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Thursday, November 12, 2015

Why everyone should marry a family doctor, or Happy Birthday to Scott

Family Doctors are the farmers of medicine.

 The people with can-do and make-do spirit who are not afraid to get dirty, to try something new, to work dawn to dusk and beyond.  The people who don't seek glory.  Who are content to do a consistently good life-sustaining job on the fringes, unnoticed.  The people who have your back, who listen, who care, who build for the future.

So on this day let's pay DOUBLE tribute when the Family Doctor becomes a Farmer too.  Happy Birthday to a man who can perform a C section and drive a tractor; run a public health program and build a pizza oven; manage a ventilator in the ICU and split wood for the stove.

So glad I'm married to a Family Doc/Farmer extraordinaire.  Let's keep getting old together.

And speaking of getting old, here's a red oak that fell in our forest.  I counted the rings and this tree was actually 8 years older than Scott.  There is something to be said for just being the last ones standing, as all the maples and birch and hickory turned color and dropped leaves, the oaks stood out in their beauty.  That's our plan for the next couple decades.
But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God.  I trust in the steadfast love of God forever.  Psalm 52:8

The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.  They are planted in the house of the LORD;
they flourish in the courts of our God.
They still bear fruit in old age;
they are ever full of sap and green,
to declare that the LORD is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.  Psalm 92:12-15 

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