Mother's Day 2025

Today is the day set aside to celebrate mothers. Both parents have the important task of raising children in the knowledge of the Lord, but it especially falls to moms. God gave men and women complimentary traits and women tend to be more gentle and able to help children, just as God designed. My mother especially uses her God given talents.

For the last two nights, I have not had any help at night. We knew this was coming, but it still means 53 hours straight without outside help. Dad goes to bed around 9:00 in the evening and it's just mom and I until he gets up again at 1:30 in the morning. During this time, I go up and down in bed and start some of my night routine.

Despite being tired and having pain from a day of activity, mom still does what's needed. I wish I could make the time easier for her, but don't have another way to help. Mom also keeps track of everything for the house as well as helping with our family.

Above all, I'm thankful for the Godly instruction mom gave me. As a young boy, I remember sitting on mom's lap, vent tubes and all, as she read to me from a children's Bible. She also always encouraged me to keep up in school and not run over classmates.

We never know how long I will be able to continue living at home. However, mom has worked very hard for 40 years to allow me to live at home and be active. All the decades have accumulated much stress and many long nights, and I'm thankful for everything God has done through my mother.

Remember to cherish parents and look for their guidance while you can. We never know when life will change and someone will be taken from us. Let us celebrate mothers not only today, but every day.

Three Cold Days

For the past several years, I have volunteered with the gospel outreach group at Tulip Time in Pella. The last three days saw this year's event, and I'm thankful they're finished.

As I posted last week, my dad has been on vacation and I had an extra caregiver to help while he was away. Thankfully, this allowed me to continue volunteering all three days of the festival instead of just two. Since I am one of team leaders, I think it is best to be available the entire time to allow consistency for outreach teams. Unfortunately, that didn't quite work this year.

Spring has been reluctant to come this year and temperatures have been quite cool compared to previous years. Initial predictions for May 1-3 were for low 70's, but that continued to decrease as the days came closer. As it turned out, actual temps were at least ten degrees cooler with scant amount of sun and plenty of rain.

Each morning started with two one-hour training sessions at a church near downtown. They were all well done and great for learning how to share your faith and navigate current events. One session dealt with Marxism and covered several topics, such as climate change. My thoughts went to previous alarmist propaganda of the earth getting hotter. More warmth would have been welcome these days, but it seems to go more the opposite.

After training sessions, we then broke into teams and went out to designated areas to talk with people and give out gospel tracts. On Thursday, I was stationed at the prayer booth. We didn't receive any prayer requests, but did hand out gospel tracts and information on the town's Christian foundation. Friday saw an abundance of rain, which meant I reluctantly headed home after training and left my group with another leader. I felt bad for ducking out, but everyone seemed to understand that electric medical equipment and rain don't mix well. Finally, yesterday, my one team member and I parked ourselves on a very busy sidewalk corner and handed out gospel tracts as throngs of people walked passed. This final day did result in some short conversations, but nothing substantial or argumentative.

Despite wearing insulated jeans, sweatshirt, and coat, I returned home very cold each day. Saturday evening, I also felt quite tired after three days of activity and getting up early. I don't like to admit it, but leading an active quad life is getting harder, especially in non-ideal weather conditions. I'm looking forward to this week of staying home, and hopefully warmer temps as well.

Canyon Trip

Living the quad life, I rely heavily on others for help with everything. I have been very blessed with several caregivers, but depend on my parents a lot. After several decades, it gets very hard seeing them miss out on trips with friends or doing what they would like and instead staying home to help me. This week, tides have changed for one special outing.

My dad likes the outdoors, hiking, camping, and anything related. He often talks about dreams of this or that trail and doing some activity. A few years ago, I heard about a creation ministry that did rafting and hiking tours of the Grand Canyon. It sounded like something I would enjoy, but dad especially. However, being gone for 7-10 days would be nearly impossible. This is where I am especially thankful for the caregivers God has provided.

