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Thursday, November 29, 2007

Walking Him Home


Then He said to her, "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace." (Luke 8:48)


The phone rang early in the morning the other day and on the other end was a desperate cry, “Will you come and check our daddy?” I had been working closely with this family. They were a very private family and did not allow too many people into their home. So instead of calling the on call nurse I said, “Sure, I will be right there.”

As always, I started praying on my way to their home for the family and the patient. I prayed for God’s strength in what we were about to face as only God knew.


When I arrived, my patient was struggling with each breath he took. I checked his vital signs. I could not find a pulse or a blood pressure but he was still alive. So I told the youngest daughter what was going on and asked her if she had told her daddy it was ok to “go Home – to Heaven?” She said she had. So I asked her if her older sister who was currently resting had given her dad permission to go. The youngest daughter said, “No, she hasn’t” and gave a look as if she might not be able to.


I walked into the room where the oldest daughter was napping and sat down next to her waking her up. I told her what was going on with her dad and that what I was about to ask her would be one of the hardest things she would ever have to do. I told her that her dad was hanging on for her and he needed her permission “to go.”


Through the tears of compassionate love and understanding, she finally agreed to tell him he could go. I told her that I would be there with her and her sister but that God would be her strength.


She started out slow at first as her voice was very shaky. But soon she had such confidence as evident that God stood by their side for the words flowed from their mouths, “Dad, its ok for you to go where you can breathe again, go to the Light as we will be ok. They have beautiful grass that you can cut once again, go dad and cut the grass. We will be o.k. We will see you again. We love you.”


And as these words were said, their daddy slowly and peacefully took his last breaths. He quit struggling with his breathing. The transition into eternity was one of incredible peace. They held their daddy’s hand and talked to him. He gently walked into the gates of Heaven.


I said to his daughters, “You have just walked your daddy into the arms of Jesus.”


They turned to me and said, “We did, didn’t we?”


They wanted their daddy healed…….


He is now completely and totally healed…



Living the Supernatural,

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Let The Season Begin





It's been slow going as far as getting into the Christmas spirit...so I'm going to do a little jingle jangle and start the season....

I guess I better think about shopping some too...

Cookin' ... eatin'....decorating.. oh my!

So tis the season... and let it begin...


Tuesday, November 27, 2007

In The Midst Of A Mighty Storm / Laced With Grace





Are you in the midst of a mighty storm? Come over to Laced with Grace and read the good news. There is hope.


I'm hangin' out of there today.






Living the Supernatural,

Monday, November 26, 2007

In Memory Of Mallory





I want to thank all of you for your many wonder words and prayers. And those that have stopped by and just said a prayer, I thank you. They have kept me grounded and my eyes focused on our precious Lord.

My friend Jean has a long road a head of her. But she will survive. All of us that think, myself included, we will never survive the death of a child, will through the power and strength of God. For He does know that very pain.

But I am not here nor am I even ready to argue that point or any point. Only to thank you for your faithfulness, your uplifting words and to remember a precious child.

May we continue to pray for Jean and Miranda, left behind to pick up the pieces.

In loving memory of Mallory Miller and the precious life she represented.


Love to all,

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

URGENT PRAYER REQUEST


Tonight, instead of preparing for Thanksgiving dinner, a dear friend of mine will be preparing for her daughter's funeral.


Years ago, she lost her husband. I have stood by her side and wondered if she would ever recover from his death. Each holiday was a challenge. I would listen to her share their life together and hear the sadness in her voice.


Today, she went home from work to find her daughter dead with a self-inflicted gunshot wound. The worst case scenario for any mother. A nightmare. I will never forget her words and her tears tonight. "Make me sleep for ever, make this go away."



Please help me pray for her (Jean) and her oldest daughter Miranda. For that really is all we can do.


I have no words for this tragedy.


I do not understand.


I do question God, "Why?"


But it does not change my love for Him.


Happy Thanksgiving



First, Let me thank all of my precious BLoGgErS...I love YOU and I am thankful for your Friendships.... May your Thanksgiving be totally AWESOME!
I would like to share my wonderful family and thank God for this year. I am very thankful that I have them in my life.
Picture #1 is my sister and I with our girls and my mom.
Picture #2 is my dad and I



Picture #3 is my other mom... We were blessed with two moms....













