Bowing to pressure and the fact that I have not kept the blog updated and feeling bad about it, I think it is time to start keeping it up.
A lot has happened in the past 6 months. Three trips to Canada,a couple of trips out onto the lake and a whole lot of work.
One of the reasons I stopped on this blog was Pastor Quick's recurrence of his melanoma. Seeing him go thru what he did until his passing in August was hard on me. I still look in the mirror and ask God why him and not me. I also wonder what more I could have done to help him. I feel I let him down every time I get a good report from my doctors. Someone told me that maybe God isn't done with me yet and that he has something more for me to accomplish. I hope so.
All three of my doctors are amazed and they call me an anomaly. My regular doctor and the oncologist and dermatologist ask me questions on what I am doing and why I think I am still around. The three of them have told me this summer that I shouldn't have made it this long. Even better, they tell me I should not be this healthy for a 58 year old. I feel great except for the aches and pains from overdoing it. Like tonight in AWANA with the kids. It's hard running around the circle with the kids.
Also, Caleb turned 9 and Arrie turned 1. Had the doctors been right, I would have never seen Arrie, let alone his first birthday. Now I am holding on to see him graduate college and make me a great-grandfather.
Continue to pray for me and my health. I will update on our recent Canada trip that turned out to be quite the adventure. I promise it will be in a few days and not a few weeks.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
I am feeling the heat
Yep. Besides my mother, friends and other relatives have yelled at me for not keeping them up to date on the blog. Okay. Okay. I get the message. I was just figuring that no news was good news, so here goes.
Wednesday I go to the Dermatologist to have my tri-annual full body skin check. Some might like the novelty of being check from head to toe by someone (seems lately it has been someone of the opposite sex) but that has never been the case with me. After 21 years in the army a doctor is just another dogface troop doing their job. The thing that sticks in my mind this time is March 17th two years ago is when I started the interferon. Forty three years ago it was the day my father died. Hopefully, and especially God willing, I will get a clean bill of health and not get cut again. I absolutely hate being cut and stitched. I just hope all the things I am doing to stay healthy keeps my skin healthy too.
Many things that has really changed with the "alternative" medicine. No post nasal drip after years and years of it. Not one phlebitis attack in my leg. Daily regularity. And really surprising is the blood pressure. I usually run about 114/65 with a pulse of 60. A far cry from only a few years ago.
Now to the downside and it is small. The nerve pain and the fluid when I work that builds up. I went to be Saturday night after splitting and loading a truckload of wood Thursday, helping tear out walls and getting lit up cutting some wires at Steve and Stacy's, and then driving for 5 hours on Saturday. I woke up Sunday with a bag of fluid above my elbow. I just didn't shake hands at church, but some of the guys decided to squeeze me from behind. Oops. I feel badly for them as they were embarrassed after the hurt. I'm just glad I am here and they are my friends and able to make the "oops."
One cute thing happened Friday night. After I cut the second live wire and grandma said she didn't want me dead, Josh said, "grandpa, I don't want you to die, who will drive the four wheelers if you die?" I told him I would take the four wheelers with me when I die. He said, "God won't let you take them with you." I asked him who told him that and he just repeated that "God won't let you." The simplicity of a child's mind. We would probably all live a lot longer if we just had that simplicity and belief in God.
So Mom and Lori, happy reading. Both of you get well soon.
Wednesday I go to the Dermatologist to have my tri-annual full body skin check. Some might like the novelty of being check from head to toe by someone (seems lately it has been someone of the opposite sex) but that has never been the case with me. After 21 years in the army a doctor is just another dogface troop doing their job. The thing that sticks in my mind this time is March 17th two years ago is when I started the interferon. Forty three years ago it was the day my father died. Hopefully, and especially God willing, I will get a clean bill of health and not get cut again. I absolutely hate being cut and stitched. I just hope all the things I am doing to stay healthy keeps my skin healthy too.
Many things that has really changed with the "alternative" medicine. No post nasal drip after years and years of it. Not one phlebitis attack in my leg. Daily regularity. And really surprising is the blood pressure. I usually run about 114/65 with a pulse of 60. A far cry from only a few years ago.
