That’s right…who says everything comes up…or down smelling like roses?

In the life and home of the Thompson’s we never do things in ones or twos….no it must be done in threes. Life is truly an adventure and I believe God has placed Matt and I here to prove this very phenomenon. I can only describe it as….well…ineffable.

As you might have read I am getting ready to talk with a surgeon about “down sizing”. You would think our “in office” adventures would end there however, Sunday morning as the team was setting up for church…we are mobile currently which means we have to set up the stage…classrooms…café….bookstore….info….you get the picture, and we do this every Sunday. I receive a call as I am ready to head out the door that Matt has collapsed. The only thing going through my mind as I drove down Cleveland Rd was, “Why did he say, I hope to see you later?” So, I’m crying all the way to the high school.

I arrive and walk in the building to find my “loopy” husband on the floor and 3 tiny guys attempting to pick him up and place him on the gurney. (My first question is, “how many of you have seen the width of those things?” My thigh is wider.) Matt lies down on the “plank” and because he is 6’6”, it falls over…head first. The statement I hear, “Whoa, you are a big guy.”

That morning he had ingested a muffin that read, “No sugar added”…which really means it has sugar, they just did not add any. His sugar level rose above 230 and with all the running around he did that morning he just collapsed. So, for 4 hours we were in the ER. (That is truly another story…how many pastors do you know that can relax in an ER when worship service is about to begin?) After the fun morning and afternoon drama of our lives, we arrive home to relieve Fran who has been with our children since that morning….God love her, and you would think the adventure would have ended once we left the ER.

Oh no. Fran shares that Faith has swallowed a magnet.

I want to take a moment and share with you the irony here. I grew up on a farm. If any of you know what that is like it is more than watching things grow. It usually involves manure duty. It always amazed me that on top of the manure pile we would find flowers growing. (I love science but I don’t want to dwell to long on how that happens.) Back to my story. The nurse says it will pass, however I have to…check her stool everyday for the next 72 hours! I cannot “let it hit the water lest the “magnet disappear” down the drain”, she says. This thing must be found at all costs or Faith will need an x-ray.

For those of you who know me well, you know I have a bit of a germ phobia which has “lessoned” over the years. Here is the irony and humor. The magnet she swallowed….was a “flower” magnet. That’s right…who says everything comes up…or down smelling like roses?

I love God's humor!