Pray.....

Mckmama posted twittered this pic of Stellan's heart monitor. Look at the heartrate.

Pray for this baby.

......and his family.

National Day Of Prayer

Our entire household is still sick with whatever this nastiness is we have. I think it's some sort of sinusy stuff but not positive. It comes with the usual nasty head and body stuff and then toss in a good dose of dizziness. Fun for all! Also, the drainage (from me & every member of my family) activates the morning sickness in a big way. If I'm not feeling better later today (currently it's 1 AM) I do plan on calling my doctor, just to be safe since I have felt like doing nothing but laying around since last Friday.

We missed church on Sunday, Bible study on Monday, and Awana last night. Thank you so much to those of you who called to check on us, texted, send a card (Judith), ect. I haven't missed a Sunday morning in I can't even remember when, so it was nice to know that our presence mattered to someone and that we were missed! Hopefully we'll be up and running before this Sunday.

I did drag myself from the couch for a brief period today to restock Kyle's medicine (I can only take Tylenol. I know they say you can take a couple of things, but in the same sentence tell you to not take anything if you don't have to in the first trimester. I still have a week or so there), go to my step mom's so she could give me my weekly progesterone shot, and deliver my mother's birthday present. Today was her birthday, and she never answers her phone but I couldn't stand the thought of nobody wishing her Happy Birthday. So I did. In all my snotty glory.

This is turning into a seriously whiny post.....and I can't STAND whiny (especially when it's me). I'll wrap this up.

Today (Thursday) is National Day of Prayer. This is the first year in the history of the National Day of Prayer that the White House of the one nation under God, OURS, has sent no representation. (I'm sure they just lost the memo) I hope that we are praying for our Nation, and National leaders daily, hourly, without ceasing....but if we aren't, then today is a very good reminder that we should be.

There are probably lots of good links I could enter here, but I have held my head up entirely too long at this point. Please join me in praying today.....and every day!

Surgery!

Stellan is undergoing a delicate heart surgery at Children's Hospital in Boston this morning. Surgery is scheduled to begin at 8:30 AM EST. Please join me in praying for this sweet miracle baby, his family, and the doctors in that operating room today.

I was so thankful when he was moved to this hospital in Boston. This hospital will always hold a special place in the hearts of my family. My first cousin's sweet miracle baby, Kyla, was flown there only days after her birth and has since been back for two more heart surgeries. Today Kyla is a beautiful thriving five year old!

God is good and has already worked such miracles in Stellan's life. I know HE knows the future, but I feel like I "know" this family and I'm praying for another one today! My heart aches for this mother as I know she must be missing her other 3 babies terribly as well as worried sick about Stellan.

MckMama is updating via Twitter pretty regular so you can check there for updates!

Wearing Orange for Stellan today!

Closing.

9:14 AM

My family, as well as many others in our town, are in need of your prayers today. My husband just called me from his job of 14 years at the one and only factory left in our town to say that it would be closed by the end of April.

I know the Lord will provide.

.....but we both still feel sick.

He has been "assured" that he will be on staff until the doors close and possibly receive a severance package of some type, but after that?

Oh. My. Goodness.

Stellan

I can't even begin to imagine the rollercoaster of emotions this family is experiencing. Please remember them, and baby Stellan, when you pray.

Update

I found this post yesterday which includes an email update from Bob's sister Barbara. Here is a link to en email Jungle Mom received from Neiba's (Bob's wife) brother as well. Please continue praying for these families, as of last update, their plane has still not been found.

Missing Plane!!! Please Pray!!

Update!: I have spoken to Ronnie and also to Bob's mom this morning. They don't have much more information than is listed below, but are so very grateful for every single prayer going up on behalf of those on the plane and their families. Ronnie is such a sweet soul and he is very much worried about his dad. I can't even begin to imagine!! Bob also has another son, Robbie, who is Ronnie's twin brother. Please continue to lift all involved up in your prayers!


Adventist missionary pilot Robert Norton with his wife Neiba lead out the Adventist Medical Aviation based in Gran Sabana, Venezuela. Their plane went missing in southeastern Venezuela Monday, February 16. [photo courtesy AMA]

For those of you who are local, this is Ronnie, who I worked with at VZW's dad! His family lives on the far north end of our mountain. Bob and his wife came and shared a video with our youth a few years ago and told us about the work they were doing in Venezuela. He is one of the kindest, most soft spoken men I have ever met! Please join me as I pray for these and their families!

