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Posted on 04/30/2009 10:03:17 PM PDT by JustAmy
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Did you see Dolly’s grandson, Jayce? First picture in post #642. About the cutest freckles I ever did see!!!
Thank you, dear friend.
As this broken record has said ... “I’m having lots of fun”.
Have a great day and try to get some rest before the busy weekend ahead.
Yorkie, that is a wonderful graphic. I love the poem that you selected to post with it.
Thank you for your many contributions. We appreciate them.
I just received a call from the school. Marissa seems to be not feeling well.
I will be back soon. (Probably in time to go back to school to work in the snack bar.)
"I think sharing it with all of you and typing out my prayer helped give me strength..I know there are strong prayers in this good company.(((Hugs.)))"
It truly is so that we are instructed to pray for one another, and here at the Finest we indeed follow that.
It is wonderful that Our Father has gathered many together here for mutual understanding and caring. Every heart and need is lifted up, asking the Holy Spirit to be in the midst of each situation. The power in that is so uplifting!
Only with Him present can we get through life's stumbling blocks and setbacks - all the undermining work of the one who with (temporary) power on earth, seeks to separate us from God.
Learning to yield and trust and allow Him to see us through is often difficult, but when we walk in strong trust and faith, He we can see He is there.
In all things, The Timetable is His.
As many here know, a kidney biopsy in December 1985 on me revealed diabetic glomerulosclerosis - gradual thickening of the kidney walls so they become unable to filter wastes. It is "progressive and irreversible," and the prognosis then was poor...probable dialysis and death within two years.
I then worked at Moses Cone Hospital in Greensbro, NC, and the physician who had cared for me for 3 years told my husband that from what he knew of me and saw (with extremely brittle diabetes as well), to expect to bury me within one year - and more likely, 4 or 5 months.
The nephrologist who did the biopsy and became my Primary Physician scheduled me to receive the biopsy results on a Friday the 13th in the late afternoon... hmmmmm.. it so happened that morning my m-i-l in Florida passed away. [double hmmmm..]
Having been in and around medicine a long time, and having researched in the hospital library what he was looking for, the outcome was the same for all 3 possibilities.
Okay - also knowing how hard it is for a physician to give a patient bad news, I stopped him as he gave me the name of The Problem. He was about to say all he could do was "hold my hand while I went down the tubes," and I interrupted him to say I understood the course, but knew The Great Physician and rested in His Timetable - and meant it!
The truth is God had just 3 weeks before dramatically removed from me the Spirit of Fear, and I truly and totally accepted His Will for me.
Since I worked quite visibly with the entire hospital in my position, including coffee privileges in the Physician Lounge, God used me to show the professionals a thing or two! He has a wonderful sense of humor, keeping me *in their face,* going like Energizer Bunny 9 more years before He put me out to pasture to rest!
Count it up - the biopsy was 20 1/2 years ago.
He still had and has things for me to do.
The prayers of those here at The Finest have genuinely been felt in a very tangible way, and I cannot thank you enough for their sustaining power...
Meg, we lift up your precious family - and you - in this stressful time, knowing Our Father hears every prayer.
May He sustain each one of you, infusing in you His grace and peace.
Amen.
Today is the National Day of Prayer and with that I would like to share this poem that is wonderful. It is called “In Christ Alone”
In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song.
This Cornerstone, this solid Ground;
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love what depths of peace
When fears are stilled when strivings cease?
My comforter my All in All, here in the love of Christ I stand.
—-S. Townsend and K. Getty
Only water and juice? NO MARGARITAS????? Oh, noooooooo! (giggle)
Hope Marissa is ok. I said a little prayer when you went to school for her.
Wow! Amy, you are becoming a “Frame Genius”! Thank you for putting it together for me!! Beautiful!
Sometimes it fun to just let the mind wander and see where it leads you.
At the Bijou of Our Lives
Life is a multi-colored theater of the sense’s reach
Dynamic in its potential if you dare the breach
A multiplicity of possibilities both small and grand
Oft stretching across a rather bland bit of land
Concrete and grass, wood and brick, stained by life
The stage upon which the play takes place in strife
Where the characters flaunt reality reaching for dreams
And the participating audience shares their own screams
We await the falling of the curtain on the current act
When we can gather and compare our views in fact
From such we take new ideas and budding dreams
Something we can consider, or at least so it seems
Oh Yorkie!! That photo has me weeping!
Oh my God help our land!!!! That is the prayer of my heart!
Polly
UPSET anyone??? ON the contrary dear heart!! We are all with YOU!! Trust me!
Polly
Oh Amy!! Is that a sweet photo or what!! Just loving the twinkle in the eye and the freckles on the face!
Polly
This rose is elegant! Nice!!!!! and on the National Day of Prayer....
Thankyou for sharing this MamaBear!
As an epilogue to Through the Looking Glass, Lewis Carroll included a nostalgic poem recounting his memories of the boat trips he had taken with the Liddell sisters during which he had first told the fantastic tales he later wrote down in book form. The poem forms an acrostic of Alice’s name and expresses the depth of his feelings for Alice, who haunts him even in his sleep.
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A boat, beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July—
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear—
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream—
Lingering in the golden gleam—
Life, what is it but a dream?
—Lewis Carroll, 1871
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