still nor rain other than some mist. Nothing to fill water tanks.
Tomorrow is the last day of Term 1, then we have a two week break.
Next week is parent conferences, so please pray for good communication and wisdom.
This next four days the high school students have a spiritual retreat called Encounter.
I drive by our local hospital every morning on my way to work. An ambulance passed me this morning headed to the hospital but as I got further down the road and ambulance was coming from behind me (from the hospital) with it’s lights flashing and siren going. I was stopped at a traffic light so the ambulance passed by my window in a left turn lane. It was the USA Women’s and Children’s Hospital Neonatal Transport Ambulance. It it me. “Oh dear God, that’s somebody’s baby that was probably just born”. Next thing I knew I was sobbing.. So I started praying for the baby and quite possibly the mother who is still at one hospital while her new baby is in another. That broke my heart even more. I prayed until I could no longer see the ambulance.
Can I please ask you to pray for this little one and it’s family who loves it. I cannot imagine what they are going through. I just feel compelled to make sure that baby is prayed for.
Thank you.
More prayers for J–it’s gotten murkier and more complicated and I, unfortunately, am in the middle, only because I passed on a message that was responded to. Please pray J ends up in a place where God can heal. That’s what’s most important. As for me, sigh, courage to handle all the slings and arrows bound to come my way, with good cheer and no reaction other than the one that comes from God.
My Uncle Frank who has hemophilia, great-grandfather to the glorious baby who does NOT have hemophilia, is in the hospital with bleeding issues. He’s 85 years-old and has had severe bleeding in the eye the last couple days; in and out of the hospital, they’re operating now to hopefully stop the bleeding, probably by removing his eye. He hasn’t slept or ate much, if anything, in the last week. Family is frantic.
He looked great three weeks ago. The last of his generation, a good man. Thank you.
Emotionally crawling back here . . . I’m whiplashed and still very tired from driving all over the bay area last night (soccer, my nephew in San Jose, they tied) and not sleeping when I got home (why?), but just got off the phone with yet another loved one in crisis. And I didn’t tell you about the one I prayed with for 45 minutes this morning . . .
My husband contends I don’t sleep because my mind won’t shut off; I’m wondering today if I don’t sleep because I know how tired I am and thus how ill equipped I AM to deal with these horrors today other than to pray.
All of them, individually, are too much for me. Together . . . all I can do is turn my hands up to the Lord and say, “they’re yours, Lord, do with them as you will. Just give me the words and prayers to help.”
So . . . please remind the Lord of my loved ones if they/we/me cross your mind. Thank you.
BUT! I must testify to the goodness of the Lord beyond yesterday’s blessed rain. I need to write a blog post, that’s the only pressing thing for today. I looked up something on my website and found, FOUND, a perfectly good blog post I wrote two years ago and, obviously, forgot about because I never published it.
I’m beyond thankful. I just have to put on the finishing touches and then . . . I can either lie down for a nap or bake cookies.
The nap may win. I still have to go to choir tonight . . .
Michelle, one of my aunts says that whenever she hears of a problem, she prays about it and then she has to stop thinking about it, or she will get too upset. Easier said than done, I know. I had trouble sleeping last night too. My old problems haven’t gone away since I mentioned them a couple of weeks ago, and last night it was really bad. When that happens, I do something I feel a little guilty for doing as an adult, I wake up my mother and ask her to pray for me. That really helps. Having another mature human reassure me through the fears and disturbed thoughts is a gift from God. My mother only had one year of teacher training after high school, but she always seems to know what to say to a distraught person, and many people have sought her help through the years.
Mothers never stop praying for their babies. I don’t know what I would do if BG woke me and asked me to pray for or with her. You would probably hear me from there.
Thank you to all who indulged me in my emotional state this morning. I don’t know why it struck me as it did. Maybe I was just supposed to pray for that baby.
I’m sorry I haven’t been here lately. I read through all the prayer requests I missed in the last few weeks, and have prayed for the ongoing/unresolved needs mentioned. Many tore at my heart strings.
Thank you for the prayers regarding my physical therapy/frozen shoulder. Continued work on my part on the stretches will be necessary to achieve full healing, but I am almost there, and at the end of my session today, my PT announced that I have graduated from therapy. 🙂
If you haven’t read the other threads, then you missed that I said Forrest finally took the school bus to school, yesterday & today, thanks to the encouragement & help from the school social worker. 🙂
I told my mother what you said, Cheryl, and she said it was true. Due to my mother’s chronic pain and my father’s heavy snoring, they don’t often share a room; so when my problems have been really bad, I’ll sometimes sleep with my mother. I almost never shared a bed with my siblings or parents growing up (my mother was too nervous to sleep with her babies in the bed); but it is comforting to have her there when I’m so upset. My mother has almost never had an unbroken night’s rest since her arthritis symptoms started twenty odd years ago, but she never shows her sleep deprivation. She is always cheerful and available. She is a much better and stronger woman than I am.
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still nor rain other than some mist. Nothing to fill water tanks.
Tomorrow is the last day of Term 1, then we have a two week break.
Next week is parent conferences, so please pray for good communication and wisdom.
This next four days the high school students have a spiritual retreat called Encounter.
