Showing posts with label scar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scar. Show all posts

Sunday, January 5, 2020

The Lion King: Show Time

A lot of our year is spent preparing for a Spring performance, so forgive me for the next few posts where I chronicle the night of April 26, 2019.

Meet Mufasa, two lionesses in his pride, and a little mouse named Keira.




Mufasa and young Simba





"Rafiki's momma" starting the show with an incredible voice.


It was a beautiful parade of animals.



Kylie and Karis are the two lionesses in the middle of the sun.




Then the mice came on  (Keira's gymnastics class)




Cutie pie!


Scar catches Keira by the tail so he can have a "snack."


ESCAPE!


Mufasa and Scar face off.



Now on to Act 2

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Scarface

Well, do you remember this from back in April?



















How he got glued back together?



















How he sported a really nice scar?


















Well…leave it to Caleb to continue the action on his face.

Last Sunday, right before church started at the ORA base,

Caleb fell of the slide,

from the top,

head-first.













He actually looks pretty good here.

We are thanking Jesus that he didn’t break his neck.

And this time, he has healed miraculously quicker.



Thursday, May 27, 2010

The Scar, April 29

Caleb was running around with a pen in his hand, apparently, and he tripped, fell, and the pen stabbed him in the face. The cut looked like something sharp like a certain tree fruit he had been carrying around as a sword/guitar had done it, but all Cara Bergthold found by him was the pen. So we are going with that…of course, now a new story has developed which involves a safari hunt and a lion attack. It sounds much more exciting than a pen!

Cara is serving in Madagascar, but in Tennessee, she was an ER nurse. Thankfully, she found him and not me. When I saw Doug with him, and saw his face and the blood, I got a little faint.

Anyway, I got a wash cloth, wet it, and Doug held it on his face until we got to Nurse Renee's room.

We put ice on his face while we readied the super glue.



She cleaned it as best she could and then super glued it together. Caleb was the BEST patient ever!!

The glue was perfect on the part close to the mouth, but in the bottom part of the "smile" it wouldn't close right. It kept oozing.

Doug left with his helper for the funeral visit, and I stayed with Caleb. We read a ton of books (no DVDs or TVs), but he was ready to play Monopoly after about 2 ½ hours.

I noticed during the game that he was still oozing,

so Renee decided to glue him again. When Caleb smelled the betadine and super glue, he cried over the SMELL, not the pain. When he cried, he moved his face in such a way that it opened the hole wider. We finally got more glue on it, and bandaged it up.

Doug had prayed over Caleb in the morning, and it really calmed him. I prayed over him and so did Renee throughout the day. Later that night, after getting his bandaged changed, he said, "Can't we pray before we go play games?"

God really did great things! The cut was able to be fixed with glue; it wasn't close to his eyes; it didn't puncture through to his mouth; and Caleb survived. That pen could have gone anywhere! Thank you, Jesus!

It opened one more time, but we could see it was healing from the inside,

so we steri-stripped him together, and it turned out great in the end.

We had a rough first week keeping it held together, but as you can see, he as since healed!

We mentioned putting some "scar remover" oil on it, and he got very upset because he doesn't want the scar to go away. So even though we are applying it, he calls it "Scar Shine" and doesn't remember what it's for. ☺

Renee felt awful and kept saying that in the States he could have gone to a plastic surgeon. But God gave me such a peace. Poor Renee went to give a presentation on malaria and wrote on the white board with a permanent marker. She has since become Caleb's favorite person in the
whole world, and he has a serious crush on her. They spent LOTS of time together, mostly because he would always say, "I'm going to go find Miss Aunt Renee."