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Monday, August 31, 2009

The Blessing by Maura O'Connell



PLEASE PAUSE THE MUSIC BELOW BEFORE STARTING THIS... TRULY THIS IS A BLESSING...


Saturday, August 29, 2009

I Have A Dream



Joel2:28
"And afterward, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions."


I dream of things for my children...On my son's birthday this week, I reflect back to when he was born and where he is now...(all 14 years)

I have had dreams for him but so has his Heavenly Papa... where does the tug of war stop that I allow Him who he belongs to --to begin and self-sufficiency to end in my little boys life... I see in the distance a life of prosperity, success and happiness...

That is what I dream of...

My God's own Son came for a purpose... as we all do...and His ways are not our ways. Jesus came to win... but in our eyes He lost...He lost the battle to win. So many times... we see situations that must be won by the worlds definition. Why? Sometimes, wars are to be lost. For the mere purpose of winning. Throughout the Bible, men and woman were defeated.

So, as I dream for my little boy and my children... I dream of.. a life of God's purpose...and with that God's strength and love.

Keeping our eyes on the light ahead.



Sunday, August 9, 2009

Finally Make It Home



God’s timing is always perfect.... it amazes me how easy it is to accept that when something wonderful happens. But when we are waiting and watching, it doesn’t come so easy.

Today, I had the coolest experience...I arrived at a home of a patient that had just passed away. When I walked into the room where my patient was, the children were by the bed.

The son said, "I think he is still alive but it might be my imagination". This is so common. People hold onto every last ounce of hope. I could tell by looking at the patient, he was indeed gone. But I have to officially do my thing so while I was pronouncing (checking the vital signs and officially stating the patient has died) my patient.... I was about to say he was gone... but some one's cell phone went off with the song... "Finally made it home" by mercy me....I looked up with tears in my eyes....I told the family I couldn't have said it better...They, too, had tears in their eyes.

“Oh Dad, you are Home!”

How fortunate we are to get the confirmation that our loved one has made it to his destination.

When we finally make it Home!