Blessings

Landslide

I haven’t posted for quite a long time. I believe that I may be changing directions. I did finish the 366 days of Thanksgiving and I am still trying to edit and find a publisher. I quit almost midway through the next year and hopefully this new article will explain my absence in an acceptable […]

Catching up Part 3 – August 17 – August 21

Catching Up Part 3 – August 17 -August 21 Things are starting to look a little better. We have a short window where we can actually pretend we have a life, however we must still be careful until we see what will happen two weeks from now. I am hoping and praying that everything will […]

Catching Up – Part Two

Catching Up – Part Two The Drama with the medicine continues. Each day I am going back and forth with e-mails, phone calls and research. Our stress level has been so high that I almost had a melt down recently. I’ve wanted to write, but it seems like every moment of my day has been […]

Catching up

Catching up – August 5 through August 10 I heard a pastor preach one Sunday who said that when things start going wrong in your life, when you feel burdened by more than is usual, it is an attack from Satan because he knows God is getting ready to do something big in your life […]

Methotrexate Days, Lower Bills, Deliverance and Doubts

July 30, 2017 – Methotrexate Days Earlier this Spring I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis. It took several months and a lot of my own research to find out that I had it. They keep diagnosing me with other problems like gout and turf toe until I did the research and told them what blood […]

It Feels Like Fall, People to Love, People Who Love Me, and No Pain

July 26, 2017 – It Feels Like Fall Our weather has been somewhat weird for several years. There are times I can walk out on the front porch and it seems more like fall than summer, then the next day it’s back up in the 90’s. I remember the first year I lived in Butler, […]

My Protectors, The Hill and Always There

July 19, 2017 – My Protectors I lived in larger cities for most of my life, but I held to the memories of the country places I lived when I was younger. Most of my memories are from two of the foster homes, the first one and the last. In the first foster home, I […]