I’ve been reflecting on how to communicate my own mortality to my boys. It’s had the unexpected affect of turning my view towards those I’ve lost and what I trust has happened to our relationship. I will see them again at the resurrection of the living and the dead, yet their absence from my life pains Jesus as it does myself. Together we will bear the suffering while the Father supplies what I need. And so the Father shall offer my boys when I have passed on.
We consider great literature those books which honor the ambiguously complex nature of life on earth and give room in our hearts to learn from their wisdom. Why should we afford the #Bible any less honor, though we must read with patience a book written by authors from a time and culture distant to our own, writing to an audience distinct from us.
While visiting the Ellos in Arlington Heights David gave us a word. He said our family is like a tornado. While it can seem quiet inside, all those around are getting tossed around and stirred up.
That’s a good word brother. Bring the wind, Spirit, bring the change. Give us the endurance to live inside the storm.
What is it about arriving in Chicago that stirs up so much resistance?
We were hanging out with the Ellos, reflecting on our family’s sudden illness that just happened to coincide with our drive to Chicago, when we realized that all our crazy stories occur, not on the way out of Chicago, but on the way back.
This realization stirs up my rebel side. I wanna move back just to send a message, “You can’t push me around.”
Anyways, we’ve all been ill since the day before we drove out. Almost every meet up we’ve hoped for was cancelled, either because we were sick or they were (it seems the whole world is sick this week). My original reason for driving to Chicago, to attend my work’s IT conference in person, was almost completely invalidated. I spent the first day in the dining room of our AirBnB tuned into the conference online. But, even though I only had five broken hours of sleep last night, I’m in the office now. As we say in our household, “Bilson’s can do hard things.”
I want to read this paper in-depth. Ethan Mollick has been instrumental to my growing understanding of the introduction of generic AI to all, and specifically how it affects education.
Amie and Royal have horrific poison ivy rashes. Royal on his left cheek, but it’s spread to his left hand and maybe his legs. Amie on her chest, but now her face, both arms, her neck and belly. Amie thinks her case may have gotten into her blood stream; how else do we explain how it pops up in disparate parts of her body without further exposure? She’s on her way to urgent care… again. Hopefully this time they’ll give her a full month’s course. Nothing else has worked 😫