In Venezuela, Adventists continue search for missing medical plane

National aviation authority ceases search after 72 hours; church hiring rescue service

February 19, 2009 Gran Sabana, Bolivar, Venezuela

Libna Stevens/ANN

Seventh-day Adventists continue to search for a missing medical missionary plane, which disappeared Monday, February 16 in the jungles of La Gran Sabana, a vast southeastern region in Venezuela.

The Cessna 182N plane piloted by Robert Norton, who volunteers for Adventist Medical Aviation (AMA) in Venezuela, is believed to have hit turbulent weather after taking off from the community of Carun en route to the community of Bethel.

Also in the plane were six passengers: Neiba Norton, wife of the pilot; Gladis Zerpa, an Adventist teacher; a woman accompanying a 14-year-old and a woman traveling with her young son.

"Our church is really distraught about the news of this tragedy," said Rodolfo Escobar, Communication director for the church in Venezuela.

Escobar said church members in Gran Sabana began searching for the missing plane as soon as they heard the news. The National Civil Aviation Institute, along with several air rescue and non-government organizations, immediately began their search but stopped after 72 hours.

The church has continued today to search the area by contracting air rescue organizations.

Escobar said there were several accounts from villagers in the adjacent areas of Carun who heard the plane's engines go silent at some point during the stormy weather.

"We have formed groups to search in the air and several more groups on foot to scour the region where the plane communication was last heard," Escobar said.

Norton, the pilot, has more than 20 years of flying experience. For the last eight years, he has served as director of AMA Venezuela, which is based on the campus of La Gran Sabana Adventist School in Santa Elena de Uairén in Bolivar. His wife Neiba is a registered nurse and works with indigenous people in the region.

The AMA is an international project established about 12 years ago. AMA provides emergency medical transportation and evangelistic support to dozens of otherwise inaccessible villages.

Thank you, Rita, for letting me know about this!

On My Knees

Today has been "one of those days", so was yesterday, and the day or two before that.... I actually went to Twitter to request prayer for myself when I saw another prayer request.

This family just lost their precious 11 month old daughter, Cora, to cancer. They just found out she had cancer at the end of January......just a couple of weeks ago!

I can not even imagine their pain.

Please help me pray for them. A memorial service for Cora begins in a couple of hours at 1:00. I will be lifting them up until then, during, as well as after and in the days and weeks to come.

As I look at my sweet Lilah, who is less than 1 month younger than Cora, I CAN NOT imagine their unbearable grief.

Anna Noelle

Please join me as I pray for beautiful sweet Anna Noelle, who is only a few days old, and her mom and family! Amy is one of the bloggers I started reading a couple of years ago and have gotten to know her and her family well via blog since that time!

Please join me in praying for them and drop by and give this scared mommy some encouragement today. Would you please do that for me? Click HERE to visit Amy's blog.


Thank you all so much!!

Update! A bit better!

First of all, thank you all so much for all of the comments, emails, texts, calls, and most importantly PRAYERS over these past several days! Carter seems to be feeling better this morning, and while he still has a temp, it's only 101.3 which is much better than the 104+ it has been for the past few days!

To update everyone on what's been going on since Thursday: We went back to the Dr Friday and they basically repeated everything they did on Thursday except they added some fluids via the IV to try to keep him from getting dehydrated. The blood culture that they drew on Thursday wasn't growing anything at last check, which is good, hopefully whatever this is is viral and not bacterial. The poor baby has been checked for everything from a spider bite ( I killed a black widow outside the garage a few days ago...second one in a couple of months!) to pneumonia to Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever (we pretty much live in the woods, therefore there are ticks in this area) and Roseiola (aka German Measles...Kyle's 1st cousin died from this as an infant several years ago).

I am a "fact checker" and went in that office every time with a list of questions complete with symptoms, times of temps taken, meds given, poops, pees and everything that went into or came out of his mouth......I'm pretty sure they knew that I wasn't going to be happy with an answer such as "it may just be a virus". I hope it is just a virus, but don't think for a minute we're going to wait around for a week to find out without checking when I know my baby, and I KNOW this isn't normal for him. Thank goodness Dr. Jeanie felt the same way! The minute she walked by our room and saw Carter limp in my arms, she came in and started checking him out.

