Friends are God's way of taking care of us

This was written by a Metro Denver Hospice Physician (came to me via email):

I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I barely managed to coast into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the quickie mart building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay.

When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel.

At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.

I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying 'I don't want my kids to see me crying!,' so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, 'And you were praying?' That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, 'He heard you, and He sent me.'

I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked to the next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little.

She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City.  Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan. 1, and finally, in desperation, had called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there.

So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.

I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, 'So, are you like an angel or something?'

This definitely made me cry. I said, 'Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people.'

It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.

Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings...

Psalms 55:22 'Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee. He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.'

Here is the prayer:

'Father, I ask You to bless my children, grandchildren, friends, relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their spirit this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where there is self doubt, release a renewed confidence through Your grace, In Jesus' precious name. Amen.'

Santa gives the gift of Hope

I think this story came around on email last year. It's so good - I just had to share again.  Merry Christmas all!

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Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at the Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl.

"Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend? Your sister?'"

"Yes, Santa,' he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly.

Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!" the child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly.

Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.

When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted.

"What is it?" Santa asked warmly.

"Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but.." the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.

"The girl in the photograph... my granddaughter well, you see ... she has leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way, Santa, any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That's all she's asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa."

Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do. Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon. He knew what he had to do. "What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed, dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "This is the least I can do."

When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying. He asked the assistant location manager how to get to Children's Hospital.

"Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.

Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier that day.

"C'mon......I'll take you there." Rick said softly. Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa.

They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall. Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah on the bed.

The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the Grandmother and the girl's brother he had met earlier that day. A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead. And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with a weary, sad look on her face. They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah.

Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!"

"Santa!" shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him, IV tubes intact.

Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug. A child the tender age of his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder and excitement. Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes. His heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room.

As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering "Thank you" as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes. Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very good girl that year.

As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl's mother.. She nodded in agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands. Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels.

"Oh, yes, Santa... I do!" she exclaimed.

"Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you." he said. Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed. He asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease. He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing, softly, "Silent Night, Holy Night.... all is calm, all is bright...."

"The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all.

When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah's frail, small hands in his own. "Now, Sarah," he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well. I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at Mayfair Mall this time next year!"

He knew it was risky proclaiming that to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he "had" to. He had to give her the greatest gift he could -- not dolls or games or toys -- but the gift of HOPE.

"Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room.

Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between them and they wept unashamed.

Sarah's mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and rushed to Santa's side to thank him.

"My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly. "This is the least I could do." They nodded with understanding and hugged him.

One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by and then one day a child came up to sit on his lap.

"Hi, Santa! Remember me?!"

"Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her. After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each child feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that moment.

"You came to see me in the hospital last year!"

Santa's jaw dropped. Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He scarcely recognized her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were rosy -- much different from the little girl he had visited just a year before. He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.

That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus.

He had witnessed --and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about -- this miracle of hope. This precious little child was healed. Cancer-free. Alive and well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank you, Father. 'Tis a very, Merry Christmas!"

Heavy Heart - More prayer needed

(Jed and Diane)

My heart is heavy today...for so many reasons...

However, I got two calls yesterday that caused my heart to be even heavier.

My friend Diane called - Jed's PET scan revealed a mass in his right lung.  It's the same lung that had cancer in it a year ago (that was removed by surgery and chemo).  The mass appears to be fast growing, less defined and large.  Chemotherapy starts today, Wednesday, 12/9 and will last for 6 months. 

Diane and Jed have to drive three hours each way to treatment - through lots of ice and snow in the winter time. 

Their hearts are heavy.  They are still trusting God and believing in a cure - in His love - in His strength - in His perfect peace.

Please pray for them to endure, to be healed (Diane has her own health issues), to be surrounded with love and comfort and for every blessing to be showered on them.

The second call I got last night was from my friend Lisa.  Her dad (Gil) was diagnosed with Mesothielioma - a lung cancer caused by exposure to asbestos.  Lisa's grandfather died from that.  There isn't much more info than that at this point.  However... I don't know if any of Lisa's family members (including Lisa) are born-again Christians so will you please pray for salvation in case they aren't?  I'm approaching this gingerly and could really need prayer on it myself in talking with Lisa.

