I've had something troubling me, and these are the only words I have to help me through:
I have such an amazing support group with my family and friends, it has got me to wondering, what do people do that have no one? And when I say no one, I am not necessarily talking about the friends and family that I have.
I know not everyone has the wonderful and supportive husband that I have. It takes a real man to wash his wife like a baby, cry with her when she cries for no reason, and makes her laugh just because he can. I know I have a very special man.
I'm not talking about children who grow up faster than they really want to because reality has hit them right up beside the head. Katie has really stepped up and taken charge in a few situations.
And I know not everyone still has their parents, or maybe they don't have a very good relationship with their mom or dad. I have both and both have been right by my side from them minute I told them about the lump I found.
I am an only child and I know others out there don't have siblings they can talk to either. But I have my cousins who have been here to keep me focused on what needs to be done, that I need to focus on me, and that wake me every morning with a funny video to make laughter an important part of my day.
And I have two very special aunts that have been constantly in prayer and making sure I do everything right. And uncles that have been doing the same.
And I have so many friends from school, work, bass clubs, church and karate that I don't even consider them friends any more, they are family. Family is so much more than blood.
I have had prayers, cards, letters, food, visits, phone calls... the list goes on and on. I will never be able to thank all these people nor let them know what the simplest of prayers have meant to me.
But of all these people, that is not what I am talking about.
What about the people that don't know my God?
I pray for these people. I worry about them. How do they go forward from the moment they find the lump? How do they tell themselves that everything will be OK? What do they have faith in? I know God will never forsake me. I know he is with me every step of this journey and that when there are only one set of footprints, they are his because he is in control. I know that as bad as this nasty cancer is, he has a plan for me.
How do those with no faith know they will be OK? I know that even if I die, I will live! That is my faith. God is that faithful. I know he has a plan for me, he tells me so in Jeremiah 29:11.
I am no Bible scholar, I have trouble finding the simplest of scriptures. But I know the story of Jesus. I know what he can do for you. And I just want to tell you, if you are one of these people that want to know my God, let me know. I would love to tell you what I know about Him. He is the greatest healer I know.
I think sometimes this is the plan He has for me. Maybe I can help you find the faith that you need to know what I know, and that is...
Everything is going to be OK!
Until next time, God bless!
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Saturday, February 19, 2011
Otherwise Known As...
Last night was Daddy/Daughter Date Night at church. But in our house, we called it Grumpy/Mattie May Date Night.
One of Mattie May's best friends at church is Jackie and her daddy, Brandon, works with Frank. They decided that since date night was going to be a "tea" that they should take the girls to eat before they went to the church building. Chili's was the restaurant of choice and they met about 5:45, an hour before the tea.
At church, there were several different projects planned for them. My favorite was the photo frame that Mattie May decorated and then a picture of the two of them was inserted. I love it!
There were also some prayers and blessings for the little girls. Frank said it was all very good and he is ready for next year.
We took a few pictures before they left the house. If your one of my FB friends, you've already seen them, sorry.
Not only did he remember his mother-in-law's birthday this week, he remembered to order Mattie May a corsage for her "first date"! He is totally awesome!
My two sweeties!
They finally see eye to eye! LOL
My precious little ham.
She loves this dress. She calls it her wedding dress.
Enjoy the rest of your weekend. And to those that have a holiday Monday just know I am very jealous!
God Bless!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Jeremiah 29:11
If I set up my post option correctly, this will post 6:01 PM on Wednesday January 27. That will be exactly one week to the minute that the 911 call was placed to APD that we had been in a car accident. The fire department arrived while Katie was still on the phone. At that point Katie and I were still desperately trying to get Mattie May out of the back seat. She was scared and crying like she had never cried before. She wanted someone to hold her. The doors wouldn't open. But once Lolo remembered that only her door unlocks when the vehicle was put in park, we were able to get to her and calm her. We were not able to hold her because AFD wanted her to remain in her car seat just in case there were injuries that we couldn't see.
Still at this point, Katie and I were so dazed we really didn't understand what had happened. What did happen? I managed to get Frank on the phone and tell him we had been in a wreck. Even though he was four hours away, he had to know and know right then. We were on one of the main streets of town right at one of the busiest intersections. I didn't want someone to see us, then call him and scare him. That was my job!
What had happened? I had hit the car in front of me, but why? The damage to the back of his suburban wasn't too bad. The front of my Yukon was a bit worse. I was stopped at a red light, my foot firmly on the brake. How could I have hit the person in front of me? An airman still in his fatigues stuck his head in the passenger side door and asked if we were all OK. I told him we were but that I had not been able to ask the person in front of me if they were OK. That's when he told me that he was that person and he was fine but that he was going to check on the girl in the car behind me. Behind me? That was the first time I saw her car, a Dodge Challenger.
That is not a very big car. How on earth did she hit me so hard.
About that time is when the police officer put his head in the front passenger door and asked if I was OK. Again, I told him yes. His response startled me, "Ma'am, you have just been hit by a drunk driver, are you sure everyone is OK?"
What? It was 6:00 in the evening. Someone was already drunk? Is that really possible? I try to be a rational person after a wreck. Unfortunately, I have been in a few. Nothing more really than minor fender benders. This person was drunk? All of the sudden I got mad, very mad.