He usually enters the office saying, "Doooctor Jeeeanie?!!!" and proceeds to go all the way to the end of the hall, around the corner and down another hall and right to her office....every time! I have apologized many times for this but she assures me she adores him and loves the fact that he remembers her name, and loves her as much as she does.

Anyway, late Friday night he broke out in a horrible rash and when I called the doc on call, they said that with everything else he had going on we should bring him in to the ER. We are new at this. So new that when I dozed off on the ride up there (no sleep in 2 days will do that), I woke up and noticed we were going the wrong way. "Where are you going?!!" I asked my equally exhausted husband. "To the hospital!!" He was going to the hospital where our babies were delivered....not to Childrens! Thankfully, we could still take another exit and get there pretty quick! When the triage nurse noticed who our pediatrician was she said, "she's actually working the ER tonight, let me see if she's still here!" Thankfully, she was! At this point, I doubt Carter would have let anyone else come near him!

Dr Jeanie believes the rash is an allergic reaction to the antibiotic. I think she is probably right. Both times I have had a Csection I have had a horrible reaction to the spinal block. My face is blotchy and red, and ITCHY BEYOND BELIEF! My lips swell and my nose is a lovely cross between Rudolph and a very large potato. Nice. Carter looked a lot like this.

After more tests we got to come home, but they still wanted to check him in the office later that day....Saturday. (they are OPEN, imagine that!) She didn't give him more antibiotics due to the reaction, but did give fluids and called to check on him later that evening and again yesterday.

I am supposed to call them with an update this morning and then we'll go from there, but I am really hopeful! He seems to be feeling a little better and fever is down some, so maybe whatever this nasty stuff is has run it's course!....and maybe Lilah won't partake of it!

Thank you all again so much for your prayers & well wishes!

I'll leave you with a pic of Carter as he enjoyed Alvin & The Chipmunks yesterday. He didn't dance along with the music as he usually does, but he did manage to hold his head up for most of the movie, which is a definite improvement!

...and Lilah would like to say, she will also be glad when her big brother is feeling better! His sickness is making her a bit grumpy!

Please.....

I have another prayer request for another precious baby.....mine! Yesterday Carter started the day off fine, then all of the sudden something hit him like a truck. No runny nose, no congestion, no nausea...nothing! He went from being fine to barely able to hold his head up. His temperature has been 104+ multiple times.

We were sitting at Dr Jeanie's office this morning when they opened at 8am and they rushed him in drew some blood and sent us for a chest xray after finding that his white blood cell count was real high. When we got back to the office they started an IV and gave him antibiotics and then a shot and told us to come back tomorrow for another xray and the results of the blood cultures.

Since leaving the doctors office his fever has stayed at 103-104 degrees even while alternating Tylenol & Motrin. He has been hallucinating on and off. Right now he is sleeping, but if he does that one more time we are going to the ER.

Please say a prayer for him. The nurses were astonished that he is almost 2 and a half and today is the FIRST time he has ever taken antibiotics. We have been so blessed that he doesn't really ever get sick. Now he doesn't know what is happening to him and he is really scared.

So are we.

Pray for this precious baby!

Update! For an update on Landon please go HERE. Thank you all for your prayers!

I waded though the snot (etc) coming from the nose of most every single member of this household to get to my computer to post this. I would have done it earlier but quite honestly have barely lifted my head for days much less stare at a computer screen. This doesn't by any means lesson the urgency of my request though!


My sweet nephew, Landon, 19 months, has been very sick for over a week and has been in the hospital since Friday. He has been so so sick and they have yet to discover exactly what is causing him to be so ill. Please remember Landon when you pray. Also, please remember his parents, Dana & Kevin. I know they are exhausted not to mention very scared at this point.

Please join me as I lift them up in prayer, as well as the doctors, nurses and specialists that they will find what is wrong and get this baby well! Most importantly I pray that Landon feels much better....FAST!

Thankful...

...This morning I am thankful. I am thankful for all the veterans, both present and past, who have sacrificed to make our country, our world a better safer place. My sweet Granddaddy was in the navy, and I shudder as I look at pictures of him at such a frighteningly young age in that uniform and imagine how scared he must have been as they fought in the second World War. I never heard him talk about it. I can only imagine why.

