Update on Celeste

Celeste is in the hospital for some complications with her cancer.

Please continue to pray for her and her husband.

Thank you my dear prayer warriors

Prayer Request

Meet Dale and Celeste...

Dale has been like a brother to my sister and I for over 30 years.... Celeste is his wife (We tell him he outdid himself)... she is only 39... and has been diagnosed with a rare type of endometrial cancer..... and it has now spread to the liver and brain...

She wanted this picture to show that she and Dale now having matching heads... she hasn't lost her sense of humor....only hair!!

Please pray for her... and Dale...

We know God can do all things....and so do they!!

She will be visiting this place for an evaluation....

The Hands Of The Omega

In The Hands Of The Omega

(Revelations 1:8) 8"I am the Alpha and the Omega," says the Lord God, "who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty."

One of my nurses shared this story the other day so I only hope I can do it justice. She cried as she told me the story. I now know why. This story fills me with hope, compassion and promise.

Her patient told her last week that he was going to die soon, actually he told her which day and he was right. This little man had been sleeping a lot in his last days but on this particular day woke up to share with his family this extraordinary story. One that will give me an incredible burst of faith for years to come not that I needed it. Or as I like to call them "A Holy Spirit jolt"

Anyhoo! The story...

“There are so many hands, I just don’t know which ones to take hold of,” the patient cried. His wife asked him to explain what he was talking about. “Mom and Dad are here holding their hands out for me. And so is my brother.” “I need you all to move away from my bed because you are blocking them from taking me Home. As the family moved away, a bright and shiny light moved into the patient’s direction. He then said, “There is Someone here now named the Omega, He's sitting on my bed. He has come to take me. His hands are reaching for me.”

This patient had not been a Christian very long and did not know the Bible all that well. His wife went and got her Bible and read to him, “I am the Alpha and the Omega…The First and Last...” (Rev 1:8). The patient’s eyes grew wide and he smiled ---before closing them for the last time.

His hand reached out… and he touched the Hand of God…

For the Omega… The First--The Last…had come...

Come, Lord Jesus.

A Mother's Love

A Mothers Love

(Isaiah 55:8) "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD.

(Luke 15:20) "But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him."

“Mom is breathing different.” I looked at her son as he held his mom’s hand. I know this look of a patient, this sound, this call; the call of our Father as we draw closer to Home. I told her son to call his brother and sisters to come now. I tried not to alarm him but he needed to understand the urgency as well. He asked, “Is it time?” And I nodded yes. Tears fell from his eyes.

Her loved ones were there very soon all but one daughter. From what I had heard from the family, there had been “issues” for a long time with this child. As I listened to the children talk around their mom, I said, “If sis can’t make it, let’s put the phone to your mom’s ear and let your sister talk to her.” At this request, the remaining daughter refused to talk to her mom. She said she was on her way.

Immediately, I judged. I thought to myself, “You may not have time and you will have to live with not having this chance to say good-bye.”

My patient soon took her last breath. I wrote down the time of death on the palm of my hand. Her body went into the complete relaxed mode. But her siblings hugged close together and told their mom, “Sis will be here soon.” Slowly their mom started to breathe again. My Social Worker and I stood amazed. Although, I had seen this one other time, I hadn’t seen this often. Again, I was astonished but then the words of our Lord came to me “My ways are not your ways”. I knew she was waiting on her other daughter.

The time that lapsed was 54 minutes from what I thought to be her last breath. Her daughter arrived and her mom then took her final breath here as she inhaled pure celestial air.

I had figured that by all standards, this girl had missed her chance. She had been estranged from the family. But “My ways are not your ways…” I was reminded as this family embraced their sister. I saw pure joy. And this mother’s love was so unconditional that in her dying moments, she held onto something she wanted so badly, to bring her last child in. (Luke 15:20)

This mom had been praying to go back home to her husband and sister for a long time from what the family told me; but postponed it for the love of a child.

That is the same love God has for us…