Avalanche Area Do Not Stop (part two)

In our life there are times that are like driving through the Rockie Mountains on winter roads. Poor visibility and lurking danger. Intense times of uncertainty and questioning. At those times, when it seems too difficult to press on, when inwardly I am desperate and feel I do not have the fortitude to move forward and all I want to do is pause or perhaps quit. But the Lord has a road sign that reads ..."Avalanche area do not stop" I must press on. Sigh. I must trust that this directional sign is for my good. There is more danger if I stop... I must keep going no matter how slow the pace. And then, and then there is the euphoric rush when I have made it through the pass, gone further then I thought possible, and I am on the other side...thanking God!

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Avalache Area Do Not Stop

When i pulled out of Gplden the roads looked clear but in just 10 short min that all changed. The visibility dropped drastically and the snow blinded my wind shield. I sighed and clenched the wheel. I did not want to drive on these wintery roads and mt shoulders rose slightly and my back stiffened, I whispered a prayer and clung to the wheel of the car praying for safety. God has been good and now I am safely home and very,very blessed.

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He will Always be my Little Brother

Tonight I fell on my knees beside my bed to petition the Lord, once again on behalf of Marty. Being as I am a visual person...in my minds eye I could picture him lying in the hospital bed, the eight medication bags hanging from chrome hooks on tall stands  to my left, and the connecting tubes running to Marts jugular on the right side of his throat. His dark, wavy, silver threaded hair, drenched from the perspiration as he rested unconsciously against the bleached white pillows. His arms and shoulders propped up with towels his daughter rolled and tenderly tucked around him for comfort. His month gaped open with white adhesive strapped across three tubes, adhering them to his beard and upper lip, which was blistered with dried blood. The large tube wedged between his lips was the respirator and it had a vacuum cleaner like hose that billowed gently in and out with each life sustaining breath. Then there was the small one with the cream colored "liquid dinner' going straight to his stomach... and the third, the ugliest, was sucking the poison from his lungs and filling the clear glass bottles, tucked behind the humming and colorfully blinking machines, filling up with gross brownish blood-stained gunk from his lungs... I think.
It hurt as I prayed...then the transformation happened. I saw him as this delightful little boy, his eyes were dancing with life and mischief, he was smiling..and laughting I saw him as "my little brother" and I wanted to hold him, protect him and most of all I was over whelmed with a strong, powerful love for him. With those wonderful pictures I forged into the realm of supernatural prayer, I entered the courts of the Lord as a warrior, a big sister doing battle, relentless battle and so I continue...I had to get up and come into my office and type this, it is so real tonight. I feel a sense, like when I was there in his room, and now over 1000 miles away I pray...and the miles evaporate. The spirit know no distance no barriors...and I thank God for this miracle.

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He will Always be ...my Little Brother

Tonight I fell on my knees beside my bed to petition the Lord, once again on behalf of Marty. Being as I am a visual person...in my minds eye I could picture him lying in the hospital bed, the eight medication bags hanging from chrome hooks on tall stands  to my left, and the connecting tubes running to Marts jugular on the right side of his throat. His dark, wavy, silver threaded hair, drenched from the perspiration as he rested unconsciously against the bleached white pillows. His arms and shoulders propped up with towels his daughter rolled and tenderly tucked around him for comfort. His month gaped open with white adhesive strapped across three tubes, adhering them to his beard and upper lip, which was blistered with dried blood. The large tube wedged between his lips was the respirator and it had a vacuum cleaner like hose that billowed gently in and out with each life sustaining breath. Then there was the small one with the cream colored "liquid dinner' going straight to his stomach... and the third, the ugliest, was sucking the poison from his lungs and filling the clear glass bottles, tucked behind the humming and colorfully blinking machines, filling up with gross brownish blood-stained gunk from his lungs... I think.
It hurt as I prayed...then the transformation happened. I saw him as this delightful little boy, his eyes were dancing with life and mischief, he was smiling..and laughting I saw him as "my little brother" and I wanted to hold him, protect him and most of all I was over whelmed with a strong, powerful love for him. With those wonderful pictures I forged into the realm of supernatural prayer, I entered the courts of the Lord as a warrior, a big sister doing battle, relentless battle and so I continue...I had to get up and come into my office and type this, it is so real tonight. I feel a sense, like when I was there in his room, and now over 1000 miles away I pray...and the miles evaporate. The spirit know no distance no barriors...and I thank God for this miracle.

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Every day Crystal

This is a continuation of the Fine China...

