Stand in Awe of God. I read in Ecclesiastes this a.m. in Chapter 5 verse 7 "Much dreaming and many words are meaningless. Therefore stand in awe of God." It was a good reality check. No need to dream about the future or talk about it beyond need. No, better to just simply stand in awe of God. That is not hard to do our here in the county parks I've come across in the past couple days. Friday evening I made it go a peak which overlooked the south part of San Jose and you could see downtown even...but that was nothing compared to today when I went over to the park that Mt. Hamilton is located in...didn't know it at the time so I might just have to go back so I can say I hiked to the top of a true Mt. (something I still have never done). Either way the view to get over to that area was crazy, the diving switchbacks required snail pace and it was okay to even stop for a second to glance out across the whole valley. Woah is all I can say...hence the awe part was easy to come by. Not hard either as I waded among the golden tall grasses on a hillside en route of my day hike. God makes it easy to praise Him if we just take the time to look around, to seek, to relish in it.
Well, this coming week is midterm week already, that's fast. But I am glad for it. Not that it's bad here, not that I don't enjoy treating the patients and being immersed in such a different culture, but I've realized it's not my deal. After being given the chance to do a modified ortho eval on a patient in the hospital for various reasons I was super excited and wanted to be able to help and knowing how to help and that I could get creative and work on more than bed mobility, transfers, gait, and in bed exercises! The light bulb went off and it was clear that I loved OP ortho. My brain was and has been seeking to utilize all the PT hands on stuff, develop relationships more than two days in length, and etc, etc.
It might not be infinity that I'm headed to, at least not yet. One day, and I'm ready I tell you. Whenever God says, I'm there spending eternity for beyond infinity with all believers praising Jesus...and it truly doesn't get any better than that.
I bet, I'm willing to put my new set of jacks on it, that there will be no mountain bike crashes in Heaven. I've bit it my fair share in the midwest, on the west coastal region. It's safe to say the west hurt the worst, still does in fact as I type my thumb has a slight throb to it. They have dryer dirt here, faster downhills, and harder rocks (well that might not be true) you put them all together and it's a bad combination.
Did I mention the dirt...we're talking make your shoes hazy tan...my hiking shoes were gray, now their tan...my running shoes, were white, now tan...my new run and hike combo black shoes, now grey with a tan overlay...the semi-arid climate helps describe it, not quite desert, not quite the opposite. It's only partly, well this so happens to be the dry part of the year as well, and did I mention they are in a 2 year drought as well. No wonder the fires rage. In fact this a.m. as I ran along the dirt trail the ranger had to turn everyone around b/c they were closing the trail due to a small fire that had started last night and was luckily put out before it spread like wildfire, literally. So, moral of the story, buy black socks and don't care if your stuff is dusty. Or be like me and just have brown socks that used to be white:) hehehe...too bad the dark legs don't stay as dark as right after a hike/run (it washes off) sela vi (no idea how to spell it, but sound it out).
Alright, over and out, time for bed.
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