Thank you my blog friends... for your prayers...for being there...for being you.

I know there are so many prayer needs right now.  I pray for each and every one of you too...

(I just created a slide show of the prayer buttons I have. Feel free to grab the link below if you want to post it on your blog.

 http://www.slide.com/r/7yBpNU2_7z8Loci6q0HmoD8PTIhKILmK?previous_view=mscd_embedded_url&view=original  )

Hurting others

Tonight I had the distinct displeasure of hurting someone.

A friend of mine introduced me to her brother a few weeks ago. He was a nice enough guy so I gave him my phone number. He's been calling - and calling, and calling, and calling, several times a day.

Sometimes he'll leave a message on my machine and say he'll call later - other times he won't leave a message at all (I'll just know he's called due to caller ID).  If the guy didn't leave a message or said he'd call back later I didn't call him.  I took him for his word that he'd call later so I didn't call.  Even when I told him of my plans and that I wouldn't be home he'd call and either leave messages or not.  He got upset.

I got irritated and frustrated.

I'm new to this dating thing again - after 15 years of a relationship. I don't really know the rules.  I'm older... and I wish I could say wiser.... but this phone thing and the calling and calling thing?? I didn't think it was supposed to work like this.

Today though was the last straw. The messages he left were apologetic for bothering me and for upsetting me. He said he got the feeling I didn't want to talk to him anymore.  (I hadn't told him I was upset ... I didn't get a chance to do so!)

I waited a couple of hours before returning his call.  I was doing my best to calm down and not lash out at him the second he picked up the phone.
I wish I could say the conversation went well. I wish I could say he wasn't crying when I hung up the phone.

I tried to be nice...as nice as I could be while telling him that this just wasn't working out...that he was a nice guy but...

In the end, I know I could have done better. In the end, I know I could have been softer and some how kinder.

I'm used to being the one hurt. I'm not used to being the one who hurts others - on purpose.

It's not a feeling I like.

I've been praying for him since I hung up the phone.  He's young (very young - but legal!) and has as much to learn as I do or more when it comes to relationships.  He's been hurt in the past.  I've been hurt in the past. 

I just don't think I'm ready for this dating thing.  I thought I was.  I hoped I was.  But I just don't like this "not working out" thing.  Someone always gets hurt.  And, I don't particularly like being on either side of it.

Pink Glove Dance

There are tons of people in this world - so creative - and so willing to help others. I received this youtube video via email but just have to share. It's an example of a whole bunch of people coming together to fight Breast Cancer:

"Our daughter-in-law, Emily (MacInnes) Somers, created, directed and choreographed this in Portland last week for her Medline glove division as a fundraiser for breast cancer awareness. This was all her idea to help promote their new pink gloves. I don't know how she got so many employees, doctors and patients to participate, but it started to really catch on and they all had a lot of fun doing it.

When the video gets 1 million hits, Medline will be making a huge contribution to the hospital, as well as offering free mammograms for the community. Please check it out. It's an easy and great way to donate to a wonderful cause, and who hasn't been touched by breast cancer?

Ann Somers"

Praise and Prayer for Jed

My friend Jed had his outpatient brain surgery last week. He came through it great!

His PET scan is tomorrow, 12/7.

PLEASE pray for complete healing - for the surgery to have worked, that there is no trace of cancer anywhere in his body.

Please pray for my friend Diane, Jed's wife, as she has her own health issues and has been doing everything she can to care for Jed. She is amazing!

Thank you so much for your prayers. God is healing Jed!!

Daily Devotions

Do you do "Daily Devotions?"

I started reading a little devotional about a year ago. Every night, like clock-work, I would end my day be reading the devotional and my Bible. It would clear my mind and help me sleep.

I've always heard how you should "start your day with God..." but I was doing good ending my day by studying His word.

However, this morning I STARTED my day by reading the devotional. It's from "The Word for you Today." The topic is "Words to live by in troubled times." And, for three days the Guide has Bible verses that support, encourage and lift up those in troubled times.