I have had a week to think about the events of that night. We were on our way to church. Mattie May was so happy because we were going to have lasagna at Manna and More. It would be the first one we went to since the Christmas and New Year breaks. We would get to visit with our friends, our church family that we love so much. Then Mattie May would go to Bible class and Katie and I would go to HIP together for the first time in a long time. Katie had been teaching class on Wednesday nights and I had been going to HIP by myself.
This past week I have been thinking about scripture. Mainly focusing on Jeremiah 29:11. I am not good at remembering scripture. I think of a passage, but I usually don't know what book or chapter it is in. Or I will see a scripture listed and have to look it up to know what it says. But I am good at finding it. I knew this passage, but had to look it up to see where it was. Jeremiah 29:11- "For I know the plans that I have for you,' declares the LORD, 'plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope.
So, why us? Why were we in this wreck, a horrible wreck? Because of Jeremiah 29:11. He has plans. Not just for me, but for all of us. All of us that were involved in that wreck. All of you that are reading my little blog. All of those you find a reason tell my story to. It may take us time to figure out the plans He has. We may never figure it out. My grandmother will soon be 94 and she says she is still trying to figure out what he plans for her and why she is still here in her earthly home. But He does have plans! Great plans!
This past week I have had many people ask me about the wreck, especially since I have my pretty new collar. Almost everyone I tell my story to usually has a story too, about themselves, a friend or family that was in an "accident" with a drunk driver. And I have discovered something, nobody ever walks away. Their stories are always of devastating injuries or death. I have not been told a single story where all the persons involved walked away.
This wreck has been constantly on my mind the past week, whether it is thinking of my aches and pains, going over insurance papers, or just going through my mind trying to figure out if there was anything I could have done to have avoided the entire mess, it has been there. I realized last night that I have been able to share God's love for us through this story. Was that His plan? Maybe. Maybe not. It is not for me to question.
I told you I have never been good at remembering scripture. I think I have allowed this to keep me from sharing God's word with others. But not any more. I am not afraid anymore! I can use the events of last week to show how much he cares, how much He loves us. How He kept us safe in that wreck.
Still at this point, Katie and I were so dazed we really didn't understand what had happened. What did happen? I managed to get Frank on the phone and tell him we had been in a wreck. Even though he was four hours away, he had to know and know right then. We were on one of the main streets of town right at one of the busiest intersections. I didn't want someone to see us, then call him and scare him. That was my job!
What had happened? I had hit the car in front of me, but why? The damage to the back of his suburban wasn't too bad. The front of my Yukon was a bit worse. I was stopped at a red light, my foot firmly on the brake. How could I have hit the person in front of me? An airman still in his fatigues stuck his head in the passenger side door and asked if we were all OK. I told him we were but that I had not been able to ask the person in front of me if they were OK. That's when he told me that he was that person and he was fine but that he was going to check on the girl in the car behind me. Behind me? That was the first time I saw her car, a Dodge Challenger.
That is not a very big car. How on earth did she hit me so hard.
About that time is when the police officer put his head in the front passenger door and asked if I was OK. Again, I told him yes. His response startled me, "Ma'am, you have just been hit by a drunk driver, are you sure everyone is OK?"
What? It was 6:00 in the evening. Someone was already drunk? Is that really possible? I try to be a rational person after a wreck. Unfortunately, I have been in a few. Nothing more really than minor fender benders. This person was drunk? All of the sudden I got mad, very mad.
I have had a week to think about the events of that night. We were on our way to church. Mattie May was so happy because we were going to have lasagna at Manna and More. It would be the first one we went to since the Christmas and New Year breaks. We would get to visit with our friends, our church family that we love so much. Then Mattie May would go to Bible class and Katie and I would go to HIP together for the first time in a long time. Katie had been teaching class on Wednesday nights and I had been going to HIP by myself.
This past week I have been thinking about scripture. Mainly focusing on Jeremiah 29:11. I am not good at remembering scripture. I think of a passage, but I usually don't know what book or chapter it is in. Or I will see a scripture listed and have to look it up to know what it says. But I am good at finding it. I knew this passage, but had to look it up to see where it was. Jeremiah 29:11- "For I know the plans that I have for you,' declares the LORD, 'plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope.
So, why us? Why were we in this wreck, a horrible wreck? Because of Jeremiah 29:11. He has plans. Not just for me, but for all of us. All of us that were involved in that wreck. All of you that are reading my little blog. All of those you find a reason tell my story to. It may take us time to figure out the plans He has. We may never figure it out. My grandmother will soon be 94 and she says she is still trying to figure out what he plans for her and why she is still here in her earthly home. But He does have plans! Great plans!
This past week I have had many people ask me about the wreck, especially since I have my pretty new collar. Almost everyone I tell my story to usually has a story too, about themselves, a friend or family that was in an "accident" with a drunk driver. And I have discovered something, nobody ever walks away. Their stories are always of devastating injuries or death. I have not been told a single story where all the persons involved walked away.
This wreck has been constantly on my mind the past week, whether it is thinking of my aches and pains, going over insurance papers, or just going through my mind trying to figure out if there was anything I could have done to have avoided the entire mess, it has been there. I realized last night that I have been able to share God's love for us through this story. Was that His plan? Maybe. Maybe not. It is not for me to question.
I told you I have never been good at remembering scripture. I think I have allowed this to keep me from sharing God's word with others. But not any more. I am not afraid anymore! I can use the events of last week to show how much he cares, how much He loves us. How He kept us safe in that wreck.
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