I talked about the trip to my then intern nurse from Arizona. Brenda said if dad really wanted to go on the trip, she would come back and help take care of me even after graduation. After MUCH debate, dad finally agreed to signup for a rafting trip. However, that portion of the adventure was over a year before actually departing. Continued debate has gone on for that year, but dad left this past Thursday with Brenda arriving Friday.

According the videos and brochures, he will be traveling nearly 200 miles down the Colorado River with multiple stops and side hikes. The group will explore the Grand Canyon from a biblical perspective rather than evolutionary and see more of the gorge than you ever could just by hiking. Dad is scheduled to return late Saturday and will likely be full of stories for years to come.

In addition to my regular helpers, Brenda is covering 40 hours this week as well as the last few days. God has blessed us abundantly with help, and I'm very thankful dad could take this once-in-a-lifetime trip. Later this week should also be a busy time for me, but that will be the topic of next week's entry. 

He is Risen!

Today is when we celebrate Easter, when Christ conquered death so that we may have life with Him. By Jesus' sacrifice and resurrection, He has fully paid for our sins.

Friday evening, I watched this video about Easter that covered some of the fabrications that have been made to say Jesus was a myth. However, paying close attention to what Scripture actually says can easily see through deception.

Several of the myths say that the record of Jesus was actually other gods and their information was changed to the Bible. Some of the supposed facts were that the gods were born of virgins on December 25 and were visited by three kings. However, Scripture does not give a date of Jesus' birth or how many wise men visited, just that three gifts were given.

It is also said that the disciples stole Jesus' body and made up the resurrection. Jesus physical body was seen multiple times, touched, and even witnessed by more than 500 people at one point. Trying to say everything was a hoax or hallucination would be a miracle of deception. Even secular sources from Rome confirm the biblical writings.

As we celebrate Easter, we can be assured it is the truth and can be fully trusted. Further evidence is also available by seeing the conversion of Jesus' brothers, Paul, and the major change in Jewish customs.

Living the quad life, I see daily how I sin against God and deserve His just wrath. I know I can never earn salvation, but Christ fully paid the debt I owe and deserves my full praise. Soon, I hope to be able to share the gospel with more people in person, but look for the opportunity anywhere. Have a blessed Easter and week ahead!

Two Visits for Three Schools

This week concluded most of my school visits for the year. On Thursday, I went to two campuses of one school and Friday was a virtual classroom.

I have been going to the main campus of first school for several years. The teacher, Mrs. K, is very familiar with me and my routine. The inner-city school typically has very active students with a diverse background. I came in as the class was in the library and got settled in among the desks. As I read names, Mrs. K noted the school is now attracting more families from a Spanish background than African. I was thankful to see I could read most of the student's names this year, which hasn't always been the case.

After the kids returned, I did my regular presentation and noted the class was MUCH calmer than previous years. Mrs. K always does a good job in keeping order in the room, but this group was exceptional. Less than two hours later, and after lunch, I was at the school's west campus to speak with 15 kids from 2nd through 5th grade.

My caregiver and I found the stately, older style, church building and was let in by a maintenance person. The interior was completely opposite the outside with fully modern carpet, walls, and signage. However, the first floor was completely devoid of people with no sign of a school anywhere. We found a brochure to the school and called the number listed for the campus we were apparently in, but couldn't find. Shortly after calling, two women appeared from an elevator and guided us to a room with several chairs, a small inaccessible stage, and faux windows with blue lights. Not long after, children appeared from somewhere in the building that we never saw.

Even with the diverse age group, questions went well and the students seemed to catch on. I apparently didn't specify clearly that markers or pens would be needed for the writing section and a teacher brought a large bag of pencils. They worked for the demonstration, but pencils were much harder to use and not comfortable on mouths. Thankfully, Friday's virtual visit with 3rd graders in Minnesota went well with no unexpected twists.

