The Wedding

Count down one week !
My mind goes back and forth, from The life celebration to the wedding and the similarities.
The celebration of a  life now risen to perfection and the lives of those left behind.
The celebration of two lives joined by the Love of Christ and the leaving of the father and mother.
In both we trust the Lord and his word as we hand over our loved ones into the loving arms of the father.
In both, don't we do this daily and then try and snatch it back ?
We hang on for dear life, like we can somehow control Gods plan.

The Whisper:  I am the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end.

The Gift

 My special delivery, an act of random kindness. The Love of a child and the mom who helped her bless me. My materpiece hangs on the fridge. God speaks in his word about children. Today and the last two as  hearts hurt for the children who lost a grandpa and wondering what there thinking and feeling. Lord protect the hearts of our children, cover them in your wings and hold them in your loving hands. I am so in awe of these little kids and there relationship with God and thanking god for parents who teach there children scripture. Be still in their presence and listen and you will learn much.

The Whisper: Be humble like a child

Frusher

Entering the gate they ushered him in. This morning the sting of death is real. As we Pray and remember a beautiful man, Oh death where is your sting ? It is in the hearts of the Family and friends ... God Im kinda pissed at you... This SUCKS. My heart cries out Arise and get up, I want to call him back to life !

No Smoking

As I look down and see the scar, ringing in my ear the Dr. telling Bob you must help us keep her from moving or she will bleed out and we will lose her. The sounds of the nurses coming into the room and lifting back the covers and saying you must not move. This went on for 24 straight hours, even the turn of my head would make the blood gush from the open gaping wound that was created to remove one blood clot then two. The wound center and the wound vac later stuck to my leg like a giant suction cup. As the weeks progressed and I was sent home, healing was daily and progressing nicely . One month to the day later returning to work for one day and the next in an instant paralyzed from the waist down sitting on the throne calling out to my husband, Bob I can't feel my legs and he lifting me up and carrying me to my bed, I could not even roll over. Then asking him to carry me to my chair before the EMT's arrive and asking my daughter to paint my toe nails before they got their. I remember so vividly my daughter coming and telling me mama its gonna be ok, as she caressed my head tears running down her face, hang on help is on the way. The EMTs arrival and the mad dash to Sanford health where once again Dr. Schultz with ashen face after seeing the dopplers told us, there is another blood clot. Back to surgery, this time unable to walk myself down the hall to that operating room. I awoke, again I had not died. It was all so surreal and then one day later another blood clot and another surgery. The prognosis very grim at this point and the family summoned to come, I may not survive this one. The Dr.s voice cracking as he told me, we are going to try and save your life, but I may have to amputate your leg ! I awoke again, I was not dead. Lifting the covers to see if I still had a leg or if it was gone, seems like just yesterday. It has been 5 years now and the blood tests and clotting we have been able to control, it has been quite a journey. What I remember most is Dr. Schultz anger that my smoking had caused all of this, he was furious.Today I still light up that cigarette knowing it is killing me and that it is eating away the synthetic bypass material that lets the blood flow thru my femmerol arteries supplying my entire body. The prognosis: we will try and save your life, but you may lose both your legs. Still I light up and suck on the killer cigarette as though this is just a dream.. God HELP me...Another surgery 8 months later for the gaping wound is still open but now the size of a quarter yet deep enough to see the arterie. A skin graft taken from the butt, which by this time the harvest is plentiful. Back to the operating room, this time on my own two feet but with staph infection from the groin area all the way to my heart.. antibiotics being pumped intravenously just above my heart. Dear God can you Help me. The leg I can only feel in the very back, there is so much nerve damage that I am told it will never get better and we can never open the leg up on either side ever again. If the graft with a life expectancy of 10 years fails (that is without smoking) we will amputate both legs at the hip. Still I light up and suck on the killer. My God has never left me.

The Whisper: My child I am here, knock and the door will be opened for you.

Diamonds

I was in disbelief as a 74 year old woman shared with me that on saturday the 23rd of April she lost the diamond out of her wedding ring. I to lost the diamond out of my wedding ring on the same day. We shared that we shed a few tears and then accepted the fact that this is a material item. She married 52 years and me 18 brought together by the oddest of circumstance. I wonder what the odds are of this happening to two people who just met a week ago brought together by our jobs. The Lord has given me so much light and sparkle that I find it easy to just accept and move on...
 
The Whisper: This little light of mine I'm gonna let it shine !

PRIDE

Are you better than ?
Are you worse than ?
Self centerdness, that is the problem.
The cure is JESUS.
Shyness is self centeredness
People aren't always thinking about you !
Does everything have to satisfy you ?
Love others more than yourself !
Love God more than  yourself !
The world doesn't revolve around you.
There are things more important than you.
Walk with God and other people.
God is more important !!

The Whisper: Die to self.

It's SUNDAY

GLORY, HE IS RISEN.......