Musings of a Louisville St. Louisan

I dedicate this post to the Revolution Mom's Group.  If it weren't for this group of ladies I would daily be eaten up with guilt and loneliness.  I know that every first and third Monday that I spend time with them that I will be lifted up, not judged and loved.  You mamas rock!! "Nehemiah said, 'Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to those who have nothing prepared.  This day is sacred to our Lord.  Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength."  Nehemiah 8:10 Growing up in church, I have heard this verse about a gazillion times.  The only problem is that I don't remember hearing the first part of the verse, just the last part of the verse, "The joy of the Lord is your strength."  I remember the song by an old Christian artist who sang, in her wispy somewhat annoying voice, "The joy of the Lord is my strength."  The first part of the verse is pretty darn important.  I will tell you why in a minute. Fir

My on-line IC ( interstitial cystitis ) friends often joke about needing a new bladder.  When you are in chronic pain 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year (366 on leap year) joking about things is sometimes the only way that you can have some semblance of sanity in your life.  The day when they will be able to replace our bladders with pig bladders or regrown bladders (which may be a possibility someday) will be a happy day indeed. This morning I was reading 2 Corinthians 5:1-5 and I gained a renewed hope that one day, even if the FDA never approves a real bladder transplant, I will actually get a new bladder. It says, " For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling,  because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked. For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, be