Prayer Request

I'm not really sure what to write, other than life seems to be a complex journey at times. I'm in a bit of an emotional state about a good friend that I love very much. My friends dad is very sick and needs prayer. I am very aware of the scenario's that come with these kinds of situations. One being death. One being life. One being a miracle. Im not sure where this one will go but I do know that I cant comfort my friend, nor can I change her situation by myself I also know that prayer is a part of my life and God asks us to always be in prayer. If you happen to be reading this at anytime would you pray for my friend JeNae and her family. The following is the prayer request our church received today:

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We just found out today that my dad's cancer diagnosis is worse than initially thought. He had a full body scan that showed not only is there cancer in his chest, but in the bones in his legs and in his liver. He begins radiation treatment tomorrow and will also receive chemo. His doctor is treating very aggressively. This is such difficult news,especially given that I'm due to deliver his second and child in a matter of days. Please pray for healing, peace, and comforting. Thank you and God Bless!

JeNae
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"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to proper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you."
~ Jeremiah 29:11-12.

Cry Out To The Storm

My baby sister Lindsay sent the following saying to me and it's now one of my favorites. I wanted to share it with all of you. I love you Linz.

Do not cry to God about how big your storm is, cry to your storm about how big your God is.

YES. I HAVE A JOB.

Dearest Friends and Family,

I wanted to let each blessed one of you that Im fine and well. Im not dead and I have not been entered into the Witness Protection Program. I have a second job.
My first job as you know has been a stay at home mom. I prefer to use the title "CEO" of a small company. My newly aquired second job is where I actually get a paycheck for my multi-tasking talents. I want to thank all of you for being so patient with me during this transition. I could not have done it without all of the care and support. Im sorry if I have not returned your calls and I am working at taking my third job as an administrative assistant to myself more seriously. If you want to get together with me for any kind of fun or relaxing activity please contact me immediately on my cell phone and I will return your call promptly. If you have a request that needs immediate attention please leave a message on my home phone. If you require emergency assistance please dial 911.

Love ya.

Bella, Beautiful.

December 14,2005
Revised June 10, 2008

Bella Sue is my sweet, innocent dog. Her eyes tell me so much about her. "I want to please you." her eyes say. I identify with Bella. I want to please people too. I didn't change her name when we adopted her because she was "Bella". Translated it means beautiful. I couldn't have imagined her with any other name. We have so much in common, or do we? Maybe. One thing we had in common was that she needed to be rescued and I was shopping.?
When I first noticed the pet adoption kennels, I didn't see her. She was in the far, back end of her kennel hidden in the shadows. When I approached the kennel she came closer to the front where there was more light. She looked a little scared, so I cautiously put my hand up to the kennel bars to see if she was friendly. Bella crept toward my hand and started to lick it over and over again. She had been so brave. I could see that her desire for love overpowered her fear of rejection or harm. My heart opened up for her with every crazy lick. We understood each other. She was Bella, she was beautiful. She was love. She was who she was, sweet and innocent. I loved her. Right then. Right there. It was so simple. In my mind something so simple and good must be questioned. In my mind, I said, "I can't trust myself." So, I left her there and prayed. I waited. I didn't want to make a mistake. This was the first dog I would own as an adult. Why was it such an important decision? Commitment is a promise. My promise would be to take care of her, love her, nurture her and teach her. A promise which would include to take care of her even if she pooped in my closet or peed in my living room. I didn't want to disappoint her or myself. I decided to involve my family with the decision making and blizaam! Prayer answered. She was mine, slash, ours...
"It's just a dog.", some people might say, but I know she is a blessing. She is pure love. She doesn't need much and she doesn't want much. She is vulnerable. She relies on me to live. She relies on me for food, discipline and love. Mostly, she just wants us to love her. Bella's nature is one of reslience and forgiveness. Her example has changed the way I view life and relationships. Bella has taught me some great lessons. I am so grateful for her. Her silence sometimes speaks volumes. She speaks to me with her eyes, her ears, her tail, her posture. She says "Im sorry.", "It just smells so good.", "Accept me for who I am." Bella has no malice. She means no harm. She does not hold grudges. Everyday is a new day. She has forgiven me over and over. I love her and her love has been a great teacher.

For M.

I expect to pass through life but once. If therefore, there be any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do to any fellow being, let me do it now, and not defer or neglect it, as I shall not pass this way again. ~W.P.

The Three Letters

This has been an interesting Memorial weekend for me. Usually I choose not to remember the people I have lost in my life. I, instead, try to forget. Today, with love, I would like to share these next 3 letters. The letters are from my dad to my mom and I. I was 7 years old at the time of the letters. My dad passed away in 1986 when I was 15 years old.


Letter 1
Postmarked Dec 15, 1977


Hello Susan and Natalie,

I was glad to hear from ya and hope I do get a picture before Christmas. It's the sh-ts that I won't be able to bring or even buy any gifts for you two. I hope you have a real nice holiday.
How in the hell did you afford to get that mutt out?
What classes are you taking and what's your routine?
That's great your doing so good in school but that's par for you.
I'm sorry that I've made it so hard for you and Natalie but I get crazy ideas in my head. I wished I could set everything straight but I don't know if I can straighten things out for myself. I've been trying to think of how I can get my life going since I've been in here and before, but I get so down I say f--- it. I just cant seem to do it, so I don't know what I'm going to do when I get out. I hope I'll see you and Natalie soon after I get out at the end of January. I think it might do me good to move away. Tell Natalie that her card was the best present I could ever get, it's the neatest card I've ever seen in my life. It's hanging right above my head next to the picture I got of her last year. I love you ladies, always thinking of you.
Well I'm going to sleep now I'll write again soon and tell you about all the sh-t that hit the fan yesterday.

Love you's,
Rob

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Letter 2
Postmarked Dec 21, 1977


Hello Susan and Natalie,

It was good to hear from ya. It sounds like Nat had a nice birthday. I would like to have a picture of you and Natalie if you would send one right away. I should be out sometime after the 25Th of Feb. so I'll come and see you two in February. I wrote Rochelle but I guess her arms are broken or something. Oh ya, I know you still have that picture of ya you had takin a few years ago so send one.
I sent that letter on the first so it must of got lost in the mail for a while. I don't know if Natalie should come up to this f---in' place, Its pretty bad but maybe around the first or sometime, we'll see. I don't know if I can handle to see her because she probably will feel bad and so will I. I'm sorry things are going wrong with everything for you and I'm sorry I cant help ya. Maybe 1978 will be a great year, I'm sure going to try my best to do good. I still have love for you and always will, tell Natalie I love her more than anything in the world. Please write right away.

Love you both,
Rob

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Letter 3
Enclosed with letter 2


Hi Natalie,
I'm sorry I missed your birthday but I tried. I have your picture here with me, the one you sent me last time I was in jail. I wish you a Happy Birthday and I love you very much. I hope you write me and tell me what you get for your Birthday and Christmas. Tell your Mom hi and everybody else. I will see you in Feb. that's when I should get out.

Love you very very much,
Your Father

Fish On!

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Turn the Light On.

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And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. -Genesis 1:3

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