"hernia" surgery

Adam's Uncle Mark told me that when his mother had to be hospitalized for a hysterectomy, he and his siblings were told that she was having surgery to remove a hernia... apparently discussing such personal "woman things" was not only taboo, it would most assuredly damage the psyche of young children...  permanently.

With Uncle Mark's anecdote in mind, I'm having "hernia surgery" tomorrow... It is important to note that my hernia surgery will involve an instantaneous thrust into "The Change"... one might say that Adam will need some prayer... along with the rest of of my family and anyone within a 10 mile radius of me... Andrea in The Change (insert extremely loud thunder and lightning).


I will be off of the computer for some time as the recovery is a long one.  In the mean time, a couple of things: First, I told some of you via email that I would have a post about Fred Bissert's book, A FRESH LOOK AT FOUR END-TIME PROPHECIES. I also told you about another book that Fred wrote during his time in WW2. Seeing as I have been cleaning up after 5 children with stomach viruses, amplified today (of course!), I do not have time to write a post about these books that will do them justice. I will do this when I am feeling up to it, however, please feel free to click on the title to order Fred's published work. Fred also gave me several copies of his "Little War Book" for me to distribute free of charge to anyone who would be interested in having one. This is a wonderful little book, so if you'd like to have one, email me here with your mailing address and I'll get it to you ASAP. 

Second, please pray for my kiddos and Adam that they will heal from the above mentioned virus, and that Adam will not only be up to the task, but that he'll be encouraged and feeling great during this time when I'm in the hospital. Thank you! Peace and Blessings, ~ Andrea

My Blanky, the Snow and Sam's Wisdom

My Blanky

And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?


Recently a kindred spirit emailed me the following:  "...On top of what you already have going on, plus two babies, i think I'd have an emotional breakdown and check myself into the hospital so i could escape it all!!" My Friend shall remain nameless lest she find the need to use her thoughts as a means of escape from her own troubles... one day.  I hope you're laughing right now... but not too hard... Truth be told, a light bulb flickered when I read that... "Hmmm".

I am not handling life well at the moment. Things seem to be falling apart at the seems, and let's face it, I'm about as much of a "go-getter" as Eeyore (depressed, melancholic, pessimistic, stuffed donkey from Winnie the Pooh).

I've lost a lot of loved ones... mourned their absence... but I've never felt the utter void I have now that Dad is gone. To make matters worse, most of the people who are closest to me are feeling the same hurt and void...

I'm behind on everything from bills to schooling... did I mention the full hysterectomy I have scheduled in 14 days? I do want to check out of the world for a while... I have already checked out in every way other than the physical.

But then there's my blanky. I dubbed it this because I pretty much take it everywhere with me (or on me...whatever the case may be). I've had this little friend of mine for at least 15 yrs. It's a size 1X slip.  I wear it under things, over things...both.  Anyone who has seen me anywhere out in public, has seen this thing on me in some way shape or form. I get at least one flattering compliment on it every time I wear it. I've been a million different sizes since purchasing it, and it always looks the same.... it's so nice to me.... and forgiving. It seems that every time I think "I have NOTHING to wear!" the Lord will smile and hand me my blanky. Even when I do have a couple of bucks to buy something new, I end up wearing my blanky.  I was smiling the other day thinking of how my Father in Heaven tells me not to worry about the things of this world...what I'm going to wear... and how He gave me a blanky.

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Most of the country is covered in snow at the moment... we've seen our share of it here in the Burgh, yet it's never quite as beautiful here as it is in places where the sun isn't behind clouds 300 days per yr (that's an actual statistic, not an exageration...ho-hum). However, the other night I was out on my porch looking at the snow... it looked so beautiful... like a Rudolf Christmas special.... Zillions of sparling gems glistening... not quite clair de lune (it too was behind the clouds), but the light from my porch was a nice fill in.  It was one of those beautiful moments where your senses are overloaded with God's creation... the magnificent detail... His glory shown in ALL creation.

Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected praise

Feeling bewildered yet again today, I was sitting at the dining room table when Sam came over "out of the blue" as he always does, and says "I love the snow that God created mom.  Don't you?"  99% of Sam's questions are rhetorical... he went on, "I think God is giving us all of this snow to let you know that He has washed Pappy white as snow... I think He keeps making it snow so that you know that everything is new and clean..." At that point he saw "The Look" on me and bowed his head in Sam fasion... smiling, in Sam Fashion. He knows when he's said something that Mommy thinks is profound... his humble little self gets all embarrassed.

Now I realize that God has not dumped snow on our city and the rest of the US solely to teach me, through my dear son, that He cares deeply for me. Yet, I know that I know that I know, in His infinite power and wisdom... and love, I was part of this plan. After Sam said this to me, I realized that the first day we had had any sign of "Winter weather a comin'." was when we had that ice storm on the day my Dad died. The first time it snowed was the night of his funeral. The first day it stopped, was yesterday.

Our Yard the day after Dad's funeral

Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow...

And he that sitteth on the throne said, Behold, I make all things new.

Every litlle thing is gonna be alright. Amen.

13 Good Years... Goodbye 2009

Then God said, “Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate the day from the night, and let them be for signs and for seasons and for days and years; 15 and let them be for lights in the expanse of the heavens to give light on the earth”; and it was so.

This past Sunday Tom D. filled in for Pastor Ben and shared with us from James 1. He focused on two passages in chap. 1, the first: "Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing." The second: "Blessed is a man who perseveres under trial; for once he has been approved, he will receive the crown of life which the Lord has promised to those who love Him." Tom later told my sister that he had spoke this message for Mom and I. 
Besides the Lord using O Holy Night, then comforting me through His Word in James 1, what I needed to hear the most is what Tom described as "One of his weird thoughts." He quoted the Scripture above from Genesis 1, then explained that he feels as though the Lord gave us time... days, seasons and years... "as signs", simply because He knew that our finite minds and hearts needed it. I needed to hear this because often times I had felt almost guiltily for wanting to kick a former year to the curb... as it were. After all, when you look at passages like those from James chap. 1, then look at a year like 2009, the seemingly obvious Christian response would be to say "No don't go 2009!! I need more trials to rejoice in!!" Yet we're not to rejoice in the trials... even Christ did not do so. Rather we are to consider it all joy.


Adam and I were both sort of at the end of our ropes earlier this week. Usually when one of us is at the bottom of the rope, the other one of us is at the other end trying to pull the "perishing" spouse back in... the Lord has worked it out like that for us in every aspect of our marriage (i.e. one sleep deprived spouse, gets much needed sleep, while the newly energized spouse stays up with the babies all night... one of us is feeling quite like James Stewart in It's a Wonderful Life, and the other is Clarence the Angel, etc. etc.).  At one point this past wk, I remembered how when, even before Adam and I were married, we used to talk about how we "just knew" that we were going to have "hard lives, but rich lives" together.  My visions (literally visions) were of us purchasing this enormous abandon home in the N. Side of the Burgh and turning it into a youth home... or just a safe haven for the young people of the city.  Later we caught the vision of serving the Lord as missionaries in the Middle East... all very "romantic",and 'grand" in a way.  I never thought it would be Autism, long term house guests... or the loss of three babies in utero..., church splits, and watching my Dad, my hero, suffer tremendously and die from cancer... not so romantic... not so "huge".  Yet, here we are, at the end of thirteen years... the thirteenth being one year that was full of some real trials... the Lord gave... He gave us Teodata and Santino... He gave, and gave and gave... He also took away, and although what He gave, and continues to give us, will always outweigh what He takes away, it doesn't make the loss(es) any less painful. 


