Tag Archives: Prayer

My Little Hims

Prayers Requested – Again

Remember this little guy?   Well, here we are 15 months later.   Michael Joshua is going in for surgery again tomorrow, and since the prayers worked so well last time I am asking again.   Please pray that all goes well!  And pray for his parents Michael and Brandi too.  
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Originally Posted on December 4, 2013:

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Little Michael Joshua is the newest addition to our family, making me a Great Aunt again on 11-12-13.

He was born with a heart condition that will require many surgeries throughout his lifetime, with the first surgery being at 6:30 am tomorrow morning.  He will be hospitalized for another 10 days following surgery.

Please pray for Baby Michael and for his parents Michael and Brandi.  With your prayers and God’s help, we hope to get them through this time in their lives.

Thank you so much. God Bless.

UPDATE: He made it through surgery fine and will be in PICU for several days. Thank you all so much!

Merry Christmas – Wishing for a Miracle!

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Haiku

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Love is everything
Both in sickness and in health
Love waits forever

Note:  It is a sad traffic day in Houston when I can sit in traffic and post to my blog.  God helps us all !!  Give me patience.

Pray. Paint. Play an instrument.

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This is the letter P of the ABC’s of Genuine Happiness.    Every few days I will be posting a phrase beginning with the next letter of the alphabet seeking your opinion or view on the phrase and how it relates to genuine happiness.

Prayer. Such an important part of life. Such a key to happiness. Prayer is a necessity and is a true form of relief. I can’t think of a time in my life I walked away feeling worse after prayer, I always felt better. Happier.  Sometimes it requires patience.  God answers prayers in his own way.   In his own time.

Painting is an art form I only recently started to enjoy. You can let your imagination run wild and be so creative. Painting is fun whether you do it alone, or with a friend. Your creation, your masterpiece, will make you smile. Now, if only I could get this happy about painting the house!

Play an instrument? Fail. I have not done this but I can only imagine the release one feels when doing so.

What is your opinion on the letter P:  Pray.  Paint.  Play an instrument.

Leave a comment, write a post on your blog and ping back to me or tag your post with “ABC’s of Happiness” so I can find you in my reader.

Until next time … be thinking about the letter Q:  Quit a bad habit.  Quiet your mind.

Beyond These Walls

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His name was Tito. Well, to be honest I don’t think that was his name but that’s what people called him. According to my son, he was well liked by everyone. According to Tito he would never fit in to society.

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Serenity Prayer

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This is what I opened my eyes to this morning.

God grant me the serenity 
to accept the things I cannot change; 
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time; 
Enjoying one moment at a time; 
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; 
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it; 
Trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.

Amen.

Women of Faith

I missed the Women of Faith conference in San Antonio this year, but they had an “Unwrap the Bible” conference in Houston this weekend that was absolutely amazing.   Kari Jobe is now part of the team and this is one of the songs she sang.  I wish I had the recording from the conference.   She left us at a loss for words.

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Dances in Heaven

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There was a time when things were different.

When she greeted herself with “Good morning beautiful” as she brushed her pearly whites, put on her make-up and curled her hair.

When she cooked her eggs sunny side up. And buttered her toast with that fancy squeeze butter that would allow her to paint on it a smiley face looking back at her.

When she whistled to herself every day the tune “You are my sunshine” as she sat in bumper to bumper traffic during her drive into town.

When she greeted strangers on the elevator with a cheerful laugh and wished them all a blessed day as they got off on their floor.

When she danced in the rain.  And made angels in the snow.  And basked in the sun.

When she prayed to God every night and thanked Him for the day that had passed and for the day that will come.

That was before.

Before she lost her dad to alcoholism.  And her mom to cancer.
Before her son succumbed to mental illness.  And her dog to old age.

When she spoke to someone other than the hideous miserable reflection in the mirror that now stared back at her in disgust.

When she listened to someone other than her beloved parrots that simply repeated the words she wanted to hear.

You will always be Daddy’s little girl

Mommy will never leave you darling

I’m so glad you are my Momma

Before.

When the sound of her barking dog brought comfort to her and was not merely a distorted cry for help ringing over and over in her head.   Ringing until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Yes.  Yes indeed.  There was a time when things were different.

Very different.

Poetically different.

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Written in response to the Speakeasy #147

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Death

I’m surrounded by death.

A boy only twenty one
He fought a long battle
But cancer won the war

A mother of three
Ovarian cancer of all things
In hospice right now

An only son
Married his love one week
Buried his mother the next

A man in his mid forties
Never sick, throws up blood
And is told he has six weeks

I’m surrounded by death
Cancer eats at my soul
Just as it consumed their bodies

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