Kyle's Grandpa was an Army man. So was his identical twin brother. I still remember hearing him laugh as he told of how upset his wife would get when she ran out to greet the soldier coming home toward the house, only to be devastated when she realized it wasn't her beloved....but his twin brother. (I am having visions of two other twin pranksters I know...Lord help her!) I am thankful that within my husband's family there is a strong sense of humor, even if often they are laughing at themselves or at one another (in love, of course!).

I am so very thankful that Grandpa Smith passed away in such a peaceful manner in the wee hours of the night last night, surrounded by family. His youngest daughter holding his hand as he passed from this earth to the promised land.

I am thankful that by now he is reunited with his Mattie Lou, with that twin prankster of a brother, and that He has met his savior face to face. I know that he will love on my angel babies the same way he loved on my earthly babies. I know they will get as big a kick out of his contagious laugh/giggle that I always have. We will surely miss that laugh.

You will be missed Grandpa Smith. Thank you for treating me as one of your own. Carter knew that last night you were probably going to heaven to be with Jesus and he waited up, watching you closely. I hope you heard the words he said to you. After you had been gone for a while he climbed up into my lap, pointed to your body and said, "Mom, when Grandpa Smish(that's how he says Smith) going to heaven with Jesus?" I said, "He's already gone, baby." He didn't understand fully, but he was satisfied and finally...hours after his bedtime, fell asleep in my lap.

Until we meet again,.......

Update...

Update on Grandpa 9:39PM Sunday: We have been at the hospital most of the day today and he is still holding on, though there have been several times today when I thought he'd left us. He had a good day yesterday and even ran a lady out of his room when she dared try to shave him during the Alabama game...LOL! We were all really surprised to get the call this morning around 9 that he'd taken a turn for the very worst. He hasn't been alert at all today other than muttering a few times and creasing his brow now and then when talked to.

Most of the time his family was in decent spirits, even managing to laugh at stories....like the ones you all know and love....about Grandpa and the rest of the family. I hope he could hear the laughter and know that we would all be okay,.....but that he will be missed. I hope he heard those moments too.

Also, please remember the Jolley family. Their sweet Mother, grandmother, & great grandmother is not doing well at all. This precious woman is over 100 years old, and it hasn't been but just a few months ago that I saw her kneel in prayer with a lonely soul at the altar! She is truly a pillar in our community and she is the very definition of a Godly servant. My prayers go out to her and that family tonight, that she wouldn't suffer and would feel the very love surrounding her that she has offered to everyone she meets in her time on this earth....always,...always...with a smile!

"Maw Maw sad"....

We are on our way to the hospital where they have called the family in for Grandpa S. Please pray that he won't have to suffer, and pray for his family. We have had a few days to get somewhat ready for this time, but it won't be easy now that it looks like the time has come to say good-byes.

He is alert today and knows everyone which is a blessing! We are taking the kids to see him, in hopes that he will be able to talk to them. He always perks up when he sees them, and hasn't been alert at all any of the times we have been there over the past week.

Update:11:10PM Thursday. Just returned home from the hospital. Grandpa is starting to having 25-30 second periods where he isn't breathing every couple of minutes. He doesn't seem to be in any pain though. He wasn't alert at all while we were there, but Carter kept going up to the bed and just watching him. Once whispering, "I love you Grandpa". We talked on the way home about how Grandpa would probably be going to heaven soon to be with Jesus. He just nodded and said, "Like Jill did". He still remembers her singing to him before she got so sick, and he remembers going to visit her in the hospital. I said, "Yes, baby. Like Jill did." He said, "Maw Maw sad."

Wise beyond his years.

What if His people prayed?

A prayer by Billy Graham’s aired by Paul Harvey:

‘Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and
to seek your direction and guidance. We know Your Word says, ‘Woe to
Those who call evil good,’ but that is exactly what we have done. We
Have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values. We have

Exploited the poor and called it the lottery.
We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare.
We have killed our unborn and called it choice.
We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable.
We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self esteem.
We have abused power and called it politics.
We have coveted our neighbor’s possessions and called it ambition.
We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression.
We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment.

Search us, Oh God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us
From every sin and Set us free. Amen!’

I copied this from Laurel's site and wanted to share it.

Man Down....

