tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90106680255204194052024-02-07T12:25:46.127-08:00Just a Stitch in TimeEnjoying the journey one stitch at a time.Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.comBlogger149125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-46799010450050168042013-06-03T21:55:00.002-07:002013-06-03T21:55:09.531-07:00Still here after all these years... <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8l7iv_JCzFGsXB2l4pUpdt84HFx-GY6MyaqGxEuEQ9mMCz_hWjx1xSmkQp98L7fFMLvgN-b5Ko4moXuC0YRXbXJ6f17oBPPqoChAatV0nMOxOnvufc8RHxZbaKza2t6dX2eVisLVGAnPY/s1600/image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8l7iv_JCzFGsXB2l4pUpdt84HFx-GY6MyaqGxEuEQ9mMCz_hWjx1xSmkQp98L7fFMLvgN-b5Ko4moXuC0YRXbXJ6f17oBPPqoChAatV0nMOxOnvufc8RHxZbaKza2t6dX2eVisLVGAnPY/s200/image.jpg" width="200" /></a>It has been a long, long time since I've posted on my blog. I guess I've just not needed the outlet, but beyond that... life has moved forward.<br />
<br />
My Allen is so much better in every way except his right eyesight, continued dizziness, and memory. We can discuss something and five minutes later he won't remember. Terribly frustrating some days. He still sits and watches TV way too much, but I can't seem to change that. We just keep on and I stay busy with what I love doing... we moved to the Hill Country here in Texas and I love wandering around here discovering more the of the beauty around it. I love quilting, gardening, fixing up the house we bought here in Wimberley. I get Allen out as much as he's willing to wander around and do things with me.<br />
<br />
I continue to wait and trust. I still hope for continued healing for my precious husband. <br />
<br />Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0Wimberley, TX, USA29.9974362 -98.09862040000001629.8874002 -98.259981900000014 30.1074722 -97.937258900000018tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-46090938578535524362011-11-14T11:19:00.000-08:002011-11-14T11:28:32.035-08:00Well, I'm back...I need to blog and vent... I've hit the wall and I don't know what to do.<br />I can't seem to get Allen interested in doing anything besides sitting in his recliner and watching TV or napping. He used to read a lot, but his eyes, dizziness and lethargy have worked against him doing that much now. He's always been a couch potato. That was why he got so heavy and between that and the BP his aneurysm burst. He was 'bent' toward them with his dad and brother having them, but nevertheless... physical circumstances didn't help. He's lost weight and is healing and really is improving all the time, but I can't help but feel it's not good for him to sit around so much. I let it go as necessary because of all dizziness he always has and that's true. I probably would feel the same way if I was dizzy all the time. But what kind of life is it to just sit and watch us do what we do and not have any activities short of conversations, tv, church and lifegroup a couple of times a month. We are going to the stroke support group when we can, but it's an hour. He goes on errands with me when it works and he feels like it. I'm a homebody, too, so I don't go out much. I do have my quilting bees and guild meetings that I go to, but that's not anything he's interested in. <br />ARGH... I feel like I'm failing him by not being more active in finding things for him to do during the day. I just don't know what to do. If I don't push something and I mean push it, it doesn't happen.<br /> I haven't been weepy over his situation in a long time, but I am now. I just feel kind of helpless with it.<br /> I'll consider any ideas on how to improve this situation.Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-71900173590465038032011-11-09T18:37:00.001-08:002011-11-09T18:37:44.559-08:00Connecting Threads<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY7CVOnIB62Djoyog81luF46S8yiJ5QoJAy0UCM6MP9DCWoNYpD0_ECEMPjQyJQG1SokPVc21dPRPTN8vLP7JqkCT4Xg466adFi2mMzVCUUA3p1WTikfjNFN-SYwywqliret3LAWU4wVE1/s1600/4674.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY7CVOnIB62Djoyog81luF46S8yiJ5QoJAy0UCM6MP9DCWoNYpD0_ECEMPjQyJQG1SokPVc21dPRPTN8vLP7JqkCT4Xg466adFi2mMzVCUUA3p1WTikfjNFN-SYwywqliret3LAWU4wVE1/s200/4674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673190760105705890" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.connectingthreads.com/cfCart/viewWishlist.cfm?wishlistid=8B39BDB4-00E3-C75C-8D88C141C68E326C&media=WLBL">I love Connecting Threads !!!</a>Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-10326365860195663922011-11-09T18:28:00.000-08:002011-11-09T18:29:16.400-08:00Sweet Leslie...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vioRtT0GXpM/Trs293HE-fI/AAAAAAAADaE/gSaHWinGcnA/s1600/lovely_friend_1278844691.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vioRtT0GXpM/Trs293HE-fI/AAAAAAAADaE/gSaHWinGcnA/s200/lovely_friend_1278844691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673188591996828146" border="0" /></a><br />Again... I'm not keeping up here much. Leslie... I think you're the only one checking here now! Bless you for staying around and keeping an eye on what's going on. I put a message on the comment page, but here it is again...<br />Leslie... you are such a wonder to keep checking on us. God is good and things are okay. Christy is not healed, but she is coping and not in as much pain. We are still waiting. We hope that something will come along that will help her. Allen gets better and better all the time. It sneaks up and pokes me...LOL He will say or do something that shows he's remembered something he didn't before. He's using a cane now because he's 'tired of the walker'. That's awesome. It gives him the balance he needs though he's still dizzy. It's near impossible to get into a good neurologist where we live so we are still waiting on an appointment. I look forward to moving to central Texas where there are better doctors and more of them. Thank you for checking in. If you'd like to link to my facebook where I post a little more often now cause it's short and sweet, you'd be welcomed to. I'm under 'Linda Fox Chase'. Blessings to you from South Texas!Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-50484325851503013102011-09-29T08:18:00.000-07:002011-09-29T08:28:59.688-07:00We need another miracle, Lord!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Q-GSTMdFZa8XWYaa6NrFM6AZ7rle9ASJEFpovq87vjgZHBM9ojW0T7D_YVDG6WxKpDEgZ7xhpTFzz_vHqIi4NEeHiZu7Z2yQI91YSfIAZcrY_BtsaakLiJPjXk668IFBybv4ovi3Q1LU/s1600/1315340324796-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Q-GSTMdFZa8XWYaa6NrFM6AZ7rle9ASJEFpovq87vjgZHBM9ojW0T7D_YVDG6WxKpDEgZ7xhpTFzz_vHqIi4NEeHiZu7Z2yQI91YSfIAZcrY_BtsaakLiJPjXk668IFBybv4ovi3Q1LU/s200/1315340324796-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657803662117813570" border="0" /></a><br />Well, if anyone is still reading and praying...<br />My middle daughter, Christy, needs our prayer and needs a miracle from God. About four years ago she hurt her back pretty badly lifting furniture. Over time and with adjustments her muscles built up around it and she could cope. Long story on how she got to this point, but bottom line... she has 6 herniated disks, doctors don't want to do surgery, she's in constant pain, using a wheelchair to get around and looking at long-term disability. It's the pain that makes coping so difficult. She is so worried because her precious husband, Peter, is doing all the house living stuff after work and taking care of Betsy. Betsy goes to preschool during the weekdays because Christy couldn't get her schoolwork done and couldn't physically chase a 2 yr old right now. She is really discouraged. The Vicodyn she lives on has complications and doesn't completely kill the pain, either.<br /><br />ONLY GOD can take care of this. Please pray.Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-63218644994340634002011-09-25T18:13:00.000-07:002011-09-25T18:27:42.534-07:00A year gone by...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIZYwmLRLIviYcE0GMAEl-5S3YHFv6PtXh-hWuWrGsffLgGgK52szQ1TQQzmvc76A1qWl9I7dMLZ5ZWHI1ygjaFMgxC8QmQdqy4NSewBz1xrhCqXIvPJkazh15L_SLH8KD2oKtOT1v-rCz/s1600/Sunset.