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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Update



Just a quick update. Mother has been moved out into a room. She will be having some physical therapy tomorrow. She also has one more test to be done. The doctor has still not found the source for the stroke. She is still somewhat confused which I believe maybe from some of the medication. She may get to come home Friday. Thanks for your prayers.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Good news



My husband went for his biannual check-up today with his oncologist. Everything was normal and he had lost 9 lbs. We are so thankful for the Lord's blessings in continuing to give hubs good health. Over 11 yrs ago, the doctors only gave him 4-7 yrs to live. God has been so gracious.

The doctor wants to schedule another Bone Marrow biopsy in January. This will the first one in three yrs. Blake hates to go through these biopsies and has been so thankful that he hasn't to have one in all this time. Before this it was every 6 mos. then every year. God's grace has been sufficient through all of this and I know that it will continue to be.


Continue to keep my mother in your prayers. She is still not doing well. Pray for SIL. She will be having some testing done in the morning. Pray for the strength of my family as we continue to take care of Mother.


Monday, July 27, 2009

Prayer Request


Friends , I come to you once again requesting prayer for my Mother. Saturday evening Mother had a stroke. She seems to be suffering no ill effects so far. The doctors haven't been able to do all the tests that need be done.
Sunday night and this morning she was in good spirits. Today at the lunch time visitation she was in tremendous pain and very agitated. When she had the stroke, she was cut cold turkey off all of her pain medications. She can't be on pain medications while the doctors are still trying to determine what is going on with the brain. Please be in prayer for her and the family as we try to take care of her. She will be in Intensive Care for a few more days.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Blue Roses


This was sent to me in an email by my uncle. I thought it was very good so I decided to share it with you. How many blue roses do you know or have you met? I know a few and have met several. They are so precious.

Blue Roses

Why do I always have to be the one that starts to do laundry and there's no
detergent? Well, I guess it was
time for me to do my store run, which
included light bulbs, paper towels, trash bags and Clorox. So off I go.


I scurried around the store, gathered up my goodies, and headed for the
checkout counter only to be blocked in the narrow aisle by
a young man that
appeared to be about sixteen-years-old. I wasn't in a hurry, so I patiently
waited for the boy to realize that I was there. This was when he
waved his
hands excitedly in the air and declared in a loud voice, "Mommy, I'm over
here."


It was obvious now, he was mentally challenged, and also startled as he
turned and saw me standing so close to him, waiting to squeeze
by. His
eyes widened and surprise exploded on his face as I said, "Hey Buddy,
what's your name?"

"My name is Denny and I'm shopping with my mother," he responded proudly.
"Wow," I said, "that's a cool name; I wish my name was Denny, but
my name
is Hal."

"Hal, like Halloween?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered. "How old are
you Denny?"

"How old am I now, Mommy?" he asked his mother as she slowly came over from
the next aisle. "You're fifteen-
years-old Denny; now be a good boy and let
the man pass by."

I acknowledged her and continued to talk to Denny for several more minutes

about summer, bicycles and school. I watched his brown eyes dance with
excitement because he was the center of someone's attention. He then

abruptly turned and headed toward the toy section.

Denny's mom had a puzzled look
on her face and thanked me for taking the
time to talk with her son. She told
me that most people wouldn't even look
at him, much less talk to him. I told her that it was my pleasure and then
I said something I have no idea
where it came from, other than by the
prompting of the Holy Spirit.

I told her that there are plenty of red, yellow and pink roses in God's
garden, however, "Blue Roses" are very rare and should be appreciated for

their beauty and distinctiveness. You see, Denny is a Blue Rose and if
someone doesn't stop and smell that rose with their heart and tou
ch that
rose with their kindness, then they've missed a blessing from God.

She was silent for a second, then with a tear in her eye she asked, "Who
are you?"

Without thinking I said, "Oh, I'm
probably just a dandelion but I sure love
living in God's garden."

Please the next time you see a
BLUE ROSE don't turn your head and walk off,
take the time to smile and say Hello. Because by the grace of GOD this
mother could be you. This could
be your child, grandchild, niece, nephew.
What a difference a moment can mean to that person or their family.


From an old dandelion.

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.
Leave the rest to God.






Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Jesus Loves Me for Seniors


JESUS LOVES ME

Jesus loves me, this I know,
Though my hair is white as snow.
Though my sight is growing dim,
Still He bids me trust in Him.

(CHORUS)

YES, JESUS LOVES ME... YES, JESUS LOVES ME...
YES, JESUS LOVES ME FOR THE BIBLE TELLS ME SO.

Though my steps are oh, so slow,
With my hand in His I'll go.
On through life, let come what may,
He'll be there to lead the way.

(CHORUS)

Though I am no longer young,
I have much which He's begun.
Let me serve Christ with a smile,
Go with others the extra mile.

(CHORUS)

When the nights are dark and long,
In my heart He puts a song.
Telling me in words so clear,
"Have no fear, for I am near."

(CHORUS)

When my work on earth is done,
And life's victories have been won.
He will take me home above,
Then I'll understand His love.

(CHORUS)

I love Jesus, does he know?
Have I ever told Him so?
Jesus loves to hear me say,
That I love Him every day.




Monday, July 13, 2009

The Touch of the Master's Hand


This evening my Dad called to ask if I had a copy of the poem "The Touch of the Master's Hand". A very good friend of his had died yesterday evening. He was 90 yrs old. This friend had played the violin for years. However, this friend did not know Jesus as his Savior. One week ago on Sunday evening, he asked the Savior to save him.

My Dad has been asked by the family to read this poem at his funeral tomorrow. Pray for the family and rejoice that there is one more child of God that is heaven. To the right is a picture of my Dad's friend. His name is Clint Kilgore.

We all need the touch of the Master's hand ( his nail scarred hand) just as Mr. Kilgore did. For years he had relied on his church membership to get him to heaven. But for the last couple of weeks he had dreamed about going to heaven and not getting in. He "was introduced to The Gate. Jesus said in John 14:6 " I am the Way, the Truth , and the Life, no man cometh to the Father except by me." I pray that if any of you don't know Jesus as your Savior that you will soon come to know Him.

The Touch of the Master's Hand
The Touch of the Master's Hand

It was battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
"Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"

But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.

"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.

The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."

And many a man with life out of tune
All battered with bourbon and gin
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.

But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters' Hand.

Myra Brooks Welch



Monday, July 6, 2009



This is a verse in the passage of Scripture in Matthew 6 that I claimed when my husband first started his own business. It was a scary time for me. We were moving 240 miles away. We were leaving the security of a regular paycheck. We were leaving friends and church that I loved. We had 2 small children. Our oldest was four. Our youngest was 10 weeks old. I read this passage and claimed the promises there. I can say that we have always been fed and clothed and have not went lacking. God's grace is sufficient. That was nearly 22 years ago. I still claim these promises.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Call to Fall

July 5th is National Call to Fall. We have been asked to fall on our knees and faces to seek God that He may heal our land and bring Revival to our Country. Join me and others in prayer today for America.





























Independence Day


Happy Independence Day!

Thanking God for His rich and bounteous blessings on the USA. Thanking all the men and women now and in the past who fight for and have fought for this blessed freedom we enjoy. Before this day is over, will you join me in Thanking God for the privilege of living in the United States of America. We may not always agree with everything that is going on in this country but I am still proud to be an American. I hope you are too.

Friday, July 3, 2009