Hey, just thought I'd drop in and say hi. Feeling pretty okay. I have a visit with the company shrink on Friday. It's one of those all day affairs and of course it has to be in downtown Houston. No problem I'm totally prepared with a map from google earth, well several maps from my house to the door of the office building, close ups, well more like satallite photographs with the route traced out in purple or is it yellow? I don't remember at this moment. But I'll get there and I'll be there all damn day and then I'll go home and wait to get the call to go back to work.
I wondered today if I'll have to take the physical to be released to work. Usually when someone is off work for a length of time they have to take the physical, I think it's 30 days. I'm not sure I can pass it now. I might pass it but I'll hurt something fierce the next day.
I pretty much hurt most of the time these days. Different things from day to day. Some days it's my back, then it's my wrist, blah , blah etc ad nauseum. I'm not trying to complain just establish a baseline of behaviors and sypmtoms.
I'm 5'1'' tall and weigh in over 220. It might be hard to believe but sharing this personal information is harder then some of the things I have already shared. Sharing those other things really helped me deal with pain of them and I thought that maybe sharing this journey might help me too. So again as I stated in the very begining, It's all about me.
I get winded getting dressed, I hurt when I mop, wash dishes and everything else. Hell, sleeping hurts. I wasn't very active to start with and now I'm not active at all. I eat too much and not very healthy food. I think that establishes the baseline.
I'm not starting this paticular journey for the first time. As with most women or overweight people we have started this journey time after time after time. We have starved ourselves, ate only this and never that. Bought the exercise videos. Lost 10, 20 or more and gained back 20, 30 or more. I have a great collection of videos and DVD's. Tai Chi, Kickboxing, Step, Yoga, Pilates, Kung Fu Step(my personal favorite), I had belly dancing but I gave that to a friend. I have all these things that say Beginner on them, that's crap, it really means if you are already an athelete and you have never done that paticular exercise before.
Anyway I have started by buying real groceries and not eating fast food every night. I am working to reduce my portions. Next in the food department is to cook more healthy food. Not the butter soaked chicken I baked tonight or the smothered pork chops with rice. One step at a time right.
Next, in the exercise department I was trying to think of the best thing to start with that wouldn't be overdoing it. I tried the Walk Away the Pounds and it was too much. I tried Sit and be Fit from PBS and it was too much. So what can be easier than Sit and be Fit? Aquatic Therapy! I'm going to the doctor tomorrow to see if she can precribe the therapy for me.
The start of a new journey, I invite you to come along for the ride.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Kimberley's Spicy Lasagne
This recipe is for the cook who likes to experiment and doesn't need exact amounts for everything. I start with the recipe on the box of noodles and work from there. So here it goes.
1lb of meat- it can be ground whatever or 1pk of Italian sauage(sweet, mild, or hot) I like hot.
3 cups spaghetti sauce-about a 28 ounce jar or 1 can Hunt's spaghetti sauce, I like Hunt's
1 can Rotel tomatoes (optional)
1 1/2 cups water if using uncooked noodles. (It's a royal pain to cook them first)
1 - 15 ounce container of ricotta cheese. Small curd cottage cheese works too but it's not as good.
2 cups (8 ounces) shredded mozzarella cheese
1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese (I like the grated Parmesan and Romano blend)
2 eggs
1/4 cup chopped fresh parsley (I hardly ever use it)
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
9 pieces( 8 ounces of noodles)
Heat oven to 350 F. In a 3qt sauce pan, brown the meat;drain(okay here is where you get creative, If you are using plain ground beef, chicken...etc then spice up the meat. I saute some fresh chopped onion, finely chopped fresh garlic, maybe some green peppers(red and orange peppers are sweeter and taste great)just go crazy, whatever you like. When using spicy Italian sausage I don't add anything to it.
After the meat is drained add the spaghetti sauce to the meat. If you are not going to cook the noodles first then add the 1 1/2 cups water to the sauce. At this point I would add the rotel tomatoes and let the sauce simmer for awhile, 10 minutes minimum but the longer the better. When taste testing the sauce use a piece of French bread, it will give you a better idea of the flavor then tasting off the spoon. If you have time, prepare the sauce the day before, spaghetti sauce always tastes better the next day. If you want more spice, crushed red pepper is a good addition. Any Italian spice blend is always a good choice to add flavor.