As the wife of a firefighter, I couldn't possibly count the number of times I've sat up and listened to the scanner after my husband left on a fire. I always say as he leaves....Don't go in!! Don't go in unless there is somebody trapped! Don't go in!!! I stand at the door of the garage and pray over him and the rest of the firemen as they answer the call.

Today as I stood at the sink, I heard a news bulletin. A fireman killed in the line of duty. My heart sank. In our county. Oh no. I immediately called my husband to tell him what I had heard.

A little later my friend and former pastors wife, Angela, called. This fireman was from the town where they now serve, and this family are members of their church. Chris, her husband and the local church pastor, was with the family at that time. She asked that we remember this family in prayer. How broken hearted they must be tonight. She also asked that we remember the fire chief as well.

The fireman was 24 and the fire chief had the duty of going to tell his family what had happened. I can't begin to imagine how broken this man is.

Please remember this family, this fire chief, this church, and this town in prayer!

Cody Renfroe, 24
photo courtesy WHNT

Just do it!

(See Update Below!!!)

Okay go HERE or read THIS and then join me as I pray! Baby Stellan is coming tomorrow morning at 9:30 AM CST, and I can barely breathe just thinking about how this mom feels, or this dad. I have been following their story for months, but even if you haven't go read it, and pray!

We serve an awesome God! Remember, There Is Hope!

Go on....hurry!

UPDATE:I copied and pasted this from MckMama's blog! Praise the Lord!

Big Mac, MckNugget and Small Fry joyfully announce that they now have another brother!!

Our long-awaited little MckMuffin has finally arrived...

Stellan
entered the world this sunny fall morning
at 10:19 am, CST
weighing 6 pounds, 10 ounces
and measuring 19 inches long

As you can imagine, there is a lot going on here at the hospital. Please thank God with us that little Stlellan is here and be in prayer for these first hours of his precious life.

The NICU attended the birth--which went very smoothly--and Stellan is with the NICU team now. MckMama is recovering and, in spite of a pretty low blood pressure, is feeling well. She has seen Stellan only briefly, but Prince Charming has been back and forth between her and baby Stellan. When she is stable, she'll be wheeled on her bed down to see their new baby.

Details on exactly how Stellan is doing as well as photos of the sweet baby will be forthcoming. But, let's just say that Stellan got a 9 and a 9 on his APGARS and the NICU team has yet to find a single thing wrong with him...

Happy birthday, sweet Stellan. You are God's miracle to us and you are finally here!!!!

Tyler...

So it's Wednesday night and I'm sitting here trying my best to blog. I keep wondering if Tyler went to Awana tonight. I have almost called to find out a few times, but decided not to. Tyler is my 2nd cousin. He's in the 5th grade at the same elementary school I went to. He's probably the sweetest most laid back kid I've ever been around. I seriously think he's a Horse Whisperer. He loves my kids and would play with them tirelessly for hours given the chance. He has one of the most adorable smiles I've ever seen. One of Tyler's best friends was killed in a 4 wheeler accident a year or so ago. Tyler was supposed to go with them that day but changed his mind at the last minute. His 22 year old brother, Derek, was killed in a car accident early Saturday morning.

Tyler was staying the night with his Gran (and my Aunt Linda) when the accident happened. My Aunt Wanda (Linda & my mom's sister) called early Saturday morning to tell me what had happened and I went to tell my mother. Nobody knew how she would react because she was close to Derek. So I went to tell her. She did okay. Once she settled down, I went next door to Aunt Linda's to sit with them for a while. As I was getting my kids out of the car, she met me at the door to tell me Tyler was there and he didn't know yet.

They were waiting to tell him until his parents got home from the hospital and taking care of some other things. He played with the kids and told me about every song that came on CMT. He couldn't get over the fact that I never listen to country music. I told him I'd introduce him to TobyMac and Third Day. He laughed. He thinks I'm old.

A lady came to the door that I didn't know. Tyler beat me to the door. As she started up the steps he said, "Something happened to Derek." She didn't know anything had happened. She said, "What happened?" Tyler said, "He died."

As his Gran came from the back of the house I mouthed to her, "He knows", she asked him who told him and that's when he said, "I heard you talking on the phone last night." Only then did he break down. I thought my heart would burst. Watching that poor sweet baby cry and thinking about him lying there all those hours wondering what had happened and when someone was going to tell him was just about more than I could stand.

