Mary's Heartbeats

EMR , an exercise in mental recall or perhaps in my case, it's an exercise in mental relapse . I have to admit it's been awhile since I have experienced such frustration to bring me to tears, but finally I succumbed this week. My husband's encouragement to me to keep on persevering is that "at least I won't get Alzheimer's!" This has been the second week of seeing patients with our new electronic medical record system. I have longed for us to have this system for many a year, especially as the practice had been bogged down with gigantic paper charts and had become so cumbersome with endless paper trails. We were always hunting charts with non-ending requests for refills, labs, x-ray reports, etc., etc. . . Several times you found yourself even repeating those tasks with other staff. Certainly, EMR would be our answer. . . It is, I still believe, but what a learning curve to climb! It's amazing the technical advances that are at our fing...

It seemed liked such a good idea, after all she was the "hostess with the mostess." It really wouldn't be so difficult to have that crowd for dinner, besides what a honor to serve the holy Rabbi and his company. Being devoutly Jewish, it was the very least that she could do to impress God Himself. Plus she would have help, her sister Mary would be around to prepare and serve as well. So with open arms, she welcomed all those people to her home. It seemed to start out quite well, people were comfortably sitting around listening to what Jesus had to say. Martha got right to work, there was so much to do! She wanted everything to turn out perfectly and delicious. She didn't want to disappoint them with her culinary or hospitality skills. Soon she found herself quite caught up and distracted with all that must be done. She looked around for her right hand, Mary. Instead of finding her hard at work, she was resting at the Master's feet! "What is she doin...

I'm captured with the morning sky today. It's stretching out with various strands of violet, orange, and pink. With it comes a cooler breeze, as I step outside to view the colors. It's a beautiful beginning but a reminder that once again a change of weather will be coming. I find myself drawn to these quiet mornings when all the sky is just a coloring book for God. I have often thought about my Daddio and wondered what would he be saying? What would Daddio say about the world in which we live? What about all the horrific natural disasters as earthquakes, tsunamis, floods, and fires? What about the awful political turmoil stirring up in countries around the world? What about too many wars, covert and overt, found on almost every continent? What about our families, our children as they face a world much darker? What about us, his remaining first generation of descendants whom he sought to love so well? What would Daddio be saying if he were here right now with u...