For almost every class though, I forgot or skipped at least one point I always cover. After 21 years of doing nearly the same presentation multiple times a year, you would think I could do it easily. I guess the quad life is getting older, and I had more affects from last fall's medical trouble than I thought.

One more school remains, but not until mid-May. I don't like that my visits went so quickly this year, but I didn't miss any regular schools and actually added one. Quick or slow, I'm thankful for the opportunity and getting to teach about God's world and love for all abilities.

Schools, Church, and Nearly Forgetting

Since 2014, I have written a blog entry almost every week. I generally write them on one of my Saturday sit times with a scheduled release of 2:00 Sunday afternoon. This morning, as dad was flopping me around to get dressed for church, it occurred to me that I completely forgot to write. Therefore, I'm actually writing on Sunday afternoon, mainly while flat even.

Last Tuesday was my first regular school visit. I had three sections of 2nd graders with about 20-25 minutes per section. The time went very quick and I skipped some of the items I normally cover. However, it was great getting to work with kids again. Short visits once a year are too few, I wish I could be around kids more regularly all year.

My final section concluded with afternoon recess. In wondering around the room as I spoke, I suddenly realized I was beside the coat rack where all 20 or so kids were headed. As children climbed around me, one boy stood about a foot away telling me some apparently serious revelation, but I couldn't hear a thing he said. My caregiver, stuck on the opposite side of me, later said she had the same problem. I didn't like giving generic nods, but it seemed to satisfy him.

Friday was another class of 2nd graders, whose teacher didn't tell I was coming. As students filtered in from recess, they had looks of surprise and curiosity on their faces. I finished more than 45 minutes after starting, but it went well and the active group seemed to learn.

This morning was my first, and currently only, church service scheduled for this year. It was a familiar congregation, but I'm responsible for the full service. I preached on James 2, demonstrating faith by deeds/works, and not earning salvation. I remembered most my points, but had a sore throat after talking for an hour. I considered dictating this entry, but my voice wasn't having it.

I'm thankful the van worked and dad is able to get me going, even with needing to use my hoyer lift. This will be another active week in the quad life with more school visits, but a break is coming!

First Week with Starting Trouble

Most weeks come and go with little change and everything blending together. This week went relatively well, but ended with some excitement.

Tuesday, I had an appointment with my pulmonologist in Des Moines. However, I didn't receive my usual email reminders. I called Tuesday morning to confirm my 11:00 appointment and was told I needed to arrive at 10:30. That gave me 75 minutes to get dressed, in my chair, and drive for over an hour. My caregiver and were late, but five-minute appointment went well and my lungs are doing great.

Friday morning, I spoke at a school about 15-minutes away from home. While driving through the Iowa country side, we heard a kind of screech or rubbing sound. Upon arrival, I called dad and let him know the issue. I helped with the school's morning worship and enjoyed being around kids again. Kindergartners reviewed their memory verse along with different grades doing various activities.

My presentation was on God's name and giving Him proper fear and glory. The K-6th students seemed to understand and listen, but they may have been concentrating more on my wheels and footwear by their eye direction.

Returning to the van, I found a note from dad that we should be okay to go home. That was good to hear, but then my wheelchair lift didn't work. My caregiver, Sara, tried the indoor emergency controls and got it to work. A friend followed us home just in case, but we got back in the garage without trouble, other than noise. Sara had to again use emergency controls to get the lift to work, but I was finally home and out of the vehicle.

Friday evening and Saturday morning, dad spent time diagnosing problems and researching solutions. Parts look hard to find for my 30+ year-old van, but he did a temporary cleaning solution that solved the noise. A little wiggling of a sensor also fixed the lift, so my transportation is hopefully good again.

I'm thankful for the parents God has given me in this quad life and everything He has enabled them to do. As I write this on Saturday afternoon, is now having muscle pain in his leg. Since he does most of my physical care on weekends, it makes everything harder. Such is the quad life, but I continue to pray for ease for my parents. Hopefully this coming week will go more smoothly.