Now to the downside and it is small. The nerve pain and the fluid when I work that builds up. I went to be Saturday night after splitting and loading a truckload of wood Thursday, helping tear out walls and getting lit up cutting some wires at Steve and Stacy's, and then driving for 5 hours on Saturday. I woke up Sunday with a bag of fluid above my elbow. I just didn't shake hands at church, but some of the guys decided to squeeze me from behind. Oops. I feel badly for them as they were embarrassed after the hurt. I'm just glad I am here and they are my friends and able to make the "oops."
One cute thing happened Friday night. After I cut the second live wire and grandma said she didn't want me dead, Josh said, "grandpa, I don't want you to die, who will drive the four wheelers if you die?" I told him I would take the four wheelers with me when I die. He said, "God won't let you take them with you." I asked him who told him that and he just repeated that "God won't let you." The simplicity of a child's mind. We would probably all live a lot longer if we just had that simplicity and belief in God.
So Mom and Lori, happy reading. Both of you get well soon.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
2-13-2010
Well it is just over 2 years and 4 months since I was told I had cancer. Well, everyone has cancer, mine just decided to try and kill me at that moment. Well it hasn't so far and I don't plan on letting it anytime soon.
We moved my mother in law into an assisted living place this week so Patti and I decided to go up and have diner with her on Thursday. It was a nice meal but I did notice that all but two of the people in the room were women. I also noticed some nice smiles from the ladies. One of the men was Pastor Quick's father. I introduced myself and to my surprise he knew right away who my mother in law was and even what room she was in. We talked a few minutes then I had to run out and get some furniture at my mother in law apartment (she still has things at her apartment). During diner the staff asked if my mother in law was going to the Valentine's Dance. Patti and I encouraged her to go and we ended up saying we would go. It was a really nice dance. During the dance my phone started buzzing so I stepped out to answer. It was Cathy, Patti's sister in a panic because she could not get in touch with her mother or Patti. I told her to relax as her mom was at a dance, with a live band and refreshments.
Well, when I returned I should have know that something was brewing. On my way back into the room I was eyeballed by several of the ladies. One even made a comment about such a nice looking man should be willing to dance. Another made the comment from the dance floor while looking straight at me. It all hit when the dance was over. One of the ladies at the table we were sitting at (Mary Jane) started telling Patti about why she came there to live two months ago. Then she told Patti how she had had a hard time adjusting at first, but said that she did not see a problem with the couple Patti was with getting adjusted. Patti laughed for a moment then proceeded to tell Mary Jane that the woman was her mother and I was her husband. Mary Jane got embarrassed and begged Patti never to tell anyone. I knew immediately what she was laughing about.
So now both my mother and my mother in law have been addressed as my wife as well as my wife being addressed as my daughter. So I have to take it the white hair either makes me an older stud when I am with my wife or my daughter (people think Patti is my daughter when we are with one of our mothers) (or the dirty looks I get when I am with Heather when they think I am her husband, and that happens almost every time I go some where with her) or just a good looking senior citizen who the ladies at the retirement homes are going to go after. I did have a concern after the dance that the staff may not let me out as residence are not allowed out of the building after nine PM. Once I got out the front door I ran for the car so they wouldn't catch me.
One thing on my side though, my great grandparents (Kinders) were totally white in their 50's also and they lived into their 90's, so I've got that going for me.
Well, I must go now. I need to get a crowbar so that after Patti reads this and it goes to her head how young people see her, I will have to pry her swelled head thru the doorway to get her out of the room. I can always remind her that I am her hairdresser and I know her secrets. That should help to reduce the swelling.
Ain't life great.
We moved my mother in law into an assisted living place this week so Patti and I decided to go up and have diner with her on Thursday. It was a nice meal but I did notice that all but two of the people in the room were women. I also noticed some nice smiles from the ladies. One of the men was Pastor Quick's father. I introduced myself and to my surprise he knew right away who my mother in law was and even what room she was in. We talked a few minutes then I had to run out and get some furniture at my mother in law apartment (she still has things at her apartment). During diner the staff asked if my mother in law was going to the Valentine's Dance. Patti and I encouraged her to go and we ended up saying we would go. It was a really nice dance. During the dance my phone started buzzing so I stepped out to answer. It was Cathy, Patti's sister in a panic because she could not get in touch with her mother or Patti. I told her to relax as her mom was at a dance, with a live band and refreshments.
