When the Beeping Gets Loud
It all began with a simple B-12 shot. No drama. No concern. Until the nurse checked Carl’s vitals and calmly said words that are never calming:“Your heart rate is 33.” Thirty-three. That’s not a typo. Within minutes, he was gently — but firmly — sent straight to the emergency room. Wires. Monitors. IVs. Machines doing…
Still on the Wheel!
Yes, that’s me. I know when I know that the Potter is working on me — smoothing out my rough edges and making my lop-sided vessel into something He can use. Not that I’m complaining — but I sure want my vessel to be honorable, pure, and holy. It takes three things to make something…