We consider it all joy... we have abundant, rich lives together, me and my Other Self. Our lives aren't so romantic, but Adam certainly is. We are taking the blessings with us to 2010 and the joy in and from our trials, but we're kicking the bad memories of 2009 to the curb... pressing onward to our higher calling in Christ Jesus... in a brand new season. 


Thank you Lord for thirteen good hard yrs with my Adam.  Happy Anniversary Habeeptee.  Happy New Year to all.

His Weary Soul Rejoices

I was going to try and lighten things up a bit and talk about how on December 23, 2009, I single handedly "killed" Santa Claus, his mutant rabbit friend, and the creepy fairy that collects our teeth... but I went to church yesterday and we sung my favorite Christmas hymn... suddenly I saw the importance of a more edifying post... simultaneously the Lord put in my heart what I've been trying to convey to others about my Dad... He did this through O Holy Night. 
I don't know when my father accepted the Bible as God's written Word to us... I don't know when the Holy Spirit showed him the truth, but I do know that it had to have been several years ago. He would actually "witness" to people in the bars, at work... proclaiming the Gospel, quoting Scripture, all the while telling people that he knew it was the truth, yet he also told them not to look at a his life because he shamefully wasn't following it... that little fact is a whole other post, but I'd like to focus on his favorite verse... the one that he would quote continually to others "What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world but loses his soul?" 
Dad knew the importance of his eternal soul, and that there was only One Way to save it. I want to write about his suffering... the indescribable agony of that last 24 hours... how the hospice nurse couldn't get to him to increase his medications because of the ice storm... for 6 hours... but do you really want to hear the morbid details of that story? What I will share is how when Teresa (the hospice nurse) finally arrived, she came in humming the tune "In Christ Alone". We mused in front of her...we couldn't believe that "of all mornings for there to be an ice storm... why was it when Dad was agonizing so?" She looked me in the eye confidently and lovingly and said "We don't know why, but there is a perfect reason for it." I do believe this is when Dad was soberly realizing his salvation...
As I sang my favorite Christmas hymn yesterday, I thought of Dad in those last hours... about his soul...about him now... I changed the words in my heart and even though some of it slipped between Dad's meeting Jesus, and me celebrating His birth, you can see Dad's life, death, and eternal soul encapsulated in this song.  You can see, all of us in this song... Lost and Found. I praise God that I am found. I praise Him that Dad is found. I praise Him because He still seeks and saves the Lost.

 My version of O Holy Night, as sung in my heart yesterday morning:

O Holy Night, the stars are brightly shining.

It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.

Long lay my Dad in sin and error pining.

Till He appeared and Dad's soul felt its worth.

A thrill of hope his weary soul rejoices,

For yonder broke a new and glorious morn.

He fell on his knees! Oh, hear the angel voices Dad!

O night divine, the night when you met Christ;

O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!

O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!

Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,

With a glowing heart by His throne he kneels.

O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,

Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land.

The King of kings seated on His throne;

In all our trials born to be our friend.

He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,

Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!

Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!

Truly He taught us to love one another,

His law is love and His gospel is peace.

Chains did He break, for Dad is now my brother.

And in His name all oppression shall cease.

Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,

With all our hearts we praise His holy name.

Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we,

His power and glory ever more proclaim!

His power and glory ever more proclaim!

AMEN!!!!

PS The Christmas photo of my kids has absolutely nothing to do with this post... this type of blogging is all the rage in Europe at the moment...

"The Best Christmas Ever"

When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child, reason like a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known.

Some of you will remember that when Dad found out that he was coming home from the hospital, he said "This is going to be the best Christmas ever."  When I told Adam this, he said that he got chills up and down his spine thinking, "He's going to see Jesus this Christmas." A couple of days after the funeral, some dear friends emailed to see how we were doing, and ended their note with this: "I couldn't help thinking of something you said your Dad said not long ago---This was going to be his best Christmas!!!! It sure is as he is spending it with Jesus!!!!!"