Well, when I returned I should have know that something was brewing. On my way back into the room I was eyeballed by several of the ladies. One even made a comment about such a nice looking man should be willing to dance. Another made the comment from the dance floor while looking straight at me. It all hit when the dance was over. One of the ladies at the table we were sitting at (Mary Jane) started telling Patti about why she came there to live two months ago. Then she told Patti how she had had a hard time adjusting at first, but said that she did not see a problem with the couple Patti was with getting adjusted. Patti laughed for a moment then proceeded to tell Mary Jane that the woman was her mother and I was her husband. Mary Jane got embarrassed and begged Patti never to tell anyone. I knew immediately what she was laughing about.
So now both my mother and my mother in law have been addressed as my wife as well as my wife being addressed as my daughter. So I have to take it the white hair either makes me an older stud when I am with my wife or my daughter (people think Patti is my daughter when we are with one of our mothers) (or the dirty looks I get when I am with Heather when they think I am her husband, and that happens almost every time I go some where with her) or just a good looking senior citizen who the ladies at the retirement homes are going to go after. I did have a concern after the dance that the staff may not let me out as residence are not allowed out of the building after nine PM. Once I got out the front door I ran for the car so they wouldn't catch me.
One thing on my side though, my great grandparents (Kinders) were totally white in their 50's also and they lived into their 90's, so I've got that going for me.
Well, I must go now. I need to get a crowbar so that after Patti reads this and it goes to her head how young people see her, I will have to pry her swelled head thru the doorway to get her out of the room. I can always remind her that I am her hairdresser and I know her secrets. That should help to reduce the swelling.
Ain't life great.
Monday, January 18, 2010
It Been A Long Time
Well, friends have asked and my mother has to so I am writing on the blog again. It has been over two months and a lot has happened. The holidays have come and gone as holidays do. The best part is just being here. Work continues with some days of good and some not so good. It is always hard to start a new year both at work and at home. Right now my world has been turned upside down with Patti working at the office as well as Heather (up to yesterday) and Patti's mom first in the hospital and now in a nursing facility. Sometimes I get to feeling sorry for myself because of all the change, but then I have to remind myself that I am here to see the change. Then I realize that all of the change just doesn't matter. It' just being here with my wife, my kids and my grand kids and friends. You too mom.
Last Thursday Patti was talking to the doctor and he said I was his "miracle patient." Too bad he doesn't understand the miracle. It is all you who prayed to God for his help for me and God answering the prayers.
I have not been such a good prayer warrior though for those sick and hurting. Sometimes it is hard to think of others when it draws me back to thinking about what I went thru. Then I think I need to be there for them telling them all the things I have done to help myself and thinking that they all should listen to me. After all, it helped me. Well, I have to keep remembering that many hear the words to come to the Lord and don't follow. Why would or should they follow my words. Patti says to just plant the seed both about the Lord and a different way of taking your health into your hands. I guess it is the hardest part of trying to know why God saved me and what was the purpose that he has in mind. I can't see sometime why people don't listen, but then again, I am not God.
I will write more as the days go along I promise.
Last Thursday Patti was talking to the doctor and he said I was his "miracle patient." Too bad he doesn't understand the miracle. It is all you who prayed to God for his help for me and God answering the prayers.
I have not been such a good prayer warrior though for those sick and hurting. Sometimes it is hard to think of others when it draws me back to thinking about what I went thru. Then I think I need to be there for them telling them all the things I have done to help myself and thinking that they all should listen to me. After all, it helped me. Well, I have to keep remembering that many hear the words to come to the Lord and don't follow. Why would or should they follow my words. Patti says to just plant the seed both about the Lord and a different way of taking your health into your hands. I guess it is the hardest part of trying to know why God saved me and what was the purpose that he has in mind. I can't see sometime why people don't listen, but then again, I am not God.
I will write more as the days go along I promise.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Two Years and Counting
Although I have not been faithful in writing things on the blog, I still think about writing something nearly every day. A lot has happened since the last time. I lost a prayer warrior who went to be with the Lord because of her cancer. I have been very busy with work, grand kids, church and most importantly, LIFE.
It has been two years this week since they operated on me for the first time and we found out that I had melanoma and that it was malignant and went into my lymph nodes. Time has flown since we first had cancer confirmed and then the news that time was not on my side.
