Happy non-post-apocolyptic Monday. Or just happy regular Monday, I guess. I wasn’t expecting to meet Jesus this weekend, but that didn’t stop me from hoping it would happen anyway. I always have a prayer in my heart of Maranatha (Lord, come quickly) because I’m really looking forward to that day, whenever it comes.

Just because  I didn’t meet Jesus in person this weekend doesn’t mean I didn’t talk to him a lot. Grandma C. was airlifted to Mayo on Thursday because she was having a stroke. I went to see her on Friday and told her that if she wanted to come to Minnesota, she should have just come to my house instead. Ha. She shook her head and cried.

Her progress since her stroke on Thursday can only be described as a miracle. Several doctors have used that word too. She has progressed from not being able to speak or use her right side to having full control of her arm and leg and being able to speak again. She still have a path of recovery ahead of her, but she told me she knows God is with her and she asked for continued prayers. She wants to go to J’s wedding this summer and see all her great-grandchildren born this year. I will be having the fourth one in just 2011 – and the 28th great-grandchild born overall.

Of course, Grandma wasn’t the only event of the weekend. I threw a shower for J on Saturday in NH. We had 32 people come to celebrate her upcoming wedding. The shower went great. I had to say thank you Jesus for helping me pull it off. I had everything ready so that I didn’t need (much) help from mom – she just had to show up and take an afternoon off of caring for her mama.

Hawkie was having problems too. He has an absessed anal gland (yes, it’s as gross as it sounds) and had a minor surgery. He has to wear a cone for at least another week! He woke us up throughout the night accidentally hitting us with his big plastic cone around his head. 

Throughout all this, my wonderful husband took care of our house and primed the baby’s room. Then cleaned and cleaned to get ready for house church last night. I arrived home 10 minutes before it was supposed to start. I walked in, gave him a kiss, then went downstairs to run through the worship music before it was time to begin. I ended the weekend so thankful for my wonderful husband who took care of everything so that I could have a weekend with my family and spend some precious extra time with them.