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIZYwmLRLIviYcE0GMAEl-5S3YHFv6PtXh-hWuWrGsffLgGgK52szQ1TQQzmvc76A1qWl9I7dMLZ5ZWHI1ygjaFMgxC8QmQdqy4NSewBz1xrhCqXIvPJkazh15L_SLH8KD2oKtOT1v-rCz/s200/Sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656473797428005266" border="0" /></a><br />You know how sometimes a year can seem like yesterday and other times a lifetime ago?<br /><br />One year ago, on September 28, 201o, our world got turned upside down. Allen came home with a tremendous headache after work. I was rocking Betsy and said hello. He said hello to the girls and went to the kitchen for a snack. He headed back to the bedroom, as he usually does, to lay down and rest. A short time later Erin saw her daddy leaning up against the dresser not moving. He said he was in tremendous pain and couldn't straighten up. I ran in and he asked me to run cool water over the back of his head while he leaned over the tub. Within a few minutes he started talking gibberish and then passed out. Jamie called EMS and our journey began...<br /><br />As I wrote in older posts, we went from VBMC Harlingen, expecting that he might die. After a week, still in a coma, we were airflighted to Houston where we rode a roller coaster of waiting for him to wake up, but hearing doctors say to prepare to let him go.<br /><br />After a week here, a month in Houston, a month in ICU in a Harlingen LTAC and two months in Brownsville rehab hospital (not counting the nightmare week in Retama), our precious Allen came home to us. I had my dear, precious husband and the girls had their daddy (and granddaddy). Over seven months at home, including 3 or so months of home health rehab has taken him from nearly bedridden to up and around with a walker. The dizziness won't seem to go away completely and he still gets confused, but each week brings more healing. <br /><br />I am every grateful, all our family is, that Allen is still with us. And better yet, he says he is grateful, too. With all he's gone through, it would be easy for him to wish he hadn't made it. After all, he'd be in the arms of Jesus and in heaven now. Sometimes I feel a little selfish for wanting him to stay, but not enough to change my mind.Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-36614662990750020252011-06-29T13:17:00.001-07:002011-06-29T13:18:54.898-07:00Update and a move???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFHmTU7a1mdzYuVA1YzhC9Te_Wy5haNhEuqMp4nco5KuZOo6MJTFwVVaE5HuWpFsZgIR4dYFwMqx2W1deGyaSQsqqXhgO8N-_eHOupgJ7RZ818eYQM0hHCpfVK5zFTvkP-7lEWKKPezH-/s1600/21850021.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFHmTU7a1mdzYuVA1YzhC9Te_Wy5haNhEuqMp4nco5KuZOo6MJTFwVVaE5HuWpFsZgIR4dYFwMqx2W1deGyaSQsqqXhgO8N-_eHOupgJ7RZ818eYQM0hHCpfVK5zFTvkP-7lEWKKPezH-/s200/21850021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623738753455342354" border="0" /></a><br /><p>Well, loved ones... update... Allen is doing well, but the dizziness keeps him from moving around as much as would be good for him. The Drs say it's normal and will hopefully subside in time. He is remembering more and more, but still gets confused about things that have happened or he thinks happened, but it's less and less. God is good! Unfortunately, insurance will not cover much on any therapy so we have to try to keep it up on our own, which is hard to keep him motivated to do that. Pray.</p><p>But some other news I need your prayers about. We've wanted to move to the Hill Country area ... country out of Austin... for a long, long time. It would be closer to my brothers. It seems like this might be the time to make that move. Allen likes the idea and we are looking. We are getting things done around the house to prepare to put it on the market and test the waters. Please pray that God will open the doors HE wants open and give us peace as we follow HIS will. We are looking at land, talking to builders, looking at houses online, having a friend check out properties and talking to real estate agents up that way. We have an agent here that will list the house in the next few weeks... The hard thing is leaving those we love so much here and it IS hard to think about, but we still keep feeling this tug. We will lay it down though if it's not God's plan. We are trying to be prepared for whatever the Lord brings our way.</p>Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-71776748191927978132011-06-11T19:39:00.000-07:002011-06-11T19:52:53.868-07:00Home away from Home...We had a wonderful vacation last week! We went to Killeen for a couple of days to visit my brother, Jim and Gail. We went to Belton's waterpark on Sunday with Gail and my great-niece, Michaela. Jamie visited a friend from Temple and Allen and Jim spent the day at the house watching westerns. <br /><br />We spent a few days in Denton next visiting my brother Charlie and his family. Patsy had been under the weather, but we had a great visit with Charlie, Pat, Jon, Amy and Pat's sister, Jenny.<br /><br />On Thursday we left for San Marcos and Wimberley. It was great. We have long dreamed of living in the hill country. We drove around a lot and looked at houses and properties. We don't know when the Lord will open the door for it, but it's in our heart and prayers. Since Allen is 'retired' now we can live wherever the Lord leads and if he is leading us this way it sounds wonderful. <br /><br />We were glad to get home to our own beds, though. And God brought this wonderful handyman around who made us a great deal to do some work around the house. We came home to trimmed trees... powerwashed, rotten wood replaced and freshly painted house.... YEA! It looks great and I told Allen all his honey-dos got done!Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-16100799375301606742011-05-20T15:47:00.000-07:002011-05-20T18:56:17.572-07:00It's been a while...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aD2qXk9eqqA/TdcH3og4xxI/AAAAAAAADYE/wH5IyExrcbI/s1600/home.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 89px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aD2qXk9eqqA/TdcH3og4xxI/AAAAAAAADYE/wH5IyExrcbI/s200/home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608960513262798610" border="0" /></a><br />Working, house and car issues, keeping our family going where we need to be when we need to be... that has kept me busy... and it is so wonderful. It seems like a new kind of normalcy. I haven't always been able to do what I've wanted to do, but that's okay.<br /><br />For Allen's therapy, we're between insurance approval... grrr. We are finishing up physical therapy but not able to have speech and cognitive for a little while. I just spoke to Lori, the most gifted, sweet christian speech pathologist who has helped Allen so much. She is looking forward to coming back for more therapy. Heather, our sweet, patient PT has helped Allen, as well. He gets tired of it, but he is getting stronger, standing longer, walking longer. Once the dizziness is better, I believe he will walk and move much better.<br /><br />If you ever have the opportunity to spend time with my Allen or with someone else who has had this kind of stroke in which the frontal lobe was affected, be prepared to speak intelligently to someone who sometimes cannot pick out the right words or has gotten details of dreams, imaginations, television and reality all mixed in a way that seems very real to them. Don't argue that they're wrong or think them crazy. You can help them understand the way you see it and I am told it helps the Executive function in their frontal lobes to begin reassociating what is true and real. As their pathways are rewiring and finding the way to and from the correct information, most find their way back to a clearer understanding and less confusion. We are believing that for Allen. God has been so good and I expect no less of him as we travel through this season. Allen is becoming more and more understanding of what has happened. Not that he remembers it, he was in a coma. But little bit by little bit short term memories of conversations and planting themselves and being more easily retrieved.