Well, an awesome God, great family, good friends and prayer warriors have made it so that I am still two years later.
However lucky people say I must be, I think that they are thinking lucky in the wrong sense. I am lucky that family took the time to care and look into ways of changing my life style. I am lucky that I had friends who stood up and made the suggestions of doctors and clinics that could help me as well as be there to talk and support. And the prayers warriors. I cannot tell you how many times I felt the prayers. In my darkest hours I could always feel the prayers.
Thank you all.
It has been two years this week since they operated on me for the first time and we found out that I had melanoma and that it was malignant and went into my lymph nodes. Time has flown since we first had cancer confirmed and then the news that time was not on my side.
Well, an awesome God, great family, good friends and prayer warriors have made it so that I am still two years later.
However lucky people say I must be, I think that they are thinking lucky in the wrong sense. I am lucky that family took the time to care and look into ways of changing my life style. I am lucky that I had friends who stood up and made the suggestions of doctors and clinics that could help me as well as be there to talk and support. And the prayers warriors. I cannot tell you how many times I felt the prayers. In my darkest hours I could always feel the prayers.
Thank you all.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Someone took over the blog
As you can see in the last posting, a magical fairy or something took over the blog and put a bunch of new baby pictures and Canada pictures on. (make sure you read past this post to see what I am talking about) It wasn't me or Patti. We have been very busy. In the past week we have driven over 2000 miles. A trip to Canada, a trip to Lima and a trip to Maryland. We have been in 5 states and 1 province in the past week. All of this after the birth of our newest grandson. I will tell you that I was sweating and dreading going on these trips when Heather was so close to delivery. Well, she and Little Ron (Arrie) helped end that when he was born two weeks early last week. He was a wrapped up bundle of joy (in more ways than one. He was literally wrapped up in the womb, that is why he could not turn or drop)
Patti and I spent a wonderful 4 days with the Staretts in Canada at their cabin. Even with the misadventure of trying to get a prospective buyer for the cabin in on Friday, rain on Saturday and a very early start home on Sunday. The 27 trout I caught and the 10 that Ken caught (and released all) in one hour and twenty minutes on Saturday afternoon made the trip worthwhile. Of course, we found out trout season had ended three days before so it was a good thing we let them go. We seem to catch the most fish either before or after the season begins. I found out what it is like to be a fish and get hooked. I put a treble hook thru my finger getting one of the trout off. I almost quit fishing at that point, but instead just bit off the line and left the lure in my finger while I put another lure on and ended up catching 9 more nice size trout. I worked the lure out of my finger as I walked back in the stream to where Ken and the four wheelers were.
On our trip out to meet the prospective buyer on Friday, the dam was shutdown and we could not cross because it was being worked on. Trying to find another way around we did stumble upon two new lakes we had never known were there. We will have to try them out next summer when we go back. I know all the grandson's are looking forward to going back up as well as Patti, Steve, Ron, Heather and me.
The one part of the trip that was special is that the day we left, October 1st is exactly 2 years to the day that I found my cancer. It was a special time for me and Patti driving up in the camper to Canada. It was only about a month after finding it that we were told I had 4 1/2 months to a year probably to live. We know now that God had other plans for us. I guess he isn't finished with me yet. I thank him for that and for giving me this time to see two new grandchildren come into this world since then. Now I just want to see them all graduate, get married and see my great grandchildren. Maybe it's a big request, but then again I have a Big God.
Patti and I spent a wonderful 4 days with the Staretts in Canada at their cabin. Even with the misadventure of trying to get a prospective buyer for the cabin in on Friday, rain on Saturday and a very early start home on Sunday. The 27 trout I caught and the 10 that Ken caught (and released all) in one hour and twenty minutes on Saturday afternoon made the trip worthwhile. Of course, we found out trout season had ended three days before so it was a good thing we let them go. We seem to catch the most fish either before or after the season begins. I found out what it is like to be a fish and get hooked. I put a treble hook thru my finger getting one of the trout off. I almost quit fishing at that point, but instead just bit off the line and left the lure in my finger while I put another lure on and ended up catching 9 more nice size trout. I worked the lure out of my finger as I walked back in the stream to where Ken and the four wheelers were.