I will use crystal glasses every day.

I'll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if I feel like.

I won't save my special perfume for special occasions, I use it whenever I want to.

The words 'Someday...' and ' One Day...' are fading away from my dictionary.

If it's worth seeing, listening to or doing, I want to see, listen or do it... now!!

My niece Nikki sent this to me today (part of a much longer e mail) and I love it. Smile. In just a minute I am going to leave my computer to change into my Sunday clothes, put on my gold heirloom necklace from my mom, and splash on the exquisite perfume gift that I have been using sparingly, for special occasions. Sigh. Just thinking about it makes my heart skip. And then I will go and sip a glass of Mona Vie from my crystal goblet. Let this be a new beginning...that I would live each day as not just saying... "I am blessed and highly favored" but living it out. Big smile. I shall walk my talk. How about you? Any changes in sight?

Fine China..mine is Royal Albert Celebration

My friend Daryl told the story about a mother who used her fine china every day. His illustration included how one day that mother became a grandma and shared with her grand daughter why some of her china had chips and one plate in particular had been broken to pieces and the salvage was glued back together. It happened when the little girls mother was 7 years of age and was so excited because guests were coming to see her new baby brother, she dropped the plate! Together,mother and daughter, with painstaking effort, patch the plate like gluing a puzzle. The beauty in this scenario was that the mother never "lost her temper" but focused on the "journey of repairing it" and now with the precious memory of that journey, she held the treasured... fractured and mended plate and recited the story to her grand child. The morale of the story is that I will continue to use my 'inherited china', every day. But I still display it in the cabinet where Mom kept it locked up for years. I think she is applauding my transitioning her china...to my daily dishes.

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Head lines; Americans Come to Canada for Wedding Officated by a Dummie

It was such a great wedding, I was thinking it was going to be too much of a stretch for me...to do it with a vent figure and all...but it went VERY well. Christine, the bride, lost two husbands to cancer and she wanted a "light hearted" wedding ceremony. Both her and David, the groom, have a great sense of humor so I reluctantly agreed to comply with their wishes. And what a marvelous and extraordinary wedding it was ...and oh sooo much fun!
Butch and I stood in our tuxedo's (did you see a photo?) it was on the front page of the Vancouver Sun, Wednesday Sept 16, and that is what initiated the media stir... the Globe and Mail called as well as the New York times. It was on the news too (City TV, CBC and Global) I wore 3 mics so that every one could film it. Big smile. We will soon have it on youtube.
The wedding began with me extending a warm welcome to the guests (most had traveled from the States) and then prepare them for a "unique and joyful" wedding. Including a chat about how Jesus did his first miracle at a wedding and that wine represents "joy" and that Jesus was today looking down with great joy at the wedding of David and Christine...and perhaps he may even be laughing along with us.
 Then turning to Butch I inquired "I believe you were in charge of arranging the music?" Butch pulls out a card from his vest pocket and the brides maid (Laura Lynn Tyler Thompson, a comedian herself) opened it and held it to the mic, the card plays the wedding march and in came the bride on the arm of a friend...the ceremony continued. Butch banters a little and then when they say "I do" he says "I couldn't hear you" and he asks the groom repeats it louder, and then for the bride, because she had declined for 5 years to marry David, Butch had her say"I do" five times! It was priceless. In conclusion Butch had some interactive audience banter and then asked every one present to say "they do"!! People were shouting and laughing and it was great.
Next came the exchanging of the rings and the ring bearer, Butch, pulls out a ring, a gaudy 5" plastic diamond and announced that he took the ring the bride had entrusted to him to a local  Pawn shop and "exchanged" it for the "bigger rock". Little chuckles. Then after a struggle and search of his many pockets we find the right ring. Next comes a 'bright red flashing ring"...the grooms ring for the bride and again we have a few laughs and then Butch finds the authentic ring. The exchange was sweet and more serious but immediately followed by more kibitzing. Then the more serious vows, Butch read I Corinthians 13, the verses on love, and I prayed a very touching serious prayer. In closing I introduced the newly married couple and said "what God has joined together let no man divide". And the brides maid said "or dummy" There was also a light hearted response when I said "It gives me great pleasure to introduce Dr David Balsger and Dr Christine strong, husband and wife, under the autority of God, and the Province of British Columbia, Canada...Butch added "and the International Association of Marriage by Dummies". Concluding with hilarious laughter, whistles, cheers and lots and lots of bubbles. Big smile. It was quite the celebration!