Okay the filling is next. In a bowl stir together the ricotta, half the mozzarella, Parmesan(and Romano) cheese, the parsley, eggs and the salt and pepper.
Putting it all together: Pour about 1 cup of sauce on the bottom of a 13x9 inch baking dish. Arrange 3 UNCOOKED noodles lengthwise over the sauce; cover with about 1 cup sauce. Spread one-half the cheese filling over the sauce. Repeat layers of lasagne, sauce and cheese filling. Top with a layer of lasagne and remaining sauce; sprinkle with remaining mozzarella cheese. Cover with foil. Bake for 45 minutes. Remove foil; bake 15 minutes more. Let stand 10 minutes before serving. Adjust the times as needed to make sure the noodles get done. The box says this serves 10-12, but not in my house.
I've reduced everything and made a lovely small lasagne in a bread pan. Perfect for a couple with some leftovers.
I made a tasty vegetarian version by omitting the meat and using onions, garlic, yellow squash, zucchini and green, yellow and red peppers in the sauce. Also rotel tomatoes. I'm told mushrooms are a good addition(yuck). This is where spices are key, so go for it.
Well, I hope you try it and love it. Play with it and have fun. Have it with Garlic bread and a colorful salad and you're set.
1lb of meat- it can be ground whatever or 1pk of Italian sauage(sweet, mild, or hot) I like hot.
3 cups spaghetti sauce-about a 28 ounce jar or 1 can Hunt's spaghetti sauce, I like Hunt's
1 can Rotel tomatoes (optional)
1 1/2 cups water if using uncooked noodles. (It's a royal pain to cook them first)
1 - 15 ounce container of ricotta cheese. Small curd cottage cheese works too but it's not as good.
2 cups (8 ounces) shredded mozzarella cheese
1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese (I like the grated Parmesan and Romano blend)
2 eggs
1/4 cup chopped fresh parsley (I hardly ever use it)
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
9 pieces( 8 ounces of noodles)
Heat oven to 350 F. In a 3qt sauce pan, brown the meat;drain(okay here is where you get creative, If you are using plain ground beef, chicken...etc then spice up the meat. I saute some fresh chopped onion, finely chopped fresh garlic, maybe some green peppers(red and orange peppers are sweeter and taste great)just go crazy, whatever you like. When using spicy Italian sausage I don't add anything to it.
After the meat is drained add the spaghetti sauce to the meat. If you are not going to cook the noodles first then add the 1 1/2 cups water to the sauce. At this point I would add the rotel tomatoes and let the sauce simmer for awhile, 10 minutes minimum but the longer the better. When taste testing the sauce use a piece of French bread, it will give you a better idea of the flavor then tasting off the spoon. If you have time, prepare the sauce the day before, spaghetti sauce always tastes better the next day. If you want more spice, crushed red pepper is a good addition. Any Italian spice blend is always a good choice to add flavor.
Okay the filling is next. In a bowl stir together the ricotta, half the mozzarella, Parmesan(and Romano) cheese, the parsley, eggs and the salt and pepper.
Putting it all together: Pour about 1 cup of sauce on the bottom of a 13x9 inch baking dish. Arrange 3 UNCOOKED noodles lengthwise over the sauce; cover with about 1 cup sauce. Spread one-half the cheese filling over the sauce. Repeat layers of lasagne, sauce and cheese filling. Top with a layer of lasagne and remaining sauce; sprinkle with remaining mozzarella cheese. Cover with foil. Bake for 45 minutes. Remove foil; bake 15 minutes more. Let stand 10 minutes before serving. Adjust the times as needed to make sure the noodles get done. The box says this serves 10-12, but not in my house.
I've reduced everything and made a lovely small lasagne in a bread pan. Perfect for a couple with some leftovers.
I made a tasty vegetarian version by omitting the meat and using onions, garlic, yellow squash, zucchini and green, yellow and red peppers in the sauce. Also rotel tomatoes. I'm told mushrooms are a good addition(yuck). This is where spices are key, so go for it.
Well, I hope you try it and love it. Play with it and have fun. Have it with Garlic bread and a colorful salad and you're set.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Friday, August 18, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
My Aunt, My Angel
I first met my aunt Gaye when I was almost thirteen. My mother was dying of cancer and when all this family started showing up out of nowhere, there she was. I knew mom's other two sisters, my brother and I had spent summers at their houses with our cousins. I didn't even know aunt Gaye existed, mom had never mentioned her.