On our trip out to meet the prospective buyer on Friday, the dam was shutdown and we could not cross because it was being worked on. Trying to find another way around we did stumble upon two new lakes we had never known were there. We will have to try them out next summer when we go back. I know all the grandson's are looking forward to going back up as well as Patti, Steve, Ron, Heather and me.
The one part of the trip that was special is that the day we left, October 1st is exactly 2 years to the day that I found my cancer. It was a special time for me and Patti driving up in the camper to Canada. It was only about a month after finding it that we were told I had 4 1/2 months to a year probably to live. We know now that God had other plans for us. I guess he isn't finished with me yet. I thank him for that and for giving me this time to see two new grandchildren come into this world since then. Now I just want to see them all graduate, get married and see my great grandchildren. Maybe it's a big request, but then again I have a Big God.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Quick Note
Times here have been busy trying to get more work for the company, getting ready for colder weather and just trying to catch up on a lot of things. And getting ready for a new grandchild. Oh yeah, and AWANA starting as Patti just told me over my shoulder.
September is a busy month usually with birthdays, anniversaries and the like. The 19th would have been my Grandpa Moore's 100th birthday. He has been gone now for 30 years. He is one of the two people I would like to talk to if God would grant me the opportunity. (without dying of course) He was very influential in my life. Although he had his faults, he taught me a good work ethic and a loyalty to family.
Patti's sister, Steven T's, our daughter-in-law Stacy's, Patti's Dad and Caleb's birthdays are all in September. Probably the biggest event for Patti and I is our anniversary coming up. 36 years and counting. I pray that God gives us another 36 years. I would really like to see if people will still think Patti is my daughter then. I guess Patti just looks that young and it is easier to say that rather than to say I must look like an old man. Only our hairdresser knows for sure.
Anyways, off on more travels. I really do mean this from the depths of my soul. God take care of you all and I hope you find the peace of God when time are good or bad. He is always there.
September is a busy month usually with birthdays, anniversaries and the like. The 19th would have been my Grandpa Moore's 100th birthday. He has been gone now for 30 years. He is one of the two people I would like to talk to if God would grant me the opportunity. (without dying of course) He was very influential in my life. Although he had his faults, he taught me a good work ethic and a loyalty to family.
Patti's sister, Steven T's, our daughter-in-law Stacy's, Patti's Dad and Caleb's birthdays are all in September. Probably the biggest event for Patti and I is our anniversary coming up. 36 years and counting. I pray that God gives us another 36 years. I would really like to see if people will still think Patti is my daughter then. I guess Patti just looks that young and it is easier to say that rather than to say I must look like an old man. Only our hairdresser knows for sure.
Anyways, off on more travels. I really do mean this from the depths of my soul. God take care of you all and I hope you find the peace of God when time are good or bad. He is always there.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Just a thought that you might what to think about too.
Patti and I just got back from a 535 mile trip visiting job sites that we are bidding next week. I was probably quieter that usual because something kept creeping back into my mind. A few days ago the fellow that handles stocks and bonds for us asked me a question after we had talked about my health and my investment thoughts. He asked me if, after facing so close a prospect of death, did I have any regrets in my life. Now I know I did not give him the answer he was looking for, as I figure he was talking about not investing in stocks he had recommended and they could have made me money. Instead I answered him with a resounding "NO". I think it took him back, and quite honestly it took me back a little also. He asked me again and I told him the same. Are you sure he questioned? Yes, I am sure. I have no regrets and I told him why I didn't. When I looked back on my life a few weeks ago, after the good news from the doctor, I found that there were many things I did right as well as too many things wrong. Why no regrets on the wrong things. Simple, I told him. God put good things and bad things in my way and I learned from both. I would not be the man I am today without those things, right & wrong, good & bad. God has sent us all on a race as the Apostle Paul put it, and it's up to us how we run the race. Think about it. We can cheat or we can be honest. We can face obstacle and overcome them or let them slow us down. We can stumble and fall, but what do we do when we are down matters most. Some get up and soon fall again because we have never looked at why we fell, we just blame someone or something so we will fall again. Some get up and then just crawl along, so afraid of falling that we never really reach our potential. And then there are those who get up, understand the reason they fell, but go back full speed knowing full well they may fall again and again, but take the chance anyways knowing they must always get back up and head for the finish line because we know those who run the good race have God himself waiting there at the end.
Regrets, none.
Regrets, none.