I've really found that by reading devotions every day (day or night) that my Faith has increased. I've grown closer to God and stronger in my relationship with Him.

Do you know the meaning behind the 12 days of Christmas?

I think this came around last year on email but wanted to share it when it came around again. I find it so interesting - in more than one way!

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From 1558 until 1829, Roman Catholics in England were not permitted to practice their faith openly. Someone during that era wrote this carol as a catechism song for young Catholics.

It has two levels of meaning: the surface meaning plus a hidden meaning known only to members of their church. Each element in the carol has a code word for a religious reality which the children could remember.

-The partridge in a pear tree was Jesus Christ.

-Two turtle doves were the Old and New Testaments.

-Three French hens stood for faith, hope and love.

-The four calling birds were the four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke & John.

-The five golden rings recalled the Torah or Law, the first five books of the Old Testament.

-The six geese a-laying stood for the six days of creation.

-Seven swans a-swimming represented the sevenfold gifts of the Holy Spirit--Prophesy, Serving, Teaching, Exhortation, Contribution, Leadership, and Mercy.

-The eight maids a-milking were the eight beatitudes.

-Nine ladies dancing were the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit--Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self Control.

-The ten lords a-leaping were the ten commandments.

-The eleven pipers piping stood for the eleven faithful disciples.

-The twelve drummers drumming symbolized the twelve points of belief in the Apostles' Creed.

Handbags

Have you ever noticed girls who set their handbags on public toilet floors, then go directly to their dining tables and set it on the table?

Happens a lot! It's not always the 'restaurant food' that causes stomach distress. Sometimes 'what you don't know will hurt you'!

Read on....
Mom got so upset when guests came in the door and plopped their handbags down on the counter where she was cooking or setting up food. She always said that handbags are really dirty, because of where they have been.

It's something just about every woman carries with them. While we may know what's inside our handbags, do you have any idea what's on the outside? Women carry handbags everywhere; from the office to public toilets to the floor of the car. Most women won't be caught without their handbags, but did you ever stop to think about where your handbag goes during the day.

'I drive a school bus, so my handbag has been on the floor of the bus a lot,' says one woman. 'On! The floor of my car, and in toilets.'

'I put my handbag in grocery shopping carts and on the floor of the toilet,' says another woman, 'And of course in my home which should be clean.'

We decided to find out if handbags harbor a lot of bacteria. We learned how to test them at Nelson Laboratories in Salt Lake , and then we set out to test the average woman's handbag.

Most women told us they didn't stop to think about what was on the bottom of their handbag. Most said at home they usually set their handbags on top of kitchen
tables and counters where food is prepared.

Most of the ladies we talked to told us they wouldn't be surprised if their handbags were at least a little bit dirty.

It turns out handbags are so surprisingly dirty, even the microbiologist who tested them was shocked.

Microbiologist Amy Karen of Nelson Labs says nearly all of the handbags tested were not only high in bacteria, but high in harmful kinds of bacteria. Pseudomonas can cause eye infections, staphylococcus aurous can cause serious skin infections, and salmonella and e-coli found on the handbags could make people very sick.

In one sampling, four of five handbags tested positive for salmonella, and that's not the worst of it. 'There is fecal contamination on the handbags' says Amy. Leather or vinyl handbags tended to be cleaner than cloth handbags, and lifestyle seemed to play a role. People with kids tended to have dirtier handbags than those without, with one exception.

The handbag of one single woman who frequented nightclubs had one of the worst contaminations of all. 'Some type of feces, or possibly vomit' says Amy.

So the moral of this story is that your handbag won't kill you, but it does have the potential to make you very sick if you keep it on places where you eat. Use hooks to hang your handbag at home and in toilets, and don't put it on your desk, a restaurant table, or on your kitchen countertop.

Experts say you should think of your handbag the same way you would a pair of shoes. 'If you think about putting a pair of shoes on your countertops, that's the same thing you're doing when you put your handbag on the countertops.'

