Treats

There's nothing like satisfying a hungry gastric container with delightful sugar-coated, carcinogen-containing delicacies from Quillen's First Annual Halloweenie Roast. It sure beats the typical brown-bag sandwich lunch that most of my comrades and I consume during the lunchtime hour.

The past few weeks have been a series of small "treats" for me as I've been wearing out I-81 and I-40 to see those dear to me in the form of pleasant hikes through the Smokies and HTI's semi-annual board meeting in Nashville. I will not be disappointed in the least when in heaven, I don't have to make such exhausting solitary drives to see everyone because we will all be in one place. I am truly grateful for those of you who took time out of your schedules so that I could spend time with you.

If you never have taken the opportunity to drive I-40 during autumn, you must put it on your "10 Things to Do Before I Die" list. The brilliance of the foilage is simply astounding. There's something about being outside that's good for the insides of man. I think if every family in the United States was required to spend one day outside in nature (real nature-not the pseudonature our city government creates in the form of baseball diamonds and glaring stadium lights), I think that the incidence of crime and violence would dramatically decrease. To observe such intricate design and beauty puts everything back into perspective and gives one time to reflect upon their purpose in being here amidst the grand scheme of life.

As the morning devotional Saturday, we were asked to reflect upon Luke 10:1-12 and select a word from the passage that caught our attention. I have been blessed with the opportunity the past few months to take a deeper look at Luke and the life of Christ through Beth Moore's study. The more I study about our Savior the more I am awe of him. I don't think people are turned away from being a Christian by Christ; rather, they are turned away by Christians bearing his name but not understanding what it means to live under that name. How could you not devote your life to someone who had unending compassion for the poor, the sick, the impoverished; deep wisdom to confront the intellectually elite and spiritually empty, unmeasured strength to stand in the face of great opposition, and unfathomable patience to bear with the infedelity of the faithful? How can anyone's life not have more than just a shallow relationship with such a person?

My word from the passage was "intended." We are never sent out somewhere where God hasn't already planned to go. I just ask your prayers as I consider this palette of seemingly unending opportunities presented before me and that he leads me where he intends to go and that we never hold such busy schedules that we fail to set aside time to meditate on the beauty of the life of Christ.


"A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul." -Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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Five Favorite Scents...

...from this past week that will never be marketed as candles.

Isn't it amazing how a smell can evoke a memory? The whiff of an odoriferous substance like bubble gum, the kind that came in the square package with the baseball player on the front, can instantly transport you back 20 years to your childhood and standing in line at the toy store. Or another example--freshly sharpened number two pencils and crayons and you're back in the classroom for your first day of school. The following are five of my favorite scents (in no particular order) from this past week:

1. Horse and Leather
I can't tell you how great it was to be "back in the saddle" again. I hadn't ridden since my wreck over two years ago, and I'd forgotten how wonderful it feels to be astride an animal twice your size barreling down (ok so maybe it was more like ambling down) a grassy field like you're the next messenger for the Pony Express. Thank goodness for classmates whose in-laws own horses near my parents' home :o)

2. Dried Leaves and Haybales
I love the first signs of autumn: the smell of freshly fallen leaves, pumpkins, hayrides, and hot apple cider. No fall break is complete without a trip to the Walden's Pumpkin Farm and the purchase of a few soon-to-be Jack-O-Lanterns. Anyone have any carving or recipe suggestions?

3. Corn Dogs and Funnel Cakes
Cammie and I decided to take another road trip. No, we didn't make it all the way to Vegas this time, just to the Webb School Art and Craft Fair in Bell Buckle, Tennessee. There's nothing like wandering around streets filled with the handiwork of local artisans. I wanted to give 3 adorable snowmen/women good homes but my med. school budget wouldn't allow it. Did I ever mention how cute snowmen can be?

4. Homemade Biscuits and Mashed Potatoes
What a wonderful feeling it is to come home to freshly-cooked meal, especially when you don't have to cook it. Spending time in the Emergency Department this past week has made me appreciate how blessed I am to have parents like mine. I think a large part of who we become depends upon our upbringing and the love and support our parents show us.

5. Unwashed-purchased Clothes
Have you ever noticed how all clothes seem to have a particular smell to them after purchasing them? I'm convinced that all department stores/clothing carriers secretly manufacture and use a fabric spray called "New Clothing Smell." With all this talk about the big "P" word going around school, I decided it was time to purchase some garments that better fit the definition of the big "P" word. Needless to say, I am currently banned from going to the mall or any distributor or seller of textiles and/or related materials.

The past week has been a nice respite from the daily grind of medical school. Unfortunately, the aforementioned scents will soon be replaced by the stale coffee and copy paper aroma of Stanton Gerber Hall. Only two more months until the next break!

Coming to a Hospital Near You

After a juggling of schedule away from doing a preceptorship at Vanderbilt due to the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, I'm back at Smyrna's hospital. I'm in the emergency department all week, and so far it's been a blast. Nothing like spending a day with crushed appendages, myocardial infarctions, MVAs, mentally-unstable patients, and lots of blood (ok maybe not lots of blood). No, it's nothing like the hit show ER, but it's definitely exciting.

I'd write more, but medical students have no time, and this week is no different. I just ask for your prayers for the flood victims in Guatemala (why does it seem like those who have the least are prone to lose the most?) and for myself. Wednesday night is the unveiling of years of God's preparation of me, unbeknownst most of the time, as I present my future plans to the missions committee at church.

I hope you all are doing well, and I apologize for my lack of blog reading. I just don't have time. Drop me a line or a phone call and let me know you're still alive. If you're in Ktown next Monday I invite you to dine with me at the noontime hour. Cheers!!

I'm Back

Seeing how you've missed me by the massive amount of email, phone calls, and hand-written letters I've received, I assure you that once again my presence graces the blogging world. After spending the past week in a midst of sniffles, sneezes, studies, sleepless nights, and stressful exams, I can finally say that fall break has arrived.
Look for more posts to come when I can muster up a more coherent thought other than "H. influenzae is a fastidious pleomorphic Gram negative rod that that is characterized by satellite colonies grown in the presence of S. aureus and factors X and V."

2 Year Anniversary of the confirmation to embark upon this crazy journey and 35% completion of such=time for a well-deserved nap.