The first thing she did is take my brother and I away from the craziness for a little while. She had this big van and my cousins, my brother and myself went on a road trip to the Alamo. It was a fun time.
I didn't see my aunt after that until I ran away from home. My aunt was the daughter of my grandpas late wife from her first marriage and he disliked my aunt intensely for that.
I was a sophmore when I ran away. I was living in Oklahoma with my grandpa and his second wife. There was always contention in the house, my grandpa and his wife only stayed together because I lived there. I took off with two guys I didn't know, thinking they were taking me to California to find my birth dad. Imagine my surprise when I ended up at a stippers house in Iowa in the middle of the night. I stayed with that lady for two months before I called the runaway hotline. I said I would come home if my grandpa let me talk to my dad. I was able to talk to my dad's parents and that was close enough for the moment. I'm not sure how it came about but my aunt Gaye drove from the Rio Grande Valley to Iowa to pick me up, she said she got her first speeding ticket ever on that trip. She took me back to the Valley to finish off the school year. For reasons I don't want to share right now I chose to go back to my grandparents for my junior year.
I got pregnant that year, I was 16. I ended up at my dad's, a person I had never even laid eyes on. I finished out my junior year, had my son and stalled out. I'm not even sure how many months my son was when my postpartum depression kicked in, maybe 4 or 5, I'm not really sure. I remember a moment when my son was crying and crying, he was sitting in his car seat. I couldn't get him to be quiet, I changed him, I tried to feed him and he wouldn't eat. I snapped and started screaming at him I felt this rage building up inside me. I threw the glass baby bottle against the wall behind him and it shattered. Glass flew everywhere and I stopped suddenly and wondered what the hell was I doing. I checked my son for glass and he didn't catch any, but I was freaked out that I could feel that way, so much rage directed at my son and I was afraid I might hurt him.
Back to my aunt Gaye. I visited her with my son, I think it was Christmas. I told her that I thought that I should give my son up for adoption before I really hurt him. She and Pop(my uncle) decided to take guardianship of him and I was spared the thought that I might never see my son again.
I went to back Cali and then for reasons I don't remember I ended up back in the Valley at my aunts place. It was heart breaking, she said I could stay there but I had to stay in the trailer out back. My son was calling her mom and I was introduced to him as mother. Oh it hurt so bad to hear him calling her mom. Again for reasons I can't remember I ended up back in Cali, I was probably misbehaving. I think that was the time I was having sex with most of my coworkers at Wendy's.
I missed my son and shortly after moving back to Cali I asked for him back. I know now how painful that must have for my aunt. She gave him back and everyone else there hated me for it. I think my son had recently turned two.
Between age 2 and the start of kindergarten my son was put through all my mistakes. Drugs, violent boyfriend, living in a homeless shelter, moving around from house to house and wearing out my welcome. My aunt my angel aunt came to visit us and she found me "looking like death" she said. She told me I could come home but...I had to clean up my act. She said she would put me through school and I wouldn't have to work, all I had to do was focus on school. I did that and got a great job after graduation that I have had now for 16 years.
In 1995 I was baptised to the Mormon church. A lot of people have trouble with non-member relatives, some even get disowned by their parents and siblings. I wasn't sure how my family would take it but everyone was great. My aunt told some traveling buddies of hers of my conversion and they had negative things to say but she told them " I don't care what people say, that girl has found Jesus". She told she had been on her knees for me for a long time. I didn't know what to say, to know that she was praying on my behalf means everything to me.
It doesn't end there. When my son was fourteen I was in a bad marriage. My son and my husband had an explosive relationship and my son went to my aunt's to live. He didn't come home until after he graduated high school and my aunt wouldn't put up with his bull anymore. And even now, while she is sick and doesn't know whats wrong, she sends my son money for college.
She has been so much more than an aunt to me. She has been my mother, my confidant, my savior. I hearby nominate her for sainthood.
The first thing she did is take my brother and I away from the craziness for a little while. She had this big van and my cousins, my brother and myself went on a road trip to the Alamo. It was a fun time.
I didn't see my aunt after that until I ran away from home. My aunt was the daughter of my grandpas late wife from her first marriage and he disliked my aunt intensely for that.