<br /><br />I continuously run into so many of you who are still praying for Allen, for me and the girls. I am so amazed at the faithfulness of God's people. You are so wonderful to hold us up. I still am being carried through each day. I remind Allen always of your prayers, God's faithfulness and God's reminders for us to wait and trust. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> "Where else would we go, Lord? You have the words of eternal life."</span>Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-82787183808536317202011-05-07T21:19:00.000-07:002011-05-07T21:50:20.421-07:00Little victories...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JN19Y7lxz6I/TcYfg25n7TI/AAAAAAAADXc/Cx9QCBLVuhg/s1600/2011%2B003.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JN19Y7lxz6I/TcYfg25n7TI/AAAAAAAADXc/Cx9QCBLVuhg/s200/2011%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604201435662642482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Allen has had low pulse rate, blood pressure a little high and for a few days this last week he was awfully lethargic and 'goofy', ie..more confabulations. So... I took him to the doctor Tuesday and he did a urine check to see if he had a UTI and even after culturing... NONE! That's really a victory because after so long with a catheter in the hospital, it seemed like he was constantly getting UTIs. It could come back, but not as likely since it was completely clear. Thank you, Lord Jesus. As for the low pulse, the doctor changed his BP meds and we're working on the dosage to also get his BP to a better place. They also found he is a little anemic and low thyroid, so both of those can make him lethargic. I wish he was off all meds, but you know, we can do what we have to do. God has obviously got has hands on the man and will walk him through this, too.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6-fDAAbjHLs/TcYfhOPDm4I/AAAAAAAADXk/7GWcc_ErQiw/s1600/2011%2B005.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6-fDAAbjHLs/TcYfhOPDm4I/AAAAAAAADXk/7GWcc_ErQiw/s200/2011%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604201441926552450" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Well, my work is going well. God is good to provide it for me and it's working well with my home schedule. The guys and TJ are great to work with. Allen is getting used to some of the comings and goings I'm doing for work and he's really flexible with what's going on around the house. My desktop died last week. The True Solutions geniuses are working on it. They are so great. I am so glad I have my laptop, though. I'm just hoping I didn't lose the pictures I just put on the hard drive of the desktop.<br /><br />We kept Betsy last night and today and it was great. She is full of fun and energy and no, I can't keep up with her, but thank the good Lord for Erin.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQdap6iXo28wdqM3bN9M1Z2QoMFVS5MYfenGyOiiDA5LGZnKWJ0uq5CGZr-iYS0WQGE_Zgvm7JlypQTvIAEF4mTpXwFFhrjLz8MpClwjvjABelJtl9_q6D5t6JlEckF5YWdZFH8wTCgiP/s1600/2011+011.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQdap6iXo28wdqM3bN9M1Z2QoMFVS5MYfenGyOiiDA5LGZnKWJ0uq5CGZr-iYS0WQGE_Zgvm7JlypQTvIAEF4mTpXwFFhrjLz8MpClwjvjABelJtl9_q6D5t6JlEckF5YWdZFH8wTCgiP/s200/2011+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604201443355569650" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I did something dumb, though. I went out to weedeat the yard so Erin could mow. I was moving some heavy planter buckets that I'd used last year for vegies and yep, threw my back out. I kept going and got the trimming done, but I hate being slowed down.Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-38530523508393901152011-04-25T15:48:00.001-07:002011-04-25T15:57:28.771-07:00A message from Allen...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQsAnZpLrhM/TbX71_svKhI/AAAAAAAADWc/sFl7XmJC3ug/s1600/2011%2B057.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQsAnZpLrhM/TbX71_svKhI/AAAAAAAADWc/sFl7XmJC3ug/s200/2011%2B057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599658616755792402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" >I was telling Allen about how many people have been praying for him and following the blog and facebook. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0kECjPNoa_E4mHe8HbOHdMvljvq_0Fx7j-3mhSXOzC99buMDZRGbOk3Ua2LcPQkngyQh_lkY9mtEN3jhQTByb6jD7HN7774_iwbcHm_wnLBadULk1Ik_7r7RnbSjO9PxQa6mWG2LLlQB/s1600/2011+321.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0kECjPNoa_E4mHe8HbOHdMvljvq_0Fx7j-3mhSXOzC99buMDZRGbOk3Ua2LcPQkngyQh_lkY9mtEN3jhQTByb6jD7HN7774_iwbcHm_wnLBadULk1Ik_7r7RnbSjO9PxQa6mWG2LLlQB/s200/2011+321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599658618160243090" border="0" /></a><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" > He just asked me to write and tell</span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" > everyone how much he appreciates the prayers and he's asking God to bless you equal to how much he's been blessed.<br />Wow... God is doing some incredible things in my dear love. He does get frustrated that things he thinks happened didn't and </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_5hZd1r_hzw/TbX72RJU4-I/AAAAAAAADWs/vtTZksG0_Zc/s1600/2011%2B318.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_5hZd1r_hzw/TbX72RJU4-I/AAAAAAAADWs/vtTZksG0_Zc/s200/2011%2B318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599658621439108066" border="0" /></a><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" >that he forgets what happened. TV, dreams, thoughts and reality get so mixed up. But we have these incredible moments when things are very clear.</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you, Dear Lord.</div>Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-4916804242163449912011-04-24T22:10:00.000-07:002011-04-24T22:28:33.318-07:00Resurrection Sunday 2011C<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnqJtYkwfxjf_dqIoRRVNELSeQaJlWptcAS8pqgtss0PSQCXPiM-P9vaMJ8_cv33VFvOG-9-nwbZdmeL0CI_pbztu4YUgCBD_YitQNPARcguhqMxtToMZJbnKoAr7p5LQzwiLlyNJixVvq/s1600/2011+Allen+Easter+church+3.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnqJtYkwfxjf_dqIoRRVNELSeQaJlWptcAS8pqgtss0PSQCXPiM-P9vaMJ8_cv33VFvOG-9-nwbZdmeL0CI_pbztu4YUgCBD_YitQNPARcguhqMxtToMZJbnKoAr7p5LQzwiLlyNJixVvq/s200/2011+Allen+Easter+church+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599386736799854002" border="0" /></a><br />We had a beautiful celebration today. Not only did we get up early and go to the early service, but Allen came with us for the first time since his injury. He used his walker and said he didn't even get tired. It was quite a walk for him and lots of stops to and from to greet people along the way.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirOAJQyWYX4sgOG_C08QXseElYKDiNJKLf33j-jkYdf_bLGkstjn5pFyeCFhADMPsawcSw7PVkKXjF6vSg2jqIfSHafifUySnxc29WbBJUu2IyhLc5h6A28jKIG05wqC4WoSORN5iIc1IT/s1600/2011+Allen+Easter+church+Bro+Barry.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirOAJQyWYX4sgOG_C08QXseElYKDiNJKLf33j-jkYdf_bLGkstjn5pFyeCFhADMPsawcSw7PVkKXjF6vSg2jqIfSHafifUySnxc29WbBJUu2IyhLc5h6A28jKIG05wqC4WoSORN5iIc1IT/s200/2011+Allen+Easter+church+Bro+Barry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599386740207072834" border="0" /></a> What a wonderful blessing it was to be by him at church once again. Praising the Lord. Being loved on by God's people. He sang and raised his hands to praise God. I am so blessed.<br /><br />The program at church was teens painting canvases<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl2re06fqB_b4uia-S_fG_2IUOsJuuBXEXOkui0cUw0N5aCrWD1H-iC90Imeb2yoMCZtpHwYCEEkJUTFpOxKggy61NLsH-OE9Pn946HuuY0AfwNVbzhJjXKmEWBOe_zX1deayTAG0D_Kja/s1600/2011+Easter+Sunday+paintings1.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl2re06fqB_b4uia-S_fG_2IUOsJuuBXEXOkui0cUw0N5aCrWD1H-iC90Imeb2yoMCZtpHwYCEEkJUTFpOxKggy61NLsH-OE9Pn946HuuY0AfwNVbzhJjXKmEWBOe_zX1deayTAG0D_Kja/s200/2011+Easter+Sunday+paintings1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599386733972117170" border="0" /></a> while another sang and the pictures are the finished canvases. Really incredible and moving what God did for us by sending his son not just to die for us, which he did, but to live forever for us as we get to live forever with him. <br /><br />After church, Christy, Peter and Betsy came and we had a wonderful lunch and Betsy looked for eggs and cracked confetti eggs on our heads and her own and then she swam in the redneck swimming pool! LOL ... she loves riding in the wheelbarrow and Erin filled it with water for her. She had a wonderful time and we had one, too, while we sat outside and watched. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirX1XEsG0AvUHu9asUT4c4AYT7zCkbGOI7CyROc-7eeIotiCkCJNXqn3p80xFqYrkqZDOxzHiuWc8Lqd37QX05XRrZP2XR8bNQRHxlVbrDmSnyh_VGL8g3w1vP8N9v4q6DA9bRswhNFc4Z/s1600/2011+red+neck+swimming+pool+3.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirX1XEsG0AvUHu9asUT4c4AYT7zCkbGOI7CyROc-7eeIotiCkCJNXqn3p80xFqYrkqZDOxzHiuWc8Lqd37QX05XRrZP2XR8bNQRHxlVbrDmSnyh_VGL8g3w1vP8N9v4q6DA9bRswhNFc4Z/s200/2011+red+neck+swimming+pool+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599386747025553794" border="0" /></a>We watched movies and had a wonderful time. God is so good to us.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu8-K8Y0op0NK41DIeynKedf2jiWS8suOQy2iUxFo2Tj_OIV6uulHj9mDvuwTT466Yyx5IwJvBKrojLQbU7cxwL4cU9ejT3BIlGv6JAgNNzI_RMXL4cE5ZHZEo0mwUS_EE2J2BwZV5mAB0/s1600/2011+Betsy+egg+hunt+2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu8-K8Y0op0NK41DIeynKedf2jiWS8suOQy2iUxFo2Tj_OIV6uulHj9mDvuwTT466Yyx5IwJvBKrojLQbU7cxwL4cU9ejT3BIlGv6JAgNNzI_RMXL4cE5ZHZEo0mwUS_EE2J2BwZV5mAB0/s200/2011+Betsy+egg+hunt+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599386743143170962" border="0" /><br /></a>Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-48675719777929695652011-04-22T10:08:00.000-07:002011-04-22T10:37:27.329-07:00And life goes on...It's funny how we're getting into routines around here. Still Allen is progressing and still he has short term memory loss. <br /><br />This morning, like lots of mornings, he woke up not knowing what happened to him or remember much of the day before.<br /><br />This morning, however, on this beautiful Good Friday morning, he woke up and (with walker) went to the kitchen to let the dogs out of the garage. They sleep there on their little dog bed and whine at the door each morning when they've decided we've had enough sleep. This is the first time he's done that since the injury, but he used to do it each morning when he got up to get ready for work. IMPROVEMENT! He was also heading to the closet to get his uniform to get ready for work. I reminded him that he was retired now and didn't have to go and he was dumbfounded, like usual, about that. He decided to go back to bed and we lay there and talked quite a while about his past, more recently the last 10 or 15 years which are sketchy. He was amazed at it and said he felt a little lost. Believe it or not, IMPROVEMENT. It all means that roads are starting to form to and from information in his head and that that Executive Function is trying to wake up. <br /><br />As I may or may not have posted, we had been in a quandary over how to school Erin for next year. She has been homeschooled the last 7 years and I never thought about putting her in a traditional school, but for next year it seemed like that might be the answer. With helping Allen and now working from home as 'dispatcher' for <a href="http://www.truesolutions.biz/">True Solutions</a>, my time would be limited, I was thinking. And Jamie has done so much to help with homeschooling this year and can next year, but she will begin a more intensive online program to finish her degree next year. <br /><br />So... we checked into a charter school here which was pretty much the only one I would choose to put Erin in because of reputation, discipline and mostly the Lord's peace with it. But... they haven't had an 8th grade opening for next year, so ... we now have lots of peace that the Lord will continue to give us what we need to continue home schooling next year. I thought about our regular government schools available, but not with much confidence. Then Jamie, who teaches with the <a href="http://www.avid.org/intro.html">AVID tutoring program</a> that does college prep at a local public middle school, came home saying... "NO, NEVER." She loves teaching there, but doesn't want her sister there. Says something because she was homeschooled through graduation and there was a time when she was going into middle school that she really, really wanted to go to public school. <br /><br />You know, I have to realize that I cared for Mom and Dad when they were aging and ill, as well as working from home in a similar job and still homeschooled. God is sufficient. <br /><br />Now, I'm kind of excited about next year already. We have ordered one of the best science programs for homeschooling. It's <a href="http://www.apologia.com/">Apologia Science</a>. I've always felt lacking in the science area and had been interested in this program, but it was more pricey than some and I 'made do' with other programs. Well, they clearanced out 1st version for the 2nd version and YEA!!!! I got it.<br /><br />Jamie has opted to continue her English for next year and there's nobody better to teach her. She'll focus on writing and literature and I'm getting "Daily Grams" to keep her brushed up on grammar skills. <br /><br />We have Allen's college math that he never got to do and it's the college remedial program with online work and study helps. We went over it and it's perfect to keep her going forward and be ready for college algebra. <br /><br />Erin will continue reading and doing papers and projects for history and begins the post-civil war period. PE will continue to be our Kinect exercise program, though I'd love to find another outlet for her, as well. Typing will be a priority next year and she will become proficient in it. There are a few other things we'll be adding in and I am focusing on more outside activities, such as 4H. So... that's it in a nutshell. <br /><br />I am happy for clarity and the Lord's leading. I believe the Lord allowed us to stick our toes in the water of public/charter education choices and gave us peace to continue the path we've been on for a long time now. Do I think homeschooling is perfect? No, no educational choice we have is perfect, but it's perfect for us for the time being and my goal has always been to teach my children to love learning and how to learn, how to find the information they need as they need it.Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-31663569072675548132011-04-18T20:50:00.000-07:002011-04-18T21:38:09.267-07:00The Joker Returns<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZaeXi1mUUtRBcE62pYJCfPnn4PWuQgz2mVeccCvDkTUM3RU9YiM1J3VaVTDFNj5CN0smavXpSKxMp8uMyE4l2GxT05pGLbO2Xsfk0qbTGPvpotDZmjx8xalgMA8bJlD8L7E7c_eX5PUfX/s1600/joker-card.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZaeXi1mUUtRBcE62pYJCfPnn4PWuQgz2mVeccCvDkTUM3RU9YiM1J3VaVTDFNj5CN0smavXpSKxMp8uMyE4l2GxT05pGLbO2Xsfk0qbTGPvpotDZmjx8xalgMA8bJlD8L7E7c_eX5PUfX/s200/joker-card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597148943802220050" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Allen had a week or two with more confusion and fatigue. It took a while to be sure, but it looked like another UTI. They seem to cause the confusion and fatigue in Allen, which is not uncommon. So... back on antibiotics, along with the cranberry, D-mannose, and probiotics we've been using to help combat the antibiotic repercussions.<br /><br />So..he's better, less confabulations than we had for a while. <br /><br />This morning he was so groggy! Took forever to wake up and then when he did and had a shower and shave and breakfast... still groggy. Well, mid afternoon when Heather, the PT, came... she had him standing still for an extended time to work on balance and he kept teasing her that he was going to use her to keep balance. Then had him walking forward and backward and he obviously thought it was silly, so he began to MOONWALK backward. What a character. He still needs help to keep his balance, but he's getting stronger.