Where we wrestle with the sublime, mysterious, powerful and often frustrating paradox of God's necessary grace.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Grace and my Buttered Butt

"Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit"

That's one of my stock "Well, I'll be damned!" phrases and it's certainly apropos now.

I talked to R. yesterday and he's made an appointment with a neurologist for an MRI this coming Friday. He also asked me for recommendations for a BiPAP breathing machine.

I truly, truly never expected him to follow through on those two issues. I don't know if I dare hope he'll get into recovery, though. But I hope he surprises me again. I like hoping for him.

I'm laughing now. God has slapped me on the back of the head with His grace, showing me I don't know everything and reality is infinitely bigger than my expectations.

So butter my butt and call me a biscuit. :)


Scot said...

You're such a biscuit, dude. And I'm happy to hear the good news.

ctimby said...

God is sovereign and Almighty and over all of this - that is so cool that Rich is taking action :-)