#4 is my sister and I trying to camp by ourselves... we did pretty good too.. although we ended up with extra pieces to the tent? go figure....








#5 is my precious oldest daughter and our grandson..
ain't he adorable?




Here is little sunshine and our redheaded son... they actually cherish each other now...God is so Good







My husbands family,,, and mine.. We love them to pieces










My prayers are with you all during this holiday..I love you all
Happy Thanksgiving

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Don't Tell Me "No"




(Luke 18:27) Jesus replied, "What is impossible with men is possible with God."


When I was young, I remember my mom saying, “Don’t tell me “No.” Yes, you did mom. But let me just say the tradition has lived on. I have become my mom in some aspects. I do not like to be told “No.”

When I was two years-old, my dad told me “No”. He said that I went on to shaking my head side to side as I dramatically tried to make my point as well as yelling “No” incessantly.

I remember being somewhat of an underachiever when I was young. The words, “She will not amount to much” still sting my soul. The scars are deep. But in a way they keep me marching forward. I do not like to be told “No.” Maybe that is why I am never satisfied with my current status, I must achieve more. But when is enough enough? “For my burden is light...” (Matthew 11:30) My Papa whispers to me.
And the rest is history.

My college Professor stood before me looking over my paper with me, “I’m sorry but you just don’t have what it takes. You cannot write. Maybe you should consider leaving school and doing something else.” And tears flowed from my eyes. And the echoes of my past, “She won’t amount to much” came flooding from my soul. Stop here, the road is a Dead-end. There was a blaze that flickered as he told me “No.” And the rest is history.

My husband once told me “No” as he was not worth my time. He should have listened to my dad when my dad said to my now beloved, “Just don’t tell her “No.” And the rest is history.

The other day someone said to me, “But there is NO God.”

Did you just say “No”?

And ...the... rest... is... history.



Let the breath of God lead your path…


Live with me in the Supernatural,

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Tag, I'm IT

Seven RaNdOm ThInGs about Me! What is a Meme---what does it stand for? Me?

For I have been tagged by my friend Bev Brandon over at Keep on Believing...



Let me see if I can come up with seven things... and then you better run cuz I'm comin after "yous guys"



#1 - I DO NOT DO Lima beans... ever... never... so how do I handle this situation without being rude as they are served on my plate... well, I started this as a child out of need otherwise I spent many hours at the table (you know the starving kids in China or you'll eat this for breakfast thing)...

of course now as an adult--I live with that warped image, so out of politeness I have a napkin in my lap, so I drop those little boogers smoothly in there, sliddddddde the napkin in my pants, escape excuse yourself from my gathering and run walk to the bathroom, there I commence flushing the nasty wonderfully prepared beans down the commode.



#2 I sleep with a fan on full blast 365 days a year... if it is zero degrees and snowing.. my fan is going... if the power goes out, I am wide awake... no fan... sad face...my husband said he will bury me with it.. along with my cat... I told him I hope it's not hot where I am going.. big smile...



#3 This is such a dying art but when I was 7 some guy came door to door. I still remember this... and sold... yes sold... music lessons.... my sister took up guitar lessons.. and I well, I took up the accordion.. I still have it and still occasionally play it.. it's beautiful.. it's a red pearl... let me see if I can download a picture... I took 10 years of lessons...mostly polka and gospel.





#4 the most embarrassing moment was when I was running late for our Easter musical some years ago, I was a towns person... and as I was running in, I heard this hysterical laughter behind me... yes my good friends... and they were pointing at me.. running towards me... they were holding women's underwear. I thought.... that looks like mine... well guess what.. IT WAS...apparently I had just grabbed my pants out of the dryer and my underwear which was clean (thank you Lord) was stuck inside the leg until I walked inside the church in which they decide to let go... the girls behind me saw what was happening and ran over to pick them up....but they could not contain their laughter...



well, it could have been worse.. it could have been a group of men!!!



#5 My husband and I are true blonde's... we have three children... one has black hair... one has dark brown and the youngest has red hair... now go figure...