<br /><br />Allen is coming to terms... sometimes... with the confabulations. He really feels like what he says really happened. It's got to be incredibly frustrating for your brain to play games with you. From what I've learned it's part of the frontal lobe's Executive Function that lets our 'self' know what is real and what is fiction, tv, dreams, imagination. The article I recently read encouraged that the Executive Function will wake up and do it's job one of these days. It's just wait and trust and pray... hmmm<br /><br />Where have I heard that before?<br /><br />Oh, yeah... besides the last 50 years... many, many times over the last 6 1/2 months, the Lord has been very clear that that is our position ... What a safe place to be, held in the Lord's arms... waiting, trusting, praying. Thank you, Lord for all you've done and all you're still doing in our lives... for my precious husband, loving, giving daughters, and family and friends who have continually held us up in prayer.<br /></div>Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-68783062265923423672011-04-08T22:01:00.000-07:002011-04-08T22:18:53.000-07:00Insurance Coverage?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRdHTr6IOazVR8Q64pVpP_koCx31L8c3HxzgXqz8RKTOYZyBof99UqR2b0HvMG8fHOLN50OHa0XxftmwHwVXkBzXA3a3gKUZ0H8oNluj7GLrqs72pv6HlNo4WRTOnZERqa2mynH9d2TvUK/s1600/why.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRdHTr6IOazVR8Q64pVpP_koCx31L8c3HxzgXqz8RKTOYZyBof99UqR2b0HvMG8fHOLN50OHa0XxftmwHwVXkBzXA3a3gKUZ0H8oNluj7GLrqs72pv6HlNo4WRTOnZERqa2mynH9d2TvUK/s200/why.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593448961363125874" border="0" /></a><br />Well, I guess I could have gotten pretty discouraged and I did cry a few tears, but God's grace has been so comforting. A few days ago I got a call from the pharmacy that Allen's insurance was discontinued.... EEK>> Well, it was getting switched over to Cobra, but the insurance dropped the ball and didn't contact me like they told me they would. So... I had 60 days and got it taken care of. I had been told that Cobra would just be 102% of his previous premiums, but...<br />the girl on the insurance end of the phone told me that to cover Allen, Erin and myself would be $1028 !!!!! Can you believe that? That's insane! Well, I just asked them to keep covering Allen (for $350 a month) and drop Erin and I. It wouldn't be good, but we have to keep Allen covered.<br /><br />So... They still didn't get their act together so the pharmacy could fill the meds. The second one I talked to said... Sorry, the insurance would be retroactive, but if I needed them now I had to pay for them. Well, this included all his medical care, including his therapy... grrrr.<br /><br />Then I talked to the home health agency and she said she'd have to wait until his approval went through before she could recertify Allen for more therapy, but... she prayed with me before we got off the phone asking God to take care of the situation.<br /><br />So... I was online at the benefits site and trying to get the payment taken care of and I clicked on the link that talked of his cobra benefits and it was much, much lower than they said. So... back on the phone to the insurance and guess what? Target provides insurance at employee cost for 12 months in the case of long term disability. Isn't God awesome? We have another 12 months of coverage for the family at less than it was going to be for just Allen per month.<br /><br />Allen is doing well. Still improving daily. Getting stronger and making sense more. He still confabulates, but when I talk to him about it he seems to take it in that it didn't really happen. I never want him to think I think he's lying or crazy because it is never that. This is just one of the symptoms of the stroke that will heal with time. All the stuff in his head is mixed up and dreams and reality get mixed up, too. He's always had these very vivid dreams that are like movies, so it's kinda expected that he would still have them, I suppose.<br /><br />So, come over and visit Allen if you're near. The company and remembrance of friends and family is a good thing. If he says something weird, just tell him you're not remembering it that way. Little by little it is getting better. Our God is an awesome God. I'm asking the Lord to complete that miracle and lift him out of the fog or lift the fog off of him, whatever. I want the Lord to clear his mind completely, miraculously. He is a wonderful man who is still showing me and our family so much love. He loves God and prays for us. I know it's not impossible for God. Think about how much God has done over the last six months. It's incredible.Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-57849284571949436532011-03-28T07:01:00.000-07:002011-03-28T07:16:11.105-07:00Another foot forward...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAGmxMCbEAM/TZCYHkfUhFI/AAAAAAAADVM/5hmJ03hhez8/s1600/foot.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAGmxMCbEAM/TZCYHkfUhFI/AAAAAAAADVM/5hmJ03hhez8/s200/foot.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589134393388336210" border="0" /></a>Just a quick note...<br />Allen is progressing well. His short term memory is sketchy. That will return. He is stronger every day. He is now going room to room on his own. It was white knuckles not following him, but Jamie encouraged me that he needed this independence. This morning I woke up as he was walking out of the bathroom, so he's doing well.<br /><br />I am now a working woman. Allen is on long-term disability, but that doesn't quite cut it financially. God is good because a few months ago when I was contemplating about going back to work and what I would do and troubled because I can't leave him and I want to be a stay-at-home mom still... God brought Mark and Tammy Jo to me as they had my name in their hearts and heads for a dispatcher for their business. I can do this from home and as the business grows I'll work more, but still be home most of the time. Our God is an AWESOME God. Well, when they first mentioned it I was willing to start whenever, but knew that I was needed with Allen a lot at that time. They weren't ready for me then, but ... now is the time and it's God's perfect timing, as usual. So... I begin. I'm excited about doing it and about staying home. I'm a homebody and always have been. I'm so grateful.<br /><br />And... please pray... we are making decisions about Erin's education. We have asked God to make the decision and part of it should be made this week, so please ask God to make our paths clear. With me working and caring for Allen and Jamie starting an excellerated college program to finish her Bachelor's, Erin could be schooled at home, but we believe maybe God is wanting something different. She has been wanting to try out 'regular school'. I think she needs some of the things it would provide her. We do not believe that traditional public school will be where she'll be so God will work out all the details.<br /><br />I've continued to hear how people are still praying for Allen and our family and I am so grateful. Thank you all for being such dear friends and loved ones. Thank you for checking in on us through my blog. I don't intend to discontinue it because it so good for me to journal it and others still want to know how he's progressing. May God continue to bless you.Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-76936604250530747282011-03-19T14:12:00.000-07:002011-03-19T15:11:45.811-07:00Daddy's girls...Allen is still improving all the time. He is wanting more independence and that is good as long as he is safe. He walked 86 feet the other day with the therapist. The doctor is pleased with his progress and doesn't need to see him for 2 months unless we need him sooner. Now, we just keep going forward, trusting God and waiting on Him to complete the good work He began in Allen.<br /><br /><br /><h2 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: lighter;">Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform [it] until the day of Jesus Christ. Philippians 1:6 </h2><br /><br />I want to take some time to thank the good Lord and recognize my daughters. We have been very blessed with our precious children, but it hasn't always been easy. We've always loved each other, but there were times they didn't like us very much and I know it was mutual. Growing up is hard and kids want to have control over their lives, comings and goings, decisions, etc. Parents want to save them from serious mistakes and unfortunately, we aren't always able to accomplish that. But there is one thing that I know for sure. Parents can't go where kids choose to go sometimes, but God never leaves them and he uses every experience they have to create a beautiful person.