I was a sophmore when I ran away. I was living in Oklahoma with my grandpa and his second wife. There was always contention in the house, my grandpa and his wife only stayed together because I lived there. I took off with two guys I didn't know, thinking they were taking me to California to find my birth dad. Imagine my surprise when I ended up at a stippers house in Iowa in the middle of the night. I stayed with that lady for two months before I called the runaway hotline. I said I would come home if my grandpa let me talk to my dad. I was able to talk to my dad's parents and that was close enough for the moment. I'm not sure how it came about but my aunt Gaye drove from the Rio Grande Valley to Iowa to pick me up, she said she got her first speeding ticket ever on that trip. She took me back to the Valley to finish off the school year. For reasons I don't want to share right now I chose to go back to my grandparents for my junior year.
I got pregnant that year, I was 16. I ended up at my dad's, a person I had never even laid eyes on. I finished out my junior year, had my son and stalled out. I'm not even sure how many months my son was when my postpartum depression kicked in, maybe 4 or 5, I'm not really sure. I remember a moment when my son was crying and crying, he was sitting in his car seat. I couldn't get him to be quiet, I changed him, I tried to feed him and he wouldn't eat. I snapped and started screaming at him I felt this rage building up inside me. I threw the glass baby bottle against the wall behind him and it shattered. Glass flew everywhere and I stopped suddenly and wondered what the hell was I doing. I checked my son for glass and he didn't catch any, but I was freaked out that I could feel that way, so much rage directed at my son and I was afraid I might hurt him.
Back to my aunt Gaye. I visited her with my son, I think it was Christmas. I told her that I thought that I should give my son up for adoption before I really hurt him. She and Pop(my uncle) decided to take guardianship of him and I was spared the thought that I might never see my son again.
I went to back Cali and then for reasons I don't remember I ended up back in the Valley at my aunts place. It was heart breaking, she said I could stay there but I had to stay in the trailer out back. My son was calling her mom and I was introduced to him as mother. Oh it hurt so bad to hear him calling her mom. Again for reasons I can't remember I ended up back in Cali, I was probably misbehaving. I think that was the time I was having sex with most of my coworkers at Wendy's.
I missed my son and shortly after moving back to Cali I asked for him back. I know now how painful that must have for my aunt. She gave him back and everyone else there hated me for it. I think my son had recently turned two.
Between age 2 and the start of kindergarten my son was put through all my mistakes. Drugs, violent boyfriend, living in a homeless shelter, moving around from house to house and wearing out my welcome. My aunt my angel aunt came to visit us and she found me "looking like death" she said. She told me I could come home but...I had to clean up my act. She said she would put me through school and I wouldn't have to work, all I had to do was focus on school. I did that and got a great job after graduation that I have had now for 16 years.
In 1995 I was baptised to the Mormon church. A lot of people have trouble with non-member relatives, some even get disowned by their parents and siblings. I wasn't sure how my family would take it but everyone was great. My aunt told some traveling buddies of hers of my conversion and they had negative things to say but she told them " I don't care what people say, that girl has found Jesus". She told she had been on her knees for me for a long time. I didn't know what to say, to know that she was praying on my behalf means everything to me.
It doesn't end there. When my son was fourteen I was in a bad marriage. My son and my husband had an explosive relationship and my son went to my aunt's to live. He didn't come home until after he graduated high school and my aunt wouldn't put up with his bull anymore. And even now, while she is sick and doesn't know whats wrong, she sends my son money for college.
She has been so much more than an aunt to me. She has been my mother, my confidant, my savior. I hearby nominate her for sainthood.
Monday, August 14, 2006
I deleted some blog entries
I deleted some entries today. Mostly the ones about the traumatic experiences in my life. The main goal of this blog was to express those experiences and hopefully get some healing from that. I believe that goal has been met.
I never imagined all the positive feedback I would get. I wonder if it was the the experiences themselves or the way I wrote them. I thought I might try my hand at some fiction.
I left most of the bipolar updates for both my coworkers and those who might be helped with their own illness or that of a family member.
And I left the spiritual stuff because when I read it again it lifts me up.
I think I want to add recipe's and some photo's that I've taken and I still need to write about my aunt who has been my angel. Oh yeah and why the turtle means so much to me.
I never imagined all the positive feedback I would get. I wonder if it was the the experiences themselves or the way I wrote them. I thought I might try my hand at some fiction.
I left most of the bipolar updates for both my coworkers and those who might be helped with their own illness or that of a family member.
