I had my colonoscopy today. Suffice it to say I received bad news. Abdominal surgery is in my not-too-distant future.
There’s nothing for me to do but to ask for your prayers.
As for my work, I’ll keep at it for as long as I can.
I had my colonoscopy today. Suffice it to say I received bad news. Abdominal surgery is in my not-too-distant future.
There’s nothing for me to do but to ask for your prayers.
As for my work, I’ll keep at it for as long as I can.
Please join in prayer for our dear friend and sister, Erlene, who is not feeling well today. Meanwhile, she has requested this hymn: I Surrender All, by Carroll Roberson. Please, Lord, refresh her spirit, give her strength. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
I don’t know whether I’ll be here tomorrow. I’ll be facing a–let’s call it “a medical challenge”–at the crack of dawn and I don’t know what comes afterward. I could get really bad news.
And I’m still grieving my cat. I miss her so bad.
But anyway, here’s a lovely hymn, well worth sharing–He Who Would Valiant Be, sung by the Wallingford Parish Church choir, with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra.
Your prayer will be most welcome.
Has our country ever needed saving more than now? Has it ever needed Jesus more than now?
Democrats have reached the point where they will kill to stay in power. God’s sovereign grace preserved President Trump’s life yesterday. And we need you, Lord, to preserve our country.
God deliver us out of the hands of the wicked. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

We were all set to rush Robbie off to the vet’s again this morning, but then Patty changed her mind and canceled. What was the point? We had a solid week of veterinary care, and nothing got any better.
This poor cat. We don’t want to keep stressing her out. There was much too much of that during the week. I see that now. We wish we’d seen it sooner.
She’s totally stopped eating, and it doesn’t look good.
Any prayers you have for us will be appreciated.

I think I’m too tired now to go to sleep.
Robbie has stopped eating: emergency visit to the vet tomorrow.
Physical therapy this morning. Not as easy as it looks: my hip is a mess.
Work for an hour on Ozias, Prince Enthroned. It isn’t going to write itself. Meanwhile, it’s getting very hot outside.
Last-ditch effort: a trip to the health food store (just try to find a parking space!) to buy tuna in spring water–maybe Robbie will eat some of that. Prayers all day long.
Thank you all for your prayers. We need ’em.

I went out and got my arthritis medicine today, but my wife and my sister (a nurse practitioner) say it’s bad medicine, risky, etc.–so now what?
A few of you have been kind enough to suggest tart cherry as a remedy. Well, why not? Lately my life has not been a bowl of cherries.
So I’ll try the tart cherry. I haven’t read of any risk factors that ought to concern me.
Some prayers on my behalf should help, too.

Robbie in her younger days
We had a scare here this morning: our cat, Robbie (18 years old) had a sudden seizure or spasm, I don’t know which, in the living room. No, this wasn’t nice! But it has happened once before, and lasted only a few minutes once I could comfort her; and that’s what happened this time.
Some weeks ago she had blood tests, X-rays, the whole kaboodle–and no bad news out of any of them. So we don’t know what’s what.
Meanwhile, there’s my leg and hip and Patty’s COPD: our little household needs prayer and plenty of it.
Everything’s quieted down now. Back to work.
No one’s been with this blog longer than Erlene, and she needs our prayers today: “Extreme migraine headache,” she tells us.
Please join me in prayer:
Dear Lord our God, in Jesus’ name and by the power of Jesus’ name, please, Lord, be swift to aid your servant, Erlene Talbott–restore her health and take away her pain. We love her, and we need her in our fellowship. In Jesus’ name, Amen!