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Isaiah 40:28-31  "Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth  Does not become weary or tired. His understanding is inscrutable. He gives strength to the weary, And to him who likes might He increases power. Though youths grow weary and tired, And vigorous young men stumble badly, Yet those who wait for the Lord  Will gain new strength; They will mount up with wings like eagles, They will run and not get tired, They will walk and not become weary." And you might laugh! I know sometimes I wonder where that strength is. Why are things so hard. I become weary. But am I weary because I have taken my eyes off of the Creator? Things happen; bad things happen. Where is God? He is beside me giving me strength, even though I don't always feel it.  Some of you may say "I pray, and I pray, and I pray and I'm still stuck in this same situation. Why isn't God answering my prayers?" All I can say to you is p...

 My mom has a collection of paper items that HER mother cut out of newspapers and such. Sometimes my grandmother hand wrote some things, so I'm not sure where she got them. And sometimes my grandmother simply wrote out the words to a hymn and saved them.  I'm going to share some of that now and again. Here's one for ya! (I don't have any kind of permission to share this. I'm not sure if Ms. Moorhead is still around and I couldn't even tell you what newspaper it was in. I don't want to break any laws, so I will share sparingly.) FACADE by Wendy Moorhead As I look at peoples opaque facades, I tremble, knowing I reveal a wad of tangled, sincere emotions. I try to appear like others and hide behind a shadow of cliches, smiles and polite "ha-ha's" but I yearn to grow beyond the shallow depths of their "luv" I yearn, I wish, that I would see someone who wants transparency, to show what he feels without wavering. But I fear it is almost too ...

Just got back from trip to MD Anderson. Doctor says no growth, no treatment, see me in 6 months. In fact, the radiology report on my CT scan says nothing has changed since last year.  Doc said next time he'll talk about spreading out my visits even more. I gave him the squirley eye because I get freaked waiting 6 months. Going longer than that between visits with no treatment....scarey. So he laughed and said "ok we'll keep it at 6 months".  I should be excited about this, but I would prefer I get a report of NED, No Evidence of Disease. I wish they could cut them all out and call it good. Then maybe I would be okay with going in less often.  Reality is, I am very lucky. I have been dealing with this cancer actively now for 5 years. I've been through some rough times. I've said before breathing became very difficult. I had trouble walking a flight of stairs. But thanks be to God and the amazing doctors at MD Anderson, I have a good life.  Some of you are cance...

I was raised Catholic. Going to church was a very formal thing. We dressed up every Sunday and on Easter we added hats (sometimes even gloves). Once you stepped into the "sanctuary" you had to be totally quiet. In my early years mass was in Latin so it was difficult for anybody to really understand. What a sad way to try to bring others to the saving knowledge of Jesus. Through sermons and songs we learned the basic stories of Jesus, but why the recitation of words people didn't understand? Fortunately, they gradually moved to all English service, and I think they eventually relaxed the dress code.  Once I married and we stopped going to Catholic mass, the services were not as formal. You could talk in the "auditorium" before and after service without being stared at, but dressing up for church was still a thing. Dress codes began to relax for church, but by then I was the pastor's wife and it was expected that I would dress up and so would my kids. There we...

I was a shy lass. Making eye contact is still difficult for me.  I mentioned before that kids were unkind to me in grade school. Now whether I was shy and unusually quiet and that's why kids picked on me, or did kids pick on me and THEN I became shy and unusually quiet? I don't know. I kinda think I was always shy. I was always the last one picked to be on a team.  I was the slowest in the 100 yard dash and I could never make it to the top of that stupid rope.  They made fun of me 'til I cried and when I cried they laughed at me.  So I became  withdrawn. I stayed away from people when possible.  As an adult I learned to cope. I learned to trust people a little more.  When I lost my voice box it became more difficult to be around people. I have to have a lot of determination and patience to be understood. If my voice prosthesis is working, you can bet it will start malfunctioning about halfway through a meal. Some people don't even bother trying to talk...

Psalm 23. You may or not be familiar with it. I wasn't going to put the entire thing here, but decided that it is best left intact. Psalm 23 (NASB)  The Lord is my shepherd. I will not be in need. He lets me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters. He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness for the sake of His name. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me.      Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;      You have anointed my head with oil; My cup overflows. Certainly goodness and faithfulness will follow me all the days of my life,      And my dwelling will be in the house of the Lord forever. The Lord cares for me. For you.  THE CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE CARES ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU!  How can we even fathom that?   Something I cannot fathom is evolution. H...