<br />One of those beautiful people is our eldest, Jamie.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4CqsqI3MFwYsl3TQzoP3w7UtW5GVsYxkMPTzBFggm95cUaGZuLiifKK2PRSMzrHGxy_KW0ZaOc1gRlAJxte4dqm8xmeDcO3lUSEOUGK4c_yaUhrjC0cmZQtvM6hufBVyOzYo6_Bg6zyzJ/s1600/100_1299.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4CqsqI3MFwYsl3TQzoP3w7UtW5GVsYxkMPTzBFggm95cUaGZuLiifKK2PRSMzrHGxy_KW0ZaOc1gRlAJxte4dqm8xmeDcO3lUSEOUGK4c_yaUhrjC0cmZQtvM6hufBVyOzYo6_Bg6zyzJ/s200/100_1299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585914294754015330" border="0" /></a> She has come full circle and all of her precious traits she had as a child were formed together with all the experience that God used. When the direction she was going was not where she ultimately wanted to be, she decided (after we offered) to come home and go back to school to finish her teaching degree. Though a gifted graphic designer, her heart is in education, especially history and literature. She felt bad starting over, but she didn't know at the time that it was God directing her home because we needed each other. That was a month or so before Allen's stroke. She has been such a blessing... She spent many hours talking to and reading to, praying for and singing to her Daddy. She believed God and wouldn't let go of the fact that God wasn't finished with Daddy on earth, that he was going to raise him up so he could testify to God's goodness and miracles. Spiritually, she has held me up, prayed, encouraged. Emotionally, she made sure I didn't have to carry any more than I had to. And physically, she has kept the house going, kept Erin doing her school work and has reorganized and accomplished so many repairs and remodels that also encourages my soul. All this, while keeping her online classes up, too. I will never be able to tell her how much her just being here has meant to me, plus all the help she has provided. Thank you, Jesus, for my firstborn.<br /><br />Our second, who was the baby for 15 years, is Christy Anne<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V3yYNCJfcgQ/TYUncemrzHI/AAAAAAAADUk/uxcfrQjQCaE/s1600/Christmas%2B2008%2B%252839%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V3yYNCJfcgQ/TYUncemrzHI/AAAAAAAADUk/uxcfrQjQCaE/s200/Christmas%2B2008%2B%252839%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585914283028106354" border="0" /></a> (or as my momma called her- Christy-annity). Christy is my researcher. She has spent countless hours getting information for us for Allen's care in hospitals and other facilities, talked to many people on the phone and kept up with all of our bills until I could take it over. She was willing to take it indefinitely, but she has done all this while preparing for and going to college, taking care of our grandbaby and son-in-love and living 1/2 hour away. Besides that she would lie on the bed with me and hold me when I cried, like both the other girls did. She understood from the depths of her soul the loss I was feeling, especially when I thought the Lord would be taking Allen home to heaven. Losing our precious Baby Bear tore her apart as the Lord mended her back together with words of understanding and feeling that makes her able to help others carry their heartbreak. She knows how to keep standing when God says, "No." And then without a doubt, I appreciate that she brought more love into our home with Peter and Betsy. God didn't give me a son by birth, but he was chosen. Betsy, <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkbiqQy2uoDdyKo06amCRsk7sX-0refto1UH0F1gvPEBPHUABg54PQsVvdRRSveS5TkOT1YCQX2cx-WgUcSbcY-3aGDGlos_tg_xiiwlEftvUDqwNiwOwj8Si-JxQ6zWqGIQnJ2B6h491u/s1600/P1010004.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkbiqQy2uoDdyKo06amCRsk7sX-0refto1UH0F1gvPEBPHUABg54PQsVvdRRSveS5TkOT1YCQX2cx-WgUcSbcY-3aGDGlos_tg_xiiwlEftvUDqwNiwOwj8Si-JxQ6zWqGIQnJ2B6h491u/s200/P1010004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585915394054066658" border="0" /></a>she is such a precious treasure to spread such happiness like star dust. Thank you, Jesus, for my secondborn.<br /><br />Our baby, who is not a baby anymore, is Erin.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQJkp2UeeFDdXDW-pPkaY9Eoc0Y4Zqf7WefHKHa_GF6TjKXGeL4-SVGkOUh3lTlCEd2IHyH7CYuGYkaTh9kp9vIqzmaT0de0xwh6CNC-o0t0ch1dvqWkApuihmgBCI2eyLcs_cDs2Wys_/s1600/041510114400.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQJkp2UeeFDdXDW-pPkaY9Eoc0Y4Zqf7WefHKHa_GF6TjKXGeL4-SVGkOUh3lTlCEd2IHyH7CYuGYkaTh9kp9vIqzmaT0de0xwh6CNC-o0t0ch1dvqWkApuihmgBCI2eyLcs_cDs2Wys_/s200/041510114400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585914286080157330" border="0" /></a> We waited many years for God to bless our lives with her. She has many traits similar to Jamie and Christy, but she is her own person, too. Just her presence held me up. She was hopeful when I felt hopeless. She helped me to know that no matter what happened, even if the Lord took Daddy home, we would be all right. She stayed with me, distracting me when I needed distractions, helping me with whatever I needed as I needed it. I could compare her to a comfortable pillow, you know, the one you take with you wherever you travel. You can't rest without it. She's not a mattress that carried me weight. She was where I put my head to rest and be comforted. Thank you, Jesus, for my baby.Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-7058960374060427232011-03-15T22:28:00.000-07:002011-03-15T22:47:05.681-07:00It Was Chili Today, But It's a Gnocchi Noche<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-D9Ghn3MbCoAQjUZaj9i8UzW1BXTc7fTYP4o6hvM2ntoQt5gb81AedzGk1R1vFjKO3ciX_bAre0GY45WW6_vOOwpjzfjde-7hGnO0jlB4RvYoIRzQenpBmA78CS3BNEmZjP_guondD0Bb/s1600/800px-Bowl_of_chili.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-D9Ghn3MbCoAQjUZaj9i8UzW1BXTc7fTYP4o6hvM2ntoQt5gb81AedzGk1R1vFjKO3ciX_bAre0GY45WW6_vOOwpjzfjde-7hGnO0jlB4RvYoIRzQenpBmA78CS3BNEmZjP_guondD0Bb/s200/800px-Bowl_of_chili.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584548803185325746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" >OR</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9PNgS8IZcXvj63ftb6g4ZOZCrGJTv1YRKhc5AdKVO9Z1StPX4Zj0A8T7vjyVfLN88oTWfwUFQ0QWQGMwRrv4neVQdHYFpzC4QSERtDelA4ZYjAvtj6hApf1nPVEHpSuTgOAcs6aq_4qQ/s1600/Chicken+and+Gnocchi+Soup+3.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9PNgS8IZcXvj63ftb6g4ZOZCrGJTv1YRKhc5AdKVO9Z1StPX4Zj0A8T7vjyVfLN88oTWfwUFQ0QWQGMwRrv4neVQdHYFpzC4QSERtDelA4ZYjAvtj6hApf1nPVEHpSuTgOAcs6aq_4qQ/s200/Chicken+and+Gnocchi+Soup+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584546551240905634" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Great day... my brother Charlie flew down Monday and will be here a few days. We visited... Allen, Charlie, Jamie, Erin, Christy, Peter and Betsy... most of the day. Allen has PT and was tested by the therapist to score his improvement, which was awesome! He went from barely making it with rests 50 feet of walking and needing the wheel chair quickly (last week) to 75 feet and didn't stop or seem tired when he sat down in his recliner. He passed all the other tests well and though he still has lots of improvement, he is so, so much stronger and more balanced now. (still needs a spotter)<br /><br />Next was lunch. I love making beans. Not just because I love beans and cornbread, but because I can turn them into Chili next. It's like when I made roasts often when Jamie was little. She loved it when it turned the leftovers into stew. So, she asked if couldn't just skip the roast, potatoes and carrots only step and just add the stew vegies in right away. Well, yesterday I turned the leftover beans into chili with cornbread..mmmm. So good. And still leftovers, so today I added a jar of homemade canned beans Jamie and I put up several months ago to the chili and cooked some really good hot dogs, added grated cheddar and grilled onions.... awesome chili dogs! Can you believe after I fed the crew there was still chili left! I'm not adding anything else in to stretch it. We're just going to eat it up and be done with it. Alas, dear Chili, I knew you well! Tomorrow, Peter is grilling steaks for lunch!