#6 On my son's first day at preschool we thought he would be expelled. He asked the teacher if it was lunch time and she said yes. So he asked her if she was drinking beer with her lunch. She told him no. Without missing a beat, he said, "Oh, you must be having scotch." His teacher couldn't wait to find us that day. Dear Lord what are we teaching him at home.

That is ok, years before when I picked up my daughter at the very same school with the very same teachers, one of the little boys in her class kissed my daughter with everyone standing there and I about died.

Sooooo you are wondering now,,, what kind of parent I must be?? Be afraid,,, be very afraid... smile...



#7 My pet peeves are:

I hate anything on the dashboard of my vehicle... now that doesn't mean the rest of my jeep isn't a mess....LOL...
I don't like rude people.
I don't like it when people won't put up their grocery cart.
I don't like it when people block lanes and not let others out on side roads,,, urrrrrr that hurts.... I don't like gossip... if only we spent that energy helping....
I don't like dishonesty

I love it when we find the good in a hurting world...

now Run cuz here I come and I tag....

Cheryl

Grams

Flip Flop Floozie

Denise

Susan

Donetta


and any of my wonderful friends that want to hang out and do this.. I love getting to know you all... thank you for playing.... let me know if you play along...
I talk about you guys like you are family... and my hubby is finally getting the hang of it!!!



Live with me in the Supernatural,

Friday, November 16, 2007

The Healer


(1 Corinthians 12:28) "....also those having the gift of healing..."


As I finished up admitting our new patient this week, his last question to me was, "Will I be healed from this pain and my disease?"

So I asked him, "What Sir, is your definition of healing?"

And he looked at me and then with a big smile he said, "oh I know, I know, my healing may come in the hands of the Lord."

No more pain, no more tears....

But until then, whatever the Lord chooses, we all have a gift of healing.... comforting words... a comforting touch...or just sitting with someone to listen...


Live with me in the Supernatural,

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

The Saint Who Fell From Grace



Today I am over at Laced with Grace........ Come on over and have some coffee and find out what's going on in the world of Grace....

Caught up in a world of bondage? Read more....



Living the Supernatural,

Busy


I am soooooo sorry I have been busy this week... I will catch up with every one soon, I promise...

(BTW- this is my daughter when she was a weeee little girl and somethings never change, she is still on the phone constantly)


Blessings and love,

Monday, November 12, 2007

HELD



NOTE: STOP MUSIC BELOW

Who said,,,, being a Christian would be easy?

there would be no pain?

No tears?

For the Papa said, To die is to live.

Our reward is not here.... but beyond.....it is beyond....


LIVING THE SUPERNATURAL,

Saturday, November 10, 2007

God Has Taken Home One Of His Own



When God called me to Hospice, I of course, did a little investigating. One of Brad's classmates was over a Hospice Unit in Florida. She walked me through all the good and well, the good of Hospice...smile...

Allthewhile, she had her own personal fight going on. See she had a brain tumor and did not want to discourage me in anyway. So she did not tell me this.

Fate would have it that I wanted to tell her thank you and how much her words helped me find a path onto the road God had paved for me. And this is when my husband and I found out about her disease.

Only it was too late. The Lord had called her home.

So in her memory, I am blogging this to her honor and her memory.

Thank you Gwen

Gwen Hope Feather

Gwen Hope Feather, 56, of Cape Coral died Wednesday November 7, 2007 at her home.

She was born in Albion, PA in 1951 to her parents Jack and Thelma Gunter. She graduated from the University of Pittsburgh School of Nursing with a BSN degree, University of South Florida with her Masters of Science in Nursing with a concentration in community health and education.

Formally of Albion, PA, Gwen moved to Cape Cora in 1989. She was employed with Hope Hospice since 1993 where she was Chief of Patient Care. She was a member and past president of the Florida Nurses Assoc., member and past president of Oncology Nursing Assoc., Member of the American Nurses Assoc., Florida Assoc. for Healthcare Quality, National Hospice and Palliative Care Professionals, Hospice and Palliative Nursing Assoc., American Legion Auxiliary in Albion, PA, Loyalty Chapter OES in Cape Coral, Sigma Theta Tau International Honor Society of Nursing Tau Zeta Chapter and the S.W. Florida Symphony.