 

The photo I posted above has been etched in my mind over the past several days as Christmas swiftly and almost stealthily approaches. I've always loved this picture of Dad... I think in part because of the sense of wonderment in his eyes. The sight of Dad in awe of anything, let alone Santa Clause, never failed to bring a smile to the beholder who knew him. In fact Dad's friends blew this picture WAY UP for a surprise 40th birthday party they had for him...

Truth be told, I don't know that this is what Dad had in mind (Christmas in Heaven)... at least not in full.  He did say that he wanted to "just make it to Christmas". Perhaps he wanted his beloved family gathered around for Christmas Eve, the smell of the seven fishes permeating the house... Mob Hits (yes, for real) playing in the background... a time to smile again for a moment before he went on to see the Lord. I don't know for sure. What I do know, is that he most likely has that same look of wonderment in his eyes... intensified a million fold... 

As we meander about our traditional Christmas Eve gathering, feeling like children, acting like children who lost their Dad, I will try and keep in mind that our Christmas celebrations, with or without Dad, have been, and will continue to be, and at their best, mere reflections of  what Dad is experiencing in the FULL presence of His Glory.  We miss him, but I know he doesn't miss us... and this gives me joy. Dad sees clearly... every day is Christmas for Dad now.  That "Good news of great joy" we celebrate this time of year? Dad is there with the angels saying "“Glory to God in the highest, And on earth peace among men with whom He is pleased." Dad knows fully. He is in the presence of the living God for Christimas... try wrapping your head around that one.... especially with my pea brain and in the wee hours of the morning... I can't. I won't. Not until I'm with Dad. In God's presence. Merry Christmas!!!

 In his presence is fullness of joy

Some Words

A good man leaves an inheritance to his children's children

Here are a few words posted on Dad's online obituary guest book.

With my deepest condolences, I met Jr. on January 3, 1963. Jr. was 18 years old I was 17 years old. Jr. and I entered the U.S. Army at the same time and went through boot camp together. Jr. and I became the good friends for the rest of our lives. Jr. was a great person and a joy to be around, he also was number one in our companies P T test; I was number 2 ... We continued our friendship after the service both working for the city of Pittsburgh. I will miss not seeing and talking to Jr. as I have for many years. He will always be in my prayers. I know he will be missed my all....

jun-miss you -always were my best cousin more like a brother -your mom and grandma and aunt angie will be happy to see you again-sorry you didnt get a chance to woop me on your new pool table keep praticing ill be there with you again some day --Love you--Mikie

 

I went to SHHS with Jimmy. We were on the baseball team, too. I was a Captain on the Pittsburgh Fire department, where we would tell lies to each other when we needed something done at the Engine House. He was always upbeat. I will miss him.

...He always took the time to say hello and have a conversation whenever we saw him. If you ever needed a hand, Jim would go out of his way to help, no matter what he was doing...

Pooch...work has been boring since you left and now life will be more boring now you're gone. What a riot you were and what a huge heart you had. We always knew you were in the building and now you left the building for good. Thanks for all the laughs and love brother and Gods speed...

...he always made me laugh. May your many memories of Jim always make you smile. I know I always will when I think of him...

...he never failed to make us laugh about something almost everyday

...He was so socialable and loving. I remember his one tomato plant last summer and his yellow pumpkin growing over the hill he found. He always made us laugh! Daisy is still at your house everyday looking for her buddy...

He was definitely quite the character and always found a way to make people laugh. He always spoke of his "bride" with such respect and I know he truly loved his grandchildren. He will be missed by all of us.

He always had a smile on his face and a story or joke to tell. He always spoke of his family and his love was very apparent. Jim will continue to live in your hearts and thru the many memories I am sure you have

Jim was the first neighbor I met when I moved to *****, and like another neighbor said, "He's the first one everyone met." He always yelled a funny story from across the street while he was working (always in motion), and gave me an update on his beloved grandchildren. He had a big heart and a generous spirit. He will be missed by so many...