Your handbag has gone where individuals before you have walked, sat, sneezed, coughed, spat, urinated, emptied bowels, etc!

Do you really want to bring that home with you?

The microbiologists at Nelson also said cleaning a handbag will help. Wash cloth handbags and use leather cleaner to clean the bottom of leather handbags.

(Per email I received)

The South Dakota Ghost

This out of state traveler was on the side of the road, hitchhiking on a real dark night in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing ghostlike in the rain. It slowly and silently crept toward him and stopped.

Wanting a ride real bad the guy jumped into the car and closed the door; only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel, and no sound of an engine to be heard over the rain. Again the car crept slowly forward and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running. The guy saw that the car was approaching a sharp curve and, still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and began begging for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and into a nearby lake and he would surely drown!

But just before the curve a shadowy figure appeared at the driver's window and a hand reached in and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend. Then, just as silently, the hand disappeared through the window and the hitchhiker was alone again!

Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran and ran, into town, into Stoughton .

Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and voice quavering, ordered two shots of whiskey, then told everybody about his supernatural experience. A silence enveloped and everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth (and was not just some drunk).

About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says to the other, "Look Ole, ders dat idiot dat rode in our car when we wuz pushin it in da rain!"

(A funny email I received that I just had to share. Hope it made you chuckle!)

Small Spaces

The other day I posted about my cleaning and organizing escapade....
Well...I thought I'd share a picture of one of my kitchen cupboards.

I live in a small space. My kitchen is pretty tiny so there is just not much room for a lot of dishes and things.

One solution I found is to use little wire type shelves. I've had this little "thingy" for quite some time. I was able to repurpose it and gain more sehlf space. Now I have a shelf within a shelf which enables me to keep like things together for easier use and appeal!

Whoo hoo!

Surgery for Jed

Hi there...
My friend Jed is having brain surgery tomorrow.
It's the "laser" type surgery to get out the remaining spot.

Please pray for the surgery to be a complete success...no recurring cancer and for peace for Jed and Diane.

Thank you!

Savin' Moolah

I came across this great blog one day not too long ago. It's been in my Blog roll, but in case you haven't seen it I thought I'd post about it.

It's called 918 Coupon Queen and posts all kinds of info for saving money. A lot of the coupons are for her particular area, but a lot of them are also nationwide.

She also has a devotional page...

I just printed a bunch of coupons for Campbell's soup, stuffing and those fried onion thingy's for Thanksgiving.

Go check it out if you are interested!

Today

Today started out with me feeling very sorry for myself. I got angry....angry at myself for feeling that way and angry at others.

I've been asked to help with a few things lately and have been happy to oblige (truly!). I've been trying to help some others as often as I can...and know it's not often enough.

Today though I got upset because I need help with some things. I've asked but no one has come to my aid.

So.... instead of allowing myself to enjoy a pity party I kicked myself in the butt and went in to high gear. I scrubbed the kitchen (still have the floors to go). I decluttered. I rearranged kitchen cupboards and organized them. Then I went to the dining room and decluttered almost all of it....tossing things into the "next" Goodwill box.

I fixed myself delicious tea and have been drinking it all day.
Doogie (feeling much better - Thank you God!) wanted to play so in between tossing a toy I kept picking up and putting away.

THEN I discovered something:

I've still been struggling with self-worth issues.... big time.
I've been struggling with feeling different - knowing I'm different because of my history of abuse and abandonment.

As I was down on the floor playing with Doogie something hit me: It's okay to be unique. It's okay to be different. It's okay to be me.

That's simple...I know.

But it not only hit me...it sank in and through me.

Whoo hoo!!

AND - then as I was reveling in my revelation I realized that I didn't have to call my EX who I would normally call to tell everything to. I called another friend who actually took the time to hear of my functioning and realizations.

Healing is taking place in me. Maturing is taking place in me.
And, I'm thankful. Oh, so very thankful.

Peace to you.

'It's Called Christmas with a capital "C"'

Happy Veteran's Day

Happy Veteran's Day to all...

Thank you to every man, woman and their families - those who serve in our United States Armed Forces.