Derek's funeral was Monday. Please help me as I pray for God to intervene with this family. I pray that He can give them comfort they so desperately need and that they will turn to Him in their grief. Please lift up Derek's parents, Greg & Lynn Jeffery, his sister, Shaylynn, brother, Tyler, his grandparents, and friends. I ask that you also pray especially for his girlfriend, Tiffany. She is expecting she & Derek's child early next year.

Aunt Linda lost another grandchild, Jill, earlier this year. They all need your prayers.

I know that there are many prayer warriors out there, thank you in advance for your prayers!

National Day of Remembrance

As many of you know, October 15th is the National Day of Remembrance for pregnancy and infant loss. This includes all babies who have died because of miscarriage, stillbirth, SIDS, or any other infant death. I didn't know this until I saw it on Bring The Rain, a blog I read as often as I can. Angie, the author of Bring the Rain, and her family have experienced some very devastating losses in recent months and she asked that anyone who wanted to share any losses they had experienced and that others pray for those precious ones who shared their personal experience.

After some of the comments I received on my birthday post a few days ago, I decided to participate on my own blog. I lost my first baby on March 24, 2003 at 8 weeks. This baby would have been due on November 14, 2003. I lost my second baby on April 11, 2004 in the 4th month. This baby would have been due on my birthday, October 9, 2004. The D&C was done on April 11 which is my MIL & my nephew, Chase's birthday(and later my niece Maggie, in 2007).

I think of those angel babies often. I have ultrasound pics and a couple of gifts I received for the second baby. I never look at them, but I know where they are....just in case I want to someday.

On this day of remembrance though, I also want to remember a baby that wasn't mine, but that still profoundly affects my life. I know that he always will.

On July 14, 2003, as I was lying in bed, my husband's fire department radio went off. I held my breath as I heard the call going out. An infant, unresponsive. I started praying. I heard the address go out. It was 1/4 mile up the road from my house. Then I heard one of the firefighters in a panicked voice say that no one in the all volunteer department knew how to perform CPR on an infant.

I'd never performed CPR on an infant, only adults, but I had been trained in how to do so. I had a brief (I say brief because all of the things up to this point took about 2 minutes to unfold) discussion with God as I jumped in my car, mainly complaining how in the world could this be happening, when I'd just lost my own baby a few months before? I can't do this, God! His response? YES YOU CAN! GO!!

When I got there, I remember parking and running down the road. I kicked off my flip flops so I could run faster. I met a fireman, crying, falling to his knees, as I started into the house. I could hear screams, begging, pleading.

"Oh dear God, Help me!"

When I got to where the baby was lying on the couch his grandmother was draped over him sobbing. I pulled her back and said, "let me see if I can help him." She said, "no! you might hurt him!" I grabbed both of her hands and said with a calmness that came straight from God, "look at me, I promise I won't hurt him, let me see if I can help him!"

As I did compressions on the baby, I had the grandmother helping me breathe, just because I could see that she needed so desperately to be doing something....just as everyone else in that room did. I continued CPR, praying....I could hear those young parents screaming, sobbing, begging, pleading, in the background. A local paramedic arrived just moments before the ambulance and took over CPR, then carried him to the hospital in the ambulance.

I don't know how long this all took. It seemed like hours. As I walked outside, one of the firemen handed me my shoes. I went home and cried....for that baby, for those parents,... for my baby.

Jayden Kyler went home to be with God that morning. I don't believe he felt my compressions, I believe God had already taken him home. I went back to the grandmother's house the next day. I didn't know them, I just felt like I needed to tell them how sorry I was. What I didn't expect was for that precious grandmother to stop her conversation and greet me as I walked in. To apologize to me for screaming at me, and to thank me profusely for trying to help baby Jayden. I didn't expect that broken mother to hug me, again, thanking me over and over.


I felt like such a failure, to that precious baby....to my own, yet God showed me in those days following Jayden's death that He didn't always promise to answer our prayers as we see fit, but as He sees fit.......and in His time.

Jayden's family is still such a blessing to me. I don't see them without getting a big hug! I can't tell you how much joy it brings me to pass by their house now and see a swing set outside....with 2 beautiful little boys playing, and a smiling Mother watching them nearby.

I know there was a time when that mother didn't think she would ever smile again.


But she did.


.......in His time.


Please feel free to share your own experiences with your comments. Do so anonymously if you wish. Also, please join me as I pray over each comment. Thank you!