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I drive by our local hospital every morning on my way to work. An ambulance passed me this morning headed to the hospital but as I got further down the road and ambulance was coming from behind me (from the hospital) with it’s lights flashing and siren going. I was stopped at a traffic light so the ambulance passed by my window in a left turn lane. It was the USA Women’s and Children’s Hospital Neonatal Transport Ambulance. It it me. “Oh dear God, that’s somebody’s baby that was probably just born”. Next thing I knew I was sobbing.. So I started praying for the baby and quite possibly the mother who is still at one hospital while her new baby is in another. That broke my heart even more. I prayed until I could no longer see the ambulance.
Can I please ask you to pray for this little one and it’s family who loves it. I cannot imagine what they are going through. I just feel compelled to make sure that baby is prayed for.
Thank you.
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More prayers for J–it’s gotten murkier and more complicated and I, unfortunately, am in the middle, only because I passed on a message that was responded to. Please pray J ends up in a place where God can heal. That’s what’s most important. As for me, sigh, courage to handle all the slings and arrows bound to come my way, with good cheer and no reaction other than the one that comes from God.
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My Uncle Frank who has hemophilia, great-grandfather to the glorious baby who does NOT have hemophilia, is in the hospital with bleeding issues. He’s 85 years-old and has had severe bleeding in the eye the last couple days; in and out of the hospital, they’re operating now to hopefully stop the bleeding, probably by removing his eye. He hasn’t slept or ate much, if anything, in the last week. Family is frantic.
He looked great three weeks ago. The last of his generation, a good man. Thank you.
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praying for all above.
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Emotionally crawling back here . . . I’m whiplashed and still very tired from driving all over the bay area last night (soccer, my nephew in San Jose, they tied) and not sleeping when I got home (why?), but just got off the phone with yet another loved one in crisis. And I didn’t tell you about the one I prayed with for 45 minutes this morning . . .
My husband contends I don’t sleep because my mind won’t shut off; I’m wondering today if I don’t sleep because I know how tired I am and thus how ill equipped I AM to deal with these horrors today other than to pray.
All of them, individually, are too much for me. Together . . . all I can do is turn my hands up to the Lord and say, “they’re yours, Lord, do with them as you will. Just give me the words and prayers to help.”
So . . . please remind the Lord of my loved ones if they/we/me cross your mind. Thank you.
BUT! I must testify to the goodness of the Lord beyond yesterday’s blessed rain. I need to write a blog post, that’s the only pressing thing for today. I looked up something on my website and found, FOUND, a perfectly good blog post I wrote two years ago and, obviously, forgot about because I never published it.
I’m beyond thankful. I just have to put on the finishing touches and then . . . I can either lie down for a nap or bake cookies.
The nap may win. I still have to go to choir tonight . . .
Thank you.
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Michelle, one of my aunts says that whenever she hears of a problem, she prays about it and then she has to stop thinking about it, or she will get too upset. Easier said than done, I know. I had trouble sleeping last night too. My old problems haven’t gone away since I mentioned them a couple of weeks ago, and last night it was really bad. When that happens, I do something I feel a little guilty for doing as an adult, I wake up my mother and ask her to pray for me. That really helps. Having another mature human reassure me through the fears and disturbed thoughts is a gift from God. My mother only had one year of teacher training after high school, but she always seems to know what to say to a distraught person, and many people have sought her help through the years.
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Roscuro, as a mom I can tell you it is probably an honor for your mom to be able to pray for you.
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Mothers never stop praying for their babies. I don’t know what I would do if BG woke me and asked me to pray for or with her. You would probably hear me from there.
Thank you to all who indulged me in my emotional state this morning. I don’t know why it struck me as it did. Maybe I was just supposed to pray for that baby.
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I’m sorry I haven’t been here lately. I read through all the prayer requests I missed in the last few weeks, and have prayed for the ongoing/unresolved needs mentioned. Many tore at my heart strings.
Thank you for the prayers regarding my physical therapy/frozen shoulder. Continued work on my part on the stretches will be necessary to achieve full healing, but I am almost there, and at the end of my session today, my PT announced that I have graduated from therapy. 🙂
God’s blessings to all of you here.
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God’s blessings to you, too, dear 6 Arrows!
If you haven’t read the other threads, then you missed that I said Forrest finally took the school bus to school, yesterday & today, thanks to the encouragement & help from the school social worker. 🙂
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Forrest’s separation from his mom is still very hard on him, though. Today he told her he missed her “soooooo much!”
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I told my mother what you said, Cheryl, and she said it was true. Due to my mother’s chronic pain and my father’s heavy snoring, they don’t often share a room; so when my problems have been really bad, I’ll sometimes sleep with my mother. I almost never shared a bed with my siblings or parents growing up (my mother was too nervous to sleep with her babies in the bed); but it is comforting to have her there when I’m so upset. My mother has almost never had an unbroken night’s rest since her arthritis symptoms started twenty odd years ago, but she never shows her sleep deprivation. She is always cheerful and available. She is a much better and stronger woman than I am.
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She’s had more practice, Roscuro. You’ll get there.
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Give Forrest a hug for me, Karen. Even though he doesn’t know who I am. 🙂
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Flash flood warnings here for another hour or so, and hubby is yet to drive home from work.
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Warning’s over, and hubby’s home. Thanks.
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