She is survived by her husband Wally Feather, mother Thelma Gunter, children; Christopher and Andrew Holmes, Kelly and Holly Feather, DeeDee Wilkins, Denise Woodham, and Jennifer Jahn. Grandchildren; Reagan and Addison Holmes, Jennifer and Joshua Wilkins, Connor and Devon Woodham, and Tyler Jahn.

A new Angel behold...


Music is picked out by Brad

We love you and will see you again,

Brad and Connie

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Oh Am I Ever Thankful










Note: pause the music below before starting this...

Living the Supernatural,

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Wordless Wednesday




My son, on the left.... ain't he precious??






Living the Supernatural,

Monday, November 5, 2007

A Holy Kiss




“Greet one another with a holy kiss” (Romans 16:16)



When I arrived, I sat on his bed and held his hand. His eyes were distant. As I called his name, he slowly looked my way. There it was that sweet precious smile I had come to love over these past months.

“Hi my love,” I said. In a frail voice, my patient said, ‘Hi darling” back to me.

This past week had been a tough week for my patient. He was declining quickly. I had told his son to call the family home, it would not be long now. Their daddy would be soon joining their momma and little brother in Heaven.

As I dropped my hand from his, he knew and I knew the sacredness of that moment. It was as if the pedals of his flower were dropping one by one or as the sand of an hourglass ticking the time away. Only now tomorrow had become today. His time had come and we both knew it.

For in this hope born out of suffering we could ask Father Time to wait, wait another day or to wait for our Savior but just days before he had whispered to me, “I’m so tired and I’m ready to go home.” So why ask for something that bares the self-affliction of agony for a few more days at the expense of his soul. He thought better over the days. And he let go.

So as I was about to leave, I knew this time was different, I knew this was going to be my last visit with him here on earth. I kissed him and said, “I will see you again and I love you.” And he turned to look at me with his fragile eyes and said, “Yes, we will” and smiled.

Holding. Waiting. Knowing. Watching for our Savior. Something we all do, is it not? And so did my little man in his last hours. He was at such peace.

What an incredible gift our Savior gives us.

A short time later the phone call came from his son….”Connie, Dad is gone…”…. and my mind wondered to our last “holy kiss” and our last words, “I will see you again…”


Yes, this was a blessed sacred moment in time. One to hold close to my heart in my journey of life, a little red heart given to me by my Savior.

For one day, we shall all be one…..



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Saturday, November 3, 2007

Boy, Are You Gonna Be In Time-out!




I am over at Laced with Grace Today November 4th....

Do you feel like you are living in the forever "Time-out" as when you were a child? Locked away by the prison bars of your mind? Tightly tucked away in the small fishbowl of life?

Come and check it out...
"Boy, are you gonna be in time-out!"

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Friday, November 2, 2007

Is Your Life-Light Shining?




(John 1:9) - (The Message) "The Life-Light was the real thing: Every person entering Life He brings into Light. He was in the world, the world was there through Him,..."

Last night was a beautiful memorial service for our Hospice patients that have gone on to the Lord. Their families sat in the pews of the church holding on to their memories, their grief and their pain.


As their loved ones name was called, they came up and lit a candle in remembrance of their life. It was a beautiful sight. All white lights that illuminated the church making it bright, warm and inviting. Minutes before it had been a drab and sad sight.



Quite a contrast now with its' lights all aglow.



That sounds familiar, doesn't it? We walk around broken spirited and not many people notice us.


But once we have the light of our Savior glowing in our lives, speaking His love, people take notice. His children are drawn close to the Light.



Light up your life……….



Know Him...



Thursday, November 1, 2007

Hospice Memorial


Tonight is a special celebration for Hospice at St. Peter's Church.

We will be lighting candles in the remembrance of those that have passed away this passed year.
We will be reading their names and saying a prayer for their families.

It will be a beautiful service. Heartfelt to us that took care of these wonderful people and bonded with them.

Please help me pray for their families, as I know many are still grieving their loss.

"And I will fear no evil.... for I am with you...."Psalm 23

In Memory of my friend Al Clauser-- whose name will be read.


Love,