Aug. 3, 2006

   Please keep us in your prayers.

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This is a very difficult time and I am feeling very down and almost forgotten by God.  Please pray for us.  We need it urgently.

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Jun. 26, 2006

   I think this was written for me...

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In my prayers as of late, I have been asking God to please reassure me and help me to be calm during this period of waiting.  Today's "Our Daily Bread" reading could have been written just for me -

 

Two Great Fears

 

He guides them to their desired haven.  Psalm 107:30

 

Psalm 107 tells of "those who go down to the sea in ships" (v.23).  Along their journey at sea, they see God as the One behind the tempestuous storm and the One who calms it.  In the world of sailing vessels there were two great fears.  One fear was of a terrible gale, and the other was of having no wind at all.

 

In "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner," English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) describes tempests and doldrums at sea.  Two lines have become household words:

Water, water everywhere,

Nor any drop to drink.

 

In doldrum latitudes, the wind dies down and a sailing ship remains stationary.  Captain and crew are "stuck," with no relief in sight.  Eventually, with no wind, their water supply runs out.

 

Sometimes life demands that we weather a storm.  At other times it puts us to the test of tedium.  We may feel stuck.  What we want most is just out of reach.  But whether we find ourselves in a crisis of circumstance or in a place where the spiritual wind has been taken out of our sails, we need to trust God for guidance.  The Lord, who is sovereign over changing circumstances, will eventually guide us to our desired haven (v. 30.) - Dennis Fisher

 

I will not fear the howling storms of doubt,

Nor shudder when I feel I'm all alone;

But I will trust my Savior as I shout:

"The Lord's my helper - He is on the throne!" - Hess

 

God orders our stops as well as our steps.

 

 

After weathering storms for several years and feeling like the wind is gone from my sails, it is good to be reminded that I am not alone and that God has a plan, even through this.

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May. 31, 2006

   When it rains, it pours.

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Sunday night just after 9pm, I was coming into the house from putting sheets in Rose Arbor and Alyssa met me at the door. Somehow right after I came in, she slipped and hit the cabinets under our gift shop area. She grabbed her foot, then let it go and began to screech. After sitting with her on the couch and looking at her foot and briefly feeling it, I packed her up and took her to the ER.

We had to wait and wait and wait. They finally took an x-ray at like 11pm. She broke her toe and because of how it was, they had to realign it. Alyssa doesn't want her feet touched on a good day. If anyone looked at it last night, she told them not to.  She actually did not cry once we got in the van to go except for the x-ray.

The doctor said that we could do one of two things. We could hold her down while he got the toe straight and then wrapped it and the toe next to it with tape or he could give her a shot and put her out. We went back and forth and back and forth and finally decided it would be easiest for her if we put her out.

Just before 2am, two nurses gave her a shot in each thigh. Within about three minutes, she started looking confused and looked up at me and said five or six times over and over "Mama. Mama. Mama." And her head fell back in my arms and I cried. Her eyes stayed open the entire time, kind of flitting around and they let me hold her in my lap. They hooked her up to all of the monitors to watch her vitals. The doctor yanked and pulled on her toe and got it straight and wrapped. They put a gauze over her foot and then we began trying to wake her up. They had told me she would be out for 20 minutes. It was way longer and I was scared to death that she wasn't going to wake up. She would blink and eventually move her eyes towards our voices. Then she'd try to swing her head in the direction of sound. And eventually she was able to make eye contact and look at me, but couldn't hold her head or body or talk. By the time we left, she was speaking in a very slurred voice and attempting to lick a popsicle. She looked at one of the nurses and said "You poked me".   We didn't get home until 3:30am.

Two broken bones in 4 months.  I hope this isn't the beginning of a trend with her.

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