Patty has just come home from the hospital, where her mammogram showed nothing untoward, nothing to be afraid of. So my blood pressure can start coming back down.
Thank you, Lord Jesus, and thanks to all of you out there who prayed for us.
It’s a dangerous world, and we all need God’s protection. It never hurts to ask Him for it.
Thank you all for your prayers on behalf of our cat, Peep.
The vet called with the blood work results today, and Peep is basically all right, except her kidney numbers are moving into the high end of “normal,” necessitating an ounce of prevention. We’re going to try Vitamin D, recommended by the doctor. This shouldn’t be too hard to manage.
We still suspect that our cats’ food might be a trifle too salty, but haven’t decided what to do about it. Something in the formula might have changed, maybe accidentally. But at least there’s nothing wrong with either Peep or Robbie.
Thanks again for your prayers.
It has now been a couple of months since my wife started going to different doctors and using a prescribed inhaler each day. What a difference!
I want to thank all of you who prayed for us. God has heard our prayers and shed His grace on us. Yes, He used doctors and medicine to get it done. But all healing ultimately comes from the Lord. All of it.
Now that she can breathe normally, much of Patty’s life has returned to normal. She still has a couple of years’ worth of bad sleep to catch up on, but the difference between then and now is eye-opening.
Again, thanks, everybody. We ought to pray for one another every day. Because God hears our prayers. Amen.
(P.S.–The pelican was a very early Christian symbol. I remember that, whenever I see one.)
Enough of nooze, enough of politics: let’s look at some of God’s stuff instead. In this case, I only have to look out my living room window.
Because my wife has been so sick–she’s getting better now, praise God: and thank you all for your prayers, the Lord has heard them–we didn’t have a garden this year. We let our little garden plot grow wild, and by the end of the summer, had a lush growth of wonderful little white flowers. Queen Anne’s lace, they’re called.
And the bees just love ’em! Early in the morning, the bumblebees are already at work. Then come the little native bees. And a little later, hallelujah–honeybees!
We hear that honeybees are in trouble everywhere–disease and habitat destruction being the chief culprits. For a while there we weren’t seeing any honeybees at all. But wherever their hive is (we don’t know), the tiny white flowers of the Queen Anne’s Lace are bringing them here. Once the day warms up a little, we’ve always got honeybees. And it pleases us to think we’ve got something that they like–flowers that we never planted, but that God has provided.
Thank you for that, O Father!
Roll out the barrel, strike up the band, let’s celebrate!
On Monday my wife got an inhaler. Now it’s Friday, and she’s on Cloud 9 because her most pressing problem, chronic shortness of breath, has been dramatically alleviated. She has other medical difficulties that need seeing to, but this was the worst of them and it’s getting better. As an experiment, she went grocery-shopping with me today and sailed right through it.
Are we ever happy about that!
Thank you all for your prayers on our behalf: and thank the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost for hearing them and coming to our aid (I made sure to ask all Three!–although I haven’t forgotten that they’re One).
I’m hurrying to get this posted before Joshua goes to bed. I don’t know what time it is in Japan, but it’s either very late or very early. Oh, well, he can see it when he gets up again: Blessed Assurance, sung by Alan Jackson.
And on top of it, we’ve got some good news–an answered prayer.
On May 5 Joshua asked us to pray for his grandmother and aunt in Japan, who had heard of the Gospel but not yet received it. Today Joshua reports that both are now reading the Gospel of John–and may the Holy Spirit speak to them! In Jesus’ name, Amen.
I’m happy to report that my sister Alice made it safely through the last four weeks of that crazy stupid job that was killing her, and is now free. Falling asleep behind the wheel of her car, and getting awakened and warned by a police officer, convinced her that she had to cut herself loose. “It was the Holy Spirit warning me,” she said.
I thank all of you who prayed for her. I thank the Lord for getting her out of there before those 20-hour days destroyed her. Falling asleep while driving on the highway–that could have killed somebody else, too. Anyway, He brought her through it and now she’s safe.
Thank you, Father: we know you hear our prayers.
The lesson: keep on praying.
Thanks to all of you who joined in prayer for my sister, Alice, who has been working a job that featured 20-hour days several times a week and was, in my opinion, killing her. She has submitted her resignation. Thank you, Father!
She finally heard the alarm bells go off when she fell asleep behind the wheel of her car and was warned by a police officer. No harm done, but it wasn’t the sort of thing one can ignore.
She has four weeks to go before her resignation takes effect. Please ask the Lord to keep her safe. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
We heard from Linda Sorci last night: she’s home from the hospital, so we know the Lord has heard our prayers. She’s not out of the woods, but she is out of the hospital. We might be hearing from her later today. And that’s all the details I can give you, so far.
We thank you, Father, for your mercy. Our fellowship is small: we crave your protection. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
One of my Pogo friends, “TeddyKiara,” wants to see a picture of Robbie, so here she is. I believe this picture made it into the almanac, some years ago.
I’m happy to report that our prayers for Robbie have been granted by our loving God, and now that she’s got her thyroid cream working, she’s altogether back to normal and has put back on that weight she lost. Whew! This summer, she was just a little bag of bones.
Her sister, Peep, is doing fine. Now if only they’d stop fighting with each other…