<br /><br />Later today, Allen's speech therapist came and again, Allen was so clear in his answers and explanations. Lori is an exceptional speech pathologist and draws Allen out so well. After the great day, I asked Allen if he'd like us to all go out and eat at Olive Garden and we did! He did exceptionally well. He only ate a bowl of chicken and gnocchi soup, but he enjoyed it. We came home and he passed out in his chair and we barely made it to bed. Snoresville tonight.Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-52384778950662209062011-03-12T22:30:00.001-08:002011-03-12T22:43:21.600-08:00Call me Spot?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFy7LILjZRPVonuCHWJ2cgAQTYMxw6Vmk4gt-bYk0mvU-HvuCkED9YCsqRE_CogS_lAYZ64yVn_YGH01mNrTbnNevMDcs8KuiwkX_NY-NxTJMVTfMR0VXNXH1MAPbAuHFn6bUvbY80ORqG/s1600/IMG_0209.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFy7LILjZRPVonuCHWJ2cgAQTYMxw6Vmk4gt-bYk0mvU-HvuCkED9YCsqRE_CogS_lAYZ64yVn_YGH01mNrTbnNevMDcs8KuiwkX_NY-NxTJMVTfMR0VXNXH1MAPbAuHFn6bUvbY80ORqG/s200/IMG_0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583451286686685186" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rvfkViv0os/TXxnW78iT2I/AAAAAAAADT0/JBjoloCv1gQ/s1600/IMG_0210.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rvfkViv0os/TXxnW78iT2I/AAAAAAAADT0/JBjoloCv1gQ/s200/IMG_0210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583451281778954082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Allen keeps forgetting that he can't get up without a 'spotter'. He walks really well with the walker and is getting stronger standing without it, but on occasion he loses his balance and down he goes. I was in the girls' bedroom tonight 'snuggling' Erin before bed and hear the 'smack' when he went down. He hasn't done any serious damage, but I don't want him to keep falling. He's sore and has a few bruises. He's active enough now that I couldn't even use a bell on him (thanks anyway, MaryLeah). I'm at a loss other than somebody has to be in the livingroom with him at all times. I park his wheel chair next to the bed at night so he won't get out without asking me to move it, but I may have to tie him in the recliner! Just kidding. He is remembering that he's fallen before. The first few times he didn't remember that, so maybe this time....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3B1rtNTg2c/TXxnWvw7mII/AAAAAAAADTs/l90o0X1ni0o/s1600/Jspotter_1sky.GIF"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3B1rtNTg2c/TXxnWvw7mII/AAAAAAAADTs/l90o0X1ni0o/s200/Jspotter_1sky.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583451278509054082" border="0" /></a>Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-18707965889083934232011-03-09T22:02:00.000-08:002011-03-09T22:12:32.189-08:00Peculiar People? Our Friends?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-voGCKxWzd80/TXhqvVQr5MI/AAAAAAAADTE/0xJ6lhr1OYs/s1600/Maxi-Posters-Winnie-the-Pooh---Friends-72852.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-voGCKxWzd80/TXhqvVQr5MI/AAAAAAAADTE/0xJ6lhr1OYs/s200/Maxi-Posters-Winnie-the-Pooh---Friends-72852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582329099519255746" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br />“But ye are a chosen generation,a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a <i>peculiar people</i>; that ye should show forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvelous light ”<span style="font-size:78%;"> (1 Peter 2:9, KJV,emphasis added)</span></span><br /><br /></div>Allen and I had our first venture out to Home Church tonight. Paul and Debbie lead it and we were at the Andreatos' home. Lots of memories to snag on to there and he had a good time, as I did. During the prayer when we were standing, he stood up, Erin on one side and me on the other and he stood there a good five minutes before he got too tired. He sat up well, stood up well, and handled the greetings and chatting well. We were there an hour late and left after an hour. It was a good start! Praise the Lord!!! The scripture reference is from Paul's word for us, calling us 'peculiar people'... LOL<br /><br />Guess what? Allen sees the gastro doctor tomorrow, so hopefully will have the peg tube removed then! Yea!!! I've got to admit it's been good to make sure he was hydrated enough, but over the last week or so he's been drinking more water and liquids in general, so we're good.<br /><br />God is good... God is good... God is good ... All the Time!!!! Keep our home church friends Joan and Dennis in your prayers. She is battling cancer with chemo and had back surgery to boot. And for Hilda and David as she has been battling cancer for years. Nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing, nothing is too difficult for God!<br /><br /><br />PS.... GUESS WHAT???? Betsy used the potty for the first time!!!! Yea!!!!!!! (sorry, had to have a Grammy moment)Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-4753843553504501412011-03-07T11:51:00.000-08:002011-03-09T22:13:54.389-08:00another fall... but good news<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody">I woke up to Allen falling in the bathroom. Yep, he said he could make it on his own and he almost did. The great news is... no damage other than a little soreness AND he got up pretty easy. I barely helped. He's getting so strong. God is an awesome God!!!</span></span></h6>Ps... that night he fell again... darn it! We gotta stop this!Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-46907645037124286682011-02-26T21:50:00.001-08:002011-02-26T21:57:57.469-08:00aaaaaaaaah....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTjjdm9eWcQqGrS2x9xeJ9gSOq5OedCsSlDJuG9XSZQPPEnfr6ZmQU0GiSvSKGwBCXOsQ74npcxpqAFSIvQbyFaYs_3tRIwHZHxpJ_ckLT4KNT05mIeQl9ADAYGTQfTnLkq8zdv_-v0bZ/s1600/happy+sign.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTjjdm9eWcQqGrS2x9xeJ9gSOq5OedCsSlDJuG9XSZQPPEnfr6ZmQU0GiSvSKGwBCXOsQ74npcxpqAFSIvQbyFaYs_3tRIwHZHxpJ_ckLT4KNT05mIeQl9ADAYGTQfTnLkq8zdv_-v0bZ/s200/happy+sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578244537783776546" border="0" /></a><br />For the last two days, Allen has been walking much farther and more upright, going to the restroom, to the dining table and to his recliner. Amazing. Jamie has insisted I get out of the house more and/or do some things for me each day. So Friday Erin and I went shopping for a couple of hours and that's when Allen got really independent with Jamie following along. Today, Erin and I went to Vivia's memorial service and later I went over to Picket Fence and then to Grimsell's. Big Happy Sigh!Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-4814269252680391052011-02-24T17:40:00.000-08:002011-02-24T17:42:30.318-08:00The Eyes Have It...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4zIzSf33TPmDOmX2JLRX0NwC54OfD1OMFJFM_OaeU2OrqZo4oMhaRs56PPvVFGc17s5ccTWcV3PqtwY301WM65zY73iIIVJG8o1O2EUblnyhdahRr8WLUrRquJl8LgoBGtluhLDeBHMZ/s1600/0712001.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4zIzSf33TPmDOmX2JLRX0NwC54OfD1OMFJFM_OaeU2OrqZo4oMhaRs56PPvVFGc17s5ccTWcV3PqtwY301WM65zY73iIIVJG8o1O2EUblnyhdahRr8WLUrRquJl8LgoBGtluhLDeBHMZ/s200/0712001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577436516783000290" border="0" /></a><br />Allen's UTI is getting better. Spent 4 hours in the eye dr's office...grrrr. But they think he has Terson's syndrome in his right eye, which he can't see out of. It is caused by inner cranial pressure from his ruptured aneurysm. Another test in a couple of weeks to determine if vitrectomy surgery would be possible or do any good. It is possible for the fluid/bleed to go away on its own, so that is what we're praying for. As always, it's in God's hands.Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-53627837682084283442011-02-20T17:09:00.000-08:002011-02-20T17:54:25.835-08:00My Friend, Vivia...