Monday, August 24, 2009
It's been a month
Well, a month has passed by and a lot of you have asked me to update the blog since receiving the good news from the doctor. Well, we have been busy with going to Canada with the boys. We had fun fishing and four wheeling. The weather turned great when the boys left I am sorry to say, but I think that they had fun. We got in trouble one night for going on a 53 mile trip that did not get us back to 10:30 at night. And in Canada, when it gets dark, it's really dark. Josh fell asleep about 25 miles from the cabin, so Ron first, then Steve T had to hold him and drive. It makes it hard when the brake is on the left and the throttle on the right, and Josh dead weight. It made things hard. Caleb and Micah rode with me and Ron had Ty. Ken ended up being the one in trouble since it was his idea.
Fishing, Steve T caught the biggest walleye. Of course, he is the one who doesn't particularly care to fish. The boys had their own rods that were purchased, but ended up making their own out of a stick, string, a bobber and a hook. The only one that fell in was Ty. We thought for sure it would be Josh. After the boys left Ken and I fished and we did well. One day I caught 43 trout and Ken caught probably 20. The next time we fished the stream I caught 3 and I think Ken caught 5. The walleye fishing was much better.
The girls took up a motto from a past presidential thing and it fit well. Every time we left the cabin it was "no child left behind." It was too much fun having them along anyways.
Well one of the reasons it really has taken me this long to put something down is that I have several of my friends out there reading this blog who have not been as fortunate as me with their test. I guess I have been feeling a little guilty about me getting a good report and them not. And I have probably become somewhat of a overboard person on healthy eating and what I see as advantages of alternative treatments. I figure God put so many people in my way when I was doing the conventional to change that I almost feel that this is a calling for me. To tell people to take charge of their health care and not go blindly into it. But I also want people to know that everyone is different. Both conventional and alternative medicine can help, it is up to you to do your job in checking it out. There are no silver bullets that cure one disease or another. I look at all the different alternative, their ability to do what they say and what the side effects are. I also read all the labels. Until recently I never read a toothpaste label. Have you? It amazed me that if you swallow more than a toothbrush length of a fluoride toothpaste, they recommend going to a hospital or a poison center. Don't believe me, just read the label. And when you do, keep on reading all the labels.
Well I will end now. Please pray for those out there who are struggling with cancer and not getting results that are positive. Many are taking it in stride, as we all will be with the Lord some day, but pray for a peace and not much pain as they battle on. Thank you all for the prayers you said for me, but now offer it up to my friends who need them more than I do now.
Fishing, Steve T caught the biggest walleye. Of course, he is the one who doesn't particularly care to fish. The boys had their own rods that were purchased, but ended up making their own out of a stick, string, a bobber and a hook. The only one that fell in was Ty. We thought for sure it would be Josh. After the boys left Ken and I fished and we did well. One day I caught 43 trout and Ken caught probably 20. The next time we fished the stream I caught 3 and I think Ken caught 5. The walleye fishing was much better.
The girls took up a motto from a past presidential thing and it fit well. Every time we left the cabin it was "no child left behind." It was too much fun having them along anyways.
Well one of the reasons it really has taken me this long to put something down is that I have several of my friends out there reading this blog who have not been as fortunate as me with their test. I guess I have been feeling a little guilty about me getting a good report and them not. And I have probably become somewhat of a overboard person on healthy eating and what I see as advantages of alternative treatments. I figure God put so many people in my way when I was doing the conventional to change that I almost feel that this is a calling for me. To tell people to take charge of their health care and not go blindly into it. But I also want people to know that everyone is different. Both conventional and alternative medicine can help, it is up to you to do your job in checking it out. There are no silver bullets that cure one disease or another. I look at all the different alternative, their ability to do what they say and what the side effects are. I also read all the labels. Until recently I never read a toothpaste label. Have you? It amazed me that if you swallow more than a toothbrush length of a fluoride toothpaste, they recommend going to a hospital or a poison center. Don't believe me, just read the label. And when you do, keep on reading all the labels.
Well I will end now. Please pray for those out there who are struggling with cancer and not getting results that are positive. Many are taking it in stride, as we all will be with the Lord some day, but pray for a peace and not much pain as they battle on. Thank you all for the prayers you said for me, but now offer it up to my friends who need them more than I do now.
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