn’t know what a carotid artery was. I couldn’t pronounce it, though I am sure I saw the word before. I think i would have pronounced it “car-toid” ~ yeah. I’m not medical or scientific. At all.
Nevertheless, my dad, who is 78, has two of these arteries, and both are blocked at something like 98%. This is a green light for trouble: stroke, and worse. So he had one of them “router-rooted” as I called it… a 3 hour surgery where the vascular surgeon scrapes and whittles away at decades worth of goop … And he’s recovering pretty good. More to come on that.
While I was back home for those few days to be with my mom, in rural Wisconsin (far away from the Big City I call home), I snapped a few pictures that remind me of my genes and how my parents influenced me silently.
These pictures are of my dad’s bar room. You can see where I get my collecting tendencies.
In Strengths Finder language, you’ll see me rank very high in the “input” category. I collect things too. Ideas, books, cheap stuff from thrift stores, recipes, dreams…
We pick up a lot from our environment, our upbringing, and the goop gets stuck inside of us. Good and bad. As I get older (yuck!) i see a lot of me in my parents (okay, yes and the other way around too, I guess). I see where I picked up logic patterns, the affinity for salty foods, stubborn streaks, fear, introversion, and humor. Not all bad. A lot of it is sort of neutral.
I’ve been reflecting on health the last few weeks. My own health, with 3 wisdom teeth extracted, and my own wonderings about quality of life, the expenses of eating healthy, and the expenses if you let your health go to crap like my dad did. I can blame antidepressants, I suppose, for helping me gain 40 lbs over the last year, and then I need to take control of my mental health plan and get back on track. There’s things growing inside of us that we’ll never know. Our bodies heal themselves pretty well. Other times, the crap catches up to us and everything gets put on hold while we tend to fixing ourselves. Yes, physically. Yes emotionally too.
Entering the season of Advent, I know a lot of what is broken in the world, and in my own life, my body, and my heart. I find this time of chilly weather, leaves dropping, ground freezing, and darker longer nights causing me to pause and wait upon the savior. I can hear my own prayers as whispers saying Come Lord Jesus. Please come. When you get here, yeah, you can sleep in heavenly peace for awhile, but then dude you got some saving to do. Start with me.
And he comes. He is coming. To heal and to save. Come quickly. Lord Jesus.