And I left the spiritual stuff because when I read it again it lifts me up.
I think I want to add recipe's and some photo's that I've taken and I still need to write about my aunt who has been my angel. Oh yeah and why the turtle means so much to me.
Check it out I'm in the news
http://www.mg.co.za/articlePage.aspx?articleid=280760&area=/breaking_news/other_news/
It's an article about sho()ot my blog and my picture is mentioned and my blog too. So cool.
It's an article about sho()ot my blog and my picture is mentioned and my blog too. So cool.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
8/10 doc update
Well doc gave the greenlight to go to work on Monday but I figured I'd have to jump through some kind of hoop. I wasn't wrong, the human resources rep from the plant called and said I have to be evaluated by the company shrink but the earliest she can see me is Sept. 1st.. So at least 3 more weeks of no shift differential or overtime pay. I also got turned down for a loan from my bank. I need it to get caught up on my mortgage and medical bills, here's the kicker I got turned down because I'm behind on my mortgage. I do have the opportunity to appeal so I'm gonna do that.
Funny before the HR rep called I was thinking of the things I could have done while I was off like get a tan or loose a few lbs. So look out, when I get back you won't even recognize me.
Funny before the HR rep called I was thinking of the things I could have done while I was off like get a tan or loose a few lbs. So look out, when I get back you won't even recognize me.
Monday, August 07, 2006
I wonder what I'll be like when I'm 80
A pretty good day Monday. I got a lot of errands run without feeling all stressed. Got blood drawn for Li levels and saw my therapist. Talked about Friday and the weekend. I see my psychiatrist on Wednesday. I hope she lets me go back to work. I think I'm ready now.
I asked my therapist how do I know which me is the real me. I sometimes feel like I have multiple personalities. When my chemistry gets out of whack I feel like I'm on the outside watching myself do things I don't want to do. The last few days though I've felt more in control than I have the last couple of months. I feel confidant I am leveling out now.
I'm trying to remember how I was when I was a kid. One family member says I was mean, one says I was hyper. I have a report card that says I'm shy and don't work to my full potential. My brother says when excitement of some kind would happen that I'd go hide. I do remember in Junior High that I lied a lot. I was afraid to raise my hand and have the wrong answer and look stupid. I used to think that I was abnormal, but I've learned that I'm not. Now I'm not mean and I do my best to be honest. I don't have any problems asking questions or providing input. I do think that when stuff happens I still try to hide. I know I'm not stupid but I think sometimes I still work beneath my potential. I learned that I can make people laugh and I love that. I'm thinking that my greatest weakness right now is facing confrontation, I hate it. I always get overly emotional and defensive. So something to work on I guess. Oh and asking for help that just breaks my heart to have to do that. Another thing to work on.
So what's the conclusion? I'm just a regular person living an interesting life and learning as I go along. People change and grow over time. I wonder what I'll be like when I'm 80.
I asked my therapist how do I know which me is the real me. I sometimes feel like I have multiple personalities. When my chemistry gets out of whack I feel like I'm on the outside watching myself do things I don't want to do. The last few days though I've felt more in control than I have the last couple of months. I feel confidant I am leveling out now.
I'm trying to remember how I was when I was a kid. One family member says I was mean, one says I was hyper. I have a report card that says I'm shy and don't work to my full potential. My brother says when excitement of some kind would happen that I'd go hide. I do remember in Junior High that I lied a lot. I was afraid to raise my hand and have the wrong answer and look stupid. I used to think that I was abnormal, but I've learned that I'm not. Now I'm not mean and I do my best to be honest. I don't have any problems asking questions or providing input. I do think that when stuff happens I still try to hide. I know I'm not stupid but I think sometimes I still work beneath my potential. I learned that I can make people laugh and I love that. I'm thinking that my greatest weakness right now is facing confrontation, I hate it. I always get overly emotional and defensive. So something to work on I guess. Oh and asking for help that just breaks my heart to have to do that. Another thing to work on.
So what's the conclusion? I'm just a regular person living an interesting life and learning as I go along. People change and grow over time. I wonder what I'll be like when I'm 80.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Fast Sunday
My day yesterday only got more interesting. I felt pretty good (normal? What is that?). I meant to go to bed early so I wouldn't be tired and talk myself out of going to church but I was still up at about midnight when the power went out in my neighborhood. I have plenty of flashlights and candles so I was good there. I went out and chatted with the neighbors and they didn't know anything about why the power was out. There was a strong-ish wind and some lightning but nothing that seemed major.