Thank you for your selfless sacrifices.
Thank you for doing what you do so that we may live free.
Thank you.

May God be with you - always.

Fort Hood Memorial

Did you happen to catch the Fort Hood Memorial today?
I did... unexpectedly.

President Obama gave a wonderful eulogy. I thought his delivery was beautiful.

Tingles went racing through my legs as each dead soldier was pictured on the screen. My heart just breaks for those families in that tight knit community. Some of those soldiers were so young. I think the ages ranged from 19 to 62.

My prayers go out to these families who lost their loved ones on American soil - so totally unthinkable.

More Praise - Update on Jed

My friend Jed had his appointment with his oncologist Tuesday.

His lungs are CLEAR - no nodules!
The spot in his brain has shrunk more than 50%!
Praise God!

He goes in for a laser type surgery on the 20th to remove the rest of the cancer from his brain.
He will go back for a PET scan in December to ensure all cancer is gone from his body.

Please keep praying for complete healing and please, thank and praise God for the healing that has already taken place.

Whoo hoo!

Peace - It's Time - Part 2

Written by my Aunt - The Voice Lady
Pictures by my Aunt and Uncle.

Take a couple minutes, sit back and enjoy. It's really beautiful.

My Baby... Doogie

Mom asked me tonight if I've asked my blog friends to pray for Doogie. It's been a while since I've asked for prayer for him.... so here I am, asking again.

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Doogie had his third chiropractic type Vet appointment on Tuesday. They went easier on him than they have in the past, but it wasn't enough. Tuesday and Wednesday have been full of pain for him. He's not been able to walk much and it's taking a great effort for him to get outside to go potty.

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Tuesday night Doogie pulled himself up to my chest where he slept for several hours....head on my shoulder. I held him and prayed over him.

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Please pray for Doogie: for his spine to be healed, the discs to work properly, and for the pain to be removed. Please pray for him to keep his mobility.

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He is on a couple different pain medications, a few different supplements and a steroid.

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Please pray for me: to be able to afford and get him the best care (surgery is $4500 plus - which I cannot do). Please pray that when the time comes for me to say good-bye, that I can do it with grace and peace and that I won't be alone.

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I feel like I've had my baby my whole life, yet he's only been here for two years. He's been such a joy and is so helpful to my well-being. I fear the loss more than I can say.

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Thank you.

A video on Peace

My Aunt just sent me this video she created. It's message is: "Peace - It's Time."

The music ... soothing.
The photography ... fabulous, courtesy of my Aunt and Uncle.
The message ... hopeful, written by my Aunt.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YW2VmxtiHVo

It's lovely.

I hope you enjoy.

God's speaking!

Thanks to all of you for your kind and supportive comments on my post from yesterday.
I'm praying for all of you too....and that your financial and other needs be met too!

That little Bible verse gadget on the right side of my page had a verse on it when I first logged on. It read something like, "And He will supply your needs according to His great riches."

I thought I could hit New Post and type in the exact verse but um...no...silly me forgot the verse changes with every "click" on something new.

However...I believe God is speaking to me through you all and through the little gadget on my blog.

I hope and pray you all have a very blessed day!

Why???

Why is it that even though you (I) know God has a plan we (I) still freak out over money issues?

Yesterday I was invited to go out with my family for dinner at a restaurant. I couldn’t go because I don’t have the money…..which made me feel very bad and cry once I got behind my own door. My mom understands my situation but my brother and his family don’t… as far as I know.

I had to sit by the phone all day today to wait for a call to see if I could get some help with my financial situation. They called twice. Both times I tried to answer but for some reason the line wouldn’t connect and I couldn’t get to them. I missed out on getting help today... and had to reschedule again. I'm hoping and praying that when they call back we will connect and I will get the help I need.

I so dislike where I am at in my life right now. I know it could be worse so am trying to find the positives and the bright side. But the panic attacks are increasing and other bad things are rearing their ugly head too.

I really think I’m being tested and I’m praying I pass with flying colors. It's a minute by minute challenge sometimes and this is one of them!

I pray "this too shall pass" and SOON!