Blessed too much?

Before I get to the question I asked Thursday, yet another blessing or two to share.  First of all, Tammy has been moved to a Rehab center down the street from the hospital.  If you need more info, text me or you can look me up on facebook.  Again, I hesitate to promote specifics on the site!  But WOW! From total sedation to improving enough to go to rehab!  God's wonders never cease.  He has provided in so many amazing ways, many of which I haven't shared, but trust me on this one.

So, did you think about the question?  Can a person be blessed too much by God?  

The only answer I have is the one that resonates within my spirit, which can only be the Holy Spirit rejoicing at the top of His lungs, “You can never get to the end of the blessings God pours out on you.”  I know it has to be the Holy Spirit, because the voice with in me is saying, “God, this is too much.  Howcome You keep saying yes to me.  Howcome You keep takin’ care of all this stuff for us.    And, why are you moving mountains and pocketbooks to take care of us?” Howcome us but not those people.”

You see, the “because you deserve it” thing . . . it blows my mind. Not even sure that it is true. I don’t feel like I deserve it. Actually, one of my greatest fears would be getting exactly what I deserve. How can any of us deserve anything apart from God's grace, ya know?  I began all of this asking Him to help Tammy for His glory.  And, by all that He is created, by all that He has done, it is to His glory, His reputation, His honor that she is walking laps, playing the Wii, and giving the Docs a hard time about their poor choices of sports teams. But it was really an odd sensation for me when I began to catch the overflow of His blessings.  It is hard to be a recipient of such amazing provision when it begins to feel it is on your own behalf.   Yes, I know the floors that He so miraculously provided are for Tammy’s health, but we will be enjoying them for a long time after she has moved back out on her own. (OK, not ever sure that statement about going out on her own would ever have come out of my mouth even a month ago.)

But now I realize my problem for what it really is . . . disbelief and pride.  Disbelief that God wants to pour blessings on me.  Disbelief in assuming He isn’t doing the same thing for someone else (ie. "why me and not them").  Pride that says that I have plenty to give to others, but I can’t take from them.  Arrogance in assuming He is pouring blessings upon me for me.  Remember my prayer?  He is doing this for His glory, not for me alone, but so that you would see how endless and abounding His love, yes, and His gifts are to each of us. That’s “howcome.”  OK, Lord.  I'm getting there.

Update on things at home and with Tammy

Obviously my creativity is lacking today. No catchy titles. Sorry.  It's not a bad thing, but I have been so negligent in my blogging that I have too many things to say and not even a great common denominator to tie it together.  I hope to give you the reader's digest condensed version.  Let's see how well I do.

Last time I wrote, Tammy had walked over 300 feet which is approximately the distance from her room, around the nurses station (the loop), and then back to her room one time.  Now, the girl is going two and a half times around the loop and then back to her room!  And she can get up out of bed with just a little stabilization!  She absolutely rocks!  

AND . . . trumpets, please!  She no longer has the trache.  They pulled the tubes this week and are allowing the wound to heal!  Which means . . . now a drum roll, if you don't mind . . . she may be moving to a rehab facility in the not too far off future!  And . . . if you haven't started jumping up and down yet, get outta your chair . . . it is possible if she does really well there, she could be home within a month.  I couldn't fathom 2 months ago that she would ever leave the hospital before the transplant!  I am dumbfounded at the possibility and swooning at all I have left to do! 

Speaking of stuff to do, Tammy has been as neglected by me as you guys have been.  We had two weekends of "fever and infection" in this Barnes household so, I saw her for the first time in two weeks yesterday.  And today, I didn't even get up there to give her a "third birthday" hug. You see, at 4:30 am on Mother's Day, May 14, 2006, we got a phone call saying she needed a ride to the hospital, she was getting her new breath of life that day.  It still makes me cry to think of that morning and how perfectly God orchestrated the entire day.  And, I am disappointed that I didn't make it up there to see Tammy today, or even get this blogged earlier in the day so you could call her and tell her Happy Birthday. So, if you get a chance, give her a belated call when you read this.  

I have been busy trying to get my home ready.  Home Depot Southlake donated tile for our bathroom and kitchen floors that had been damaged.  We have yet to lay it because we had to do some wall repair and repainting, and we have to shuffle furniture like crazy in order to be able to do the floor work. We also received a gift to allow us to replace the floor in our bedroom.  We already had the paint.  Plus, we are moving some of Tammy's stuff to storage so her sister and I have been packing.  Actually, mostly Tracie.  She is much more efficient than I am. We will move the rest of her things to our house once the "dust settles" but sometime before her lease is up.  I have started back to work, which is an adjustment on it's own.  (Much changes in a workplace in a month!)   And all of that can be reasons, or a list of excuses, as to why I haven't blogged at all.  However, none of these things really reflect all of the whys.

Over the next few days, I am hoping to share my heart with you.  About where I am, and what I am learning, and where things are going.  Today though, I wanted mostly to share Tammy's triumphs, not my questions.  I don't mean to seem cryptic, but I want to ask you . . . do you think there is a point where a person can receive more blessings from God than they can handle?  Let me know what you think.