...a man of such character, through love or acquaintance, is not only remembered but also held in the highest regard... This is his legacy. This was his life. R.I.P. Jim

This is part of a eulogy I wrote, but decided not to read at his service:

So as I thought about it, I realized that my Dad had to have given his life to the Lord. “You will know them by their fruit.” What are the fruits of the Spirit? Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control, all of which Dad exhibited, more and more and more each day. Ever more as time passed. His speech was rough at times, his struggles, his sins, were laid bare in front of us… an open book Dad was. A fascinating, comedic, mysterious, thrilling, even romantic at times, open book, that we just couldn’t stop reading… and just like any good book, when we reach the end, we are saddened. We wish that the Author would have given us more to read… we hope that the Author has written a sequel. Well, the Good News is, the Author has written a sequel to Dad’s life, and I can’t wait to read it. Alas, I will have to wait, until the Divine Author is finished writing my story here on earth. When that time comes, I am certain I will be thanking the Lord for his taking me home, the same as my father did, just hours before he died. Until then, Daddy, we’ll be telling your story, and your memory will live on, I believe it will live until the day we all meet in Glory. Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for giving us the privilege of having Crazy Jr. for a Father.

He Lost The Battle But He Won The War

in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. But when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy victory? O death, where is thy sting? The sting of death is sin; and the power of sin is the law: but thanks be to God, who giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ

Today December 13, 2009 at 4:47 p.m. my father, James Thomas Pucci Jr. lost his battle with cancer. It was an ugly, hideous battle... one in which virtually everyone privy to Dad's condition, stood in awe of this man's strength and will to fight and live. It was the most courageous battle I've ever witnessed. It was the most courageous and hideous battle with death I could have ever imagined... save for one. 

As I watched my father fighting, struggling, suffering.... drugged with enough medicines to kill two war horses, yet still responsive, I begged... for what seemed like an eternity, I begged the Lord to take his suffering.  I pleaded with my Dad to let go of this life and go home... but as Adam pointed out, Dad has fought for everything... his entire life, he didn't know how to not fight... I began getting upset... no, I was getting down-right angry at God for letting him fight.. this struggle and suffering is what Dad had feared the most.  Mom and Mary then told me that at one point Dad had specifically told them not to get mad at God... This helped. Tremendously. My mind quickly went to the One, the One who suffered and died... truly, the most courageous and hideous battle with death... with sin. My sin. My Dad's sin... that was ever fought. For me. For my Dad. Because of me. Because of my Dad... willingly.  He knows my Dad's suffering... and immeasurable amounts more.  He still weeps with us... for us.  For Dad.

Sin is death.  The parallels between my Dad's cancer and sin, seem to me, to be unending... My sister and I both had visions of Jesus holding my father today.  Mine differed from my sisters in that I envisioned Jesus behind my father holding him almost exactly like the picture I posted on "FAITH" a while back. My Dad had been sitting up in bed for an entire month... today he slumped like that man in the picture, but he kept lifting his head to take one more painful breath... I saw the Lord pulling Dad... pulling him from the chains around his ankles that were keeping Dad attached to this world.  I saw the Lord weeping as He tugged... "Dad. Jesus said, 'Come to me all ye who are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest.' Go to him Dad! Go home to Him." Mom and Mary agreed and encouraged Dad as they begged the Lord to make it happen. It was about an hour or so later, when finally alone with Mom, Dad experienced defeat in the battle, and in the same moment, the victory of the war that had been won for Him some 2000 yrs before he was ever born.  

To those of you who knew my Dad, I believe you would tell me that your life has been made richer by him. To those of you who did not, I pray that you will have that opportunity in Glory. 

I'm so fried. Sorry if this is incoherent, winded, and or sappy (all of the above???)  I will post funeral arrangements ASAP. Again, thank you.