I unplugged everything in the house and turned off the AC. I sat on the couch and it was quiet. It was so quiet, no TV, no computers, no fridge, no fans, nothing. That kind of quiet is so loud, ya know? I didn't want to go to sleep, I was afraid I wouldn't wake up in time for church. So I'm lookin' at the cat, what do we do now? I saw my scriptures open over by the computer from earlier and was prompted to read. I got them, sat on the couch and started to read. At first I couldn't concentrate it was too quiet so I read aloud, it seemed so loud the sound of my voice in the silence. I just read at random, first picking some scriptures that have a lot of meaning for me and then just flipping through reading here and there. I think the power was out a little over an hour. I got the clock plugged in and prepared for bed. I knelt to thank my Heavenly Father for that day and felt his love so strong as to be overwhelming. He confirmed in my mind that I needed to be at church and share my testimony. I can't fully express the emotions of that experience.
It seemed to take forever for me to fall asleep but I did just in time for the alarm blah blah.
Sometimes when I go to church I get a little overwhelmed at how many people are there and I get a little anxious. I felt pretty good this morning, hugged and shook hands and smiled and said hi. I saw my ex husbands mother and we sat together and visited a bit.
The drill at church goes as follows. A member of the bishopric gets up and says a few words, we have an opening prayer by a member and we sing a hymn. The bishopric says a few more words and we sing the sacrament hymn and the sacrament is blessed and passed. Then on fast Sunday (the first Sunday of the month) the members are given the rest of the hour to stand and share their testimony if they wish to. I wish I could share them all with you. I can only say that there are no coincidences and that I know I was meant to be there to hear what I heard and to share my testimony as well. At the close of the meeting we sing another hymn and a closing prayer is offered by a member of the church.
I have to mention this because it was just to cute and because I can make a short story long if I want too. My friend Tammy has a little girl who has downs syndrome and she is just the most beautiful handful you ever saw. I was sitting a few rows back from them and when we were singing the hymns I could hear her sweet voice above the others, she had her own words and she followed the melody about a beat behind but it was still the sweetest song in the room. Who can be anxious?
I unplugged everything in the house and turned off the AC. I sat on the couch and it was quiet. It was so quiet, no TV, no computers, no fridge, no fans, nothing. That kind of quiet is so loud, ya know? I didn't want to go to sleep, I was afraid I wouldn't wake up in time for church. So I'm lookin' at the cat, what do we do now? I saw my scriptures open over by the computer from earlier and was prompted to read. I got them, sat on the couch and started to read. At first I couldn't concentrate it was too quiet so I read aloud, it seemed so loud the sound of my voice in the silence. I just read at random, first picking some scriptures that have a lot of meaning for me and then just flipping through reading here and there. I think the power was out a little over an hour. I got the clock plugged in and prepared for bed. I knelt to thank my Heavenly Father for that day and felt his love so strong as to be overwhelming. He confirmed in my mind that I needed to be at church and share my testimony. I can't fully express the emotions of that experience.
It seemed to take forever for me to fall asleep but I did just in time for the alarm blah blah.
Sometimes when I go to church I get a little overwhelmed at how many people are there and I get a little anxious. I felt pretty good this morning, hugged and shook hands and smiled and said hi. I saw my ex husbands mother and we sat together and visited a bit.
The drill at church goes as follows. A member of the bishopric gets up and says a few words, we have an opening prayer by a member and we sing a hymn. The bishopric says a few more words and we sing the sacrament hymn and the sacrament is blessed and passed. Then on fast Sunday (the first Sunday of the month) the members are given the rest of the hour to stand and share their testimony if they wish to. I wish I could share them all with you. I can only say that there are no coincidences and that I know I was meant to be there to hear what I heard and to share my testimony as well. At the close of the meeting we sing another hymn and a closing prayer is offered by a member of the church.
I have to mention this because it was just to cute and because I can make a short story long if I want too. My friend Tammy has a little girl who has downs syndrome and she is just the most beautiful handful you ever saw. I was sitting a few rows back from them and when we were singing the hymns I could hear her sweet voice above the others, she had her own words and she followed the melody about a beat behind but it was still the sweetest song in the room. Who can be anxious?
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
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