<b><span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook;"><span style="color:#993366;"><span style="font-size:-1;">For the Lord your God will bless you.....</span></span></span></b><br /><p><b><span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook;"><span style="color:#993366;"><span style="font-size:-1;">in all the work of your hands</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook;"><span style="color:#993366;"><span style="font-size:-1;">and your joy will be complete.</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook;"><span style="color:#993366;"><span style="font-size:-1;">Deuteronomy 16</span></span></span></b> </p><p><img src="http://www.sadiesplace.net/main/myquiltingcorner/poemshumor/qltcl1q.gif" height="168" width="86" /></p><p>My precious friend... friend to many of us, Vivia Halbert is home with the Lord. I first got to know Vivia when she and I roomed at quilt retreat the first year I attended. She is such a warm, lovely soul. She loves the Lord, gives to others and has such a gentle spirit. She loved her husband and family so much. She cared for her friends and gave so much to our lives. We were always amazed at how much she could accomplish. She always worked on something. She told me that when she went to Disneyland or Disneyworld (can't remember) she took tatting in her pocket so she could keep busy while waiting in hour-long lines. Never idle hands. Her 'job' was as a finisher. You know how so many of us start craft projects and don't finish them or inherit finished projects that aren't framed or made into anything. Well, Vivia finished them for us. She would lovingly turn these projects into completed works of fiber art. We will miss her so much, but she is in a wonderful place waiting for us to join her. She will probably have all the Lord's UFOs finished by the time we get there.<br /><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:+1;">"Tapestry of Life"</span></span></span> </p><p><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">along with all the other souls. Before each of us laid our lives like</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">the squares of a quilt in many piles. An angel sat before each of</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life.</span></span></span></b> </p><p><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">how ragged and empty each of my squares were. They were filled</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">faced with in everyday life. I saw hardships that I endured, which</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">were the largest holes of all.</span></span></span></b> </p><p><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">life and was disheartened. My Angel was sewing the ragged pieces</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">of cloth together, threadbare and empty, like binding air.</span></span></span></b> </p><p><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">the light, the scrutiny of truth. The others rose, each in turn,</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been. My angel</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise. My gaze dropped to</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">the ground in shame. I hadn't had all the earthly fortunes. I had</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">had love in my life, and laughter.</span></span></span></b> </p><p><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">But there had also been trials of illness, and death, and false</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">accusations that took from me my world as I knew it. I had to start</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">over many times. I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again.</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">I spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">guidance. In my life I had often been held up to ridicule, which I</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">endured painfully, each time offering it up to the Father in</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">hopes that I would not melt within my skin beneath the</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me.</span></span></span></b> </p><p><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">had to accept it for what it was. I rose and slowly lifted the</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">combined squares of my life to the light. An awe filled gasp filled</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">the air. I gazed around at the others who stared at me with</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">wide eyes.Then I looked upon the tapestry before me.</span></span></span></b> </p><p><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">Light flooded through the many holes, creating an image. The face</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">of Christ.Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and love in</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">His eyes. He said, "Every time you gave over your life to Me,it</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">became My life, My hardships, My struggles. Each point of light in</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">there was more of Me than there was of you."</span></span></span></b> </p><p><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">"'You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">hidden. Let your light shine before men is such a way that they</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven.'"</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">Matthew 5:14,16</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:-1;">(NASB)</span></span></span></b> </p>Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010668025520419405.post-78619804694379293722011-02-19T08:11:00.000-08:002011-02-19T08:23:19.872-08:00THUD!I awoke this morning at 4 am to 'THUD!' Allen woke up and decided to get up and go to the restroom... by himself. Well, he didn't make it, but I applaud his efforts. He bumped his head and skinned his knees and ached his shoulder. But... a little at a time, he worked up on his knees by the bed and we got up off the floor and back to bed. He's fine this morning, but sleeping in a little while. Thank you, Lord, for taking care of my HunnyBunny.<br /><br />Allen's conversations can still be confusing and sometimes I cannot figure out what he's trying to tell me, but other times, he may pick an odd word, but in context we understand what he's saying. Just general conversation about what's going on and living is clear as a bell, for the most part. He's very loving and considerate, with just a touch of sarcasm or teasing on occasion (that's the real Allen, just sprinkles of fun) We've had many doctor's appointments and more to come, more tests to make sure things are right and to get him off meds and get the peg tube out. It's fatiguing but I know they'll calm down after a while.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vvTbECme3pQ/TV_uGKEAq_I/AAAAAAAADSQ/LQyou8QbCyw/s1600/vivia.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vvTbECme3pQ/TV_uGKEAq_I/AAAAAAAADSQ/LQyou8QbCyw/s200/vivia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575436653255764978" border="0" /></a>Please pray for my friend, Vivia. She was a pedestrian in Wash DC recently and was hit by a car. She's in a coma and the family was advised to discontinue life support because she wouldn't have a 'quality life'. Well, I got the same advice and we're now living a miracle. They took out the respirator and she's breathing on her own. So... just like with Allen... it's still in God's hands. I ask God to make the decisions so that the family doesn't have to choose something they aren't sure of. Please, please pray. She's a wonderful person, godly individual, sweet, kind friend. Pray for her husband and children, too. Thank you so much.Threadheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13725025963719254410noreply@blogger.com0