PB Milkshakes and Malts

What do peanut butter malt milkshakes have to do with anything related to Erin?   Well besides certainly enjoying them every once in a while, it didn’t affect me at all today as I sat and sipped one with my friend Sarah at Tiny’s.   Ahhh the joys of peanut butter…and icecream, an amazing combination (not exactly the healthiest either..but hey protein and dairy!)  So this is my health update,  my doctors appointment went well.  She didn’t think any testing at this point would really be affective, and she didn’t want to send me back to my surgeon as of yet.   So if I do get another attack, I will make an appointment right away and extensive testing will done.  But she really didn’t seem to concerned, and that kind of eased my mind a lot…she also has had a lot of patients that have had attacks after gallbladder surgery too.   Though I really just pray this was a fluke…because I really don’t want to have to deal with anymore attacks, they kill like the dickens.    As of right now, I feel great, fine and dandy,  kind of bruised from strenuous activities, and a little tired from late night activities.  Life is good, and right now I can’t complain.  🙂

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On A Beautiful Evening

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

This hymn speaks wonders to my heart. This past week has been tough, this weekend rough. I am going to be scheduling a doctors appointment tomorrow, I thought once surgery was done I would be forever done with doctors…but alas it looks like I’m not. I had an attack Friday night, luckily I still had some vicodin from my previous experience when I did have my gallbladder in. I was knocked out for the rest of the night, and was quite tired and snappy at work the next day…and had to apologize to a coworker for whom I was extremely rude to (in which he replied I was hanging around my sister to much. haha).

I don’t know what is going to be happening, I don’t know if anything is really wrong, if I have another stone or not. My future is unbeknownst to me but God knows all.

All of us have different paths we each take, a different novel that our lives create. One person will go one way, and another person a different route, but each following the path God created for them. So far my journey this year has been kind of difficult, but through my travels God has proven his faithfulness over and over again and that is why it is well, with my soul.

I am constantly reminded that God will never give me more than I can handle. 

I love taking walks right after it rains. Smelling the air, breathing in the freshness that comes right after a good rain shower. There are times during my walk where I can close my eyes and just believe that everything is finally perfect, that nothing could ruin this moment. I love those times, and I think God really enjoys giving those to me.
Life of course is not going to be perfect, and I can tell you that with mine I had to grow up pretty fast which actually I kind of prefer. Though some say that I’ve had to almost put mine on hold. I don’t see it that way, I’ve always felt more comfortable being in the background, helping out wherever possible. I try to help out my mom with my dad as much as possible, and of course I don’t always hit it right on the button. I don’t regret not going to college right away, it’s actually really helped me figure out what I really want to do with my life. I’m glad I’m here for my mom, I’m happy to help ease some of the burden from her shoulders. Part of me struggles leaving them for a year, and I know that I have an amazing amount of friends and family that are praying for that very subject.
I love my parents so much, they have sacrificed, conquered, and are an amazing example of God’s faithfulness throughout their lives. My mom is the strong tower of our family, she holds us together. She keeps me laughing with her pronunciation, and she keeps me sane when my health seems to be on the fritz and I’m overwhelmed and scared. My dad is the comedian of the family, he makes fun of my laugh and snort. Even though my dad’s movie taste has gone down the drain over the last couple years I love watching movies with him. I think my favourite movie I watched with him is probably The Godfather, I still laugh everytime I think about it.
My family certainly has flaws, but I wouldn’t have it any other way, because when I’m walking after a rainshower and I think about them, to me they are perfect and I love them.