Thought I'd share this one too....

The Depth of an Empty Womb

Some days are hard. The realization of an empty womb is something difficult to bear.

For me, it has has been a journey to the deep and dark corners of my soul.

I’ve been alone, like I’ve never been alone before, or since. When no one else around me understood what I was going through, understood how I felt b r o k e n…

When my husband and I were dealing with the hurt differently.

When I couldn’t see a woman growing life inside of her frame, because it hurt my own heart.

When the clouds seemed to be like a wall, and I couldn’t see the light.



Do you feel like that sometimes? Like you are lost in hurt, in sadness, in anger?

Ladies, I have been there! And, now I know that we still have hope in midst of difficulty, in the midst of trials…

My journey continues from a journey to the deep and the dark, to a journey to the heart of God.

Somehow, miraculously, God lifted me up. He held me in His hands and comforted me.

God does this differently for each person. For me, I finally realized that I was not alone. I took comfort in God’s Holy Word. Little by little, verses started to move the clouds aside.

I then was able to understand how Romans 8:28 says,

“And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.”

Even my situation, my hurt, God is using it for good! He has plans for each and every one of our lives (Jeremiah 29:11), and they are plans for good!

Even this, even what you are going through right now! God is using it to shape you and mold you and make you more like Him!

It is so hard to see God’s hand in the midst of difficulty…but He is there. He was with me, He is still with me, and He is with you right now!

Let’s hold firm to the truth in Deuteronomy 31:8,

“It is the Lord who goes before you. He will be with you; he will not leave you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed.”

Finally, I was able to see Him. To see Him in the midst of the difficulty I was going through. And then, I was able to have hope and see light…



I am so thankful that I was able to come out of the depth of my suffering. And now, I have hope!

I have hope for my life. I have hope for my marriage. I have hope for my future. I have hope that, although my womb is empty, my heart can be full, as well as my house!

I pray that today you have hope as well. If you don’t, reach out to God. Seek Him. He is the One who we can truly hope in! Hope can be found in Him!

By Ashley Wells

God loves you...do you actually believe it?

God Loves You God showed His great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners. Romans 5:9 NLT And we have known and believed the love that God has for us. 1 John 4:16 NKJV May Christ through your faith [actually] dwell (settle down, abide, make His permanent home) in your hearts! May you be rooted deep in love and founded securely on love, That you may have the power and be strong to apprehend and grasp with all the saints [God's devoted people, the experience of that love] what is the breadth and length and height and depth [of it]; [That you may really come] to know [practically, through experience for yourselves] the love of Christ, which far surpasses mere knowledge [without experience]; Ephesians 3:17-19 AMP As a believer, the truth that “God loves you” is something you need to hear often. One of the reasons is because the enemy spends so much time telling you that God doesn’t love you. God wants you to both know and believe the love that He has for you. Some know it, but don’t believe it. The truth of God’s love for you is the most encouraging, edifying, hope-giving, life-changing truth you will ever know. He loves you in Christ. He loves you through Christ. He loves you by sending Christ, His Son, to die for you. He loves you from the breadth of Christ’s obedience, from the length of Christ’s mercies, from the depths of Christ’s sacrifice, and from the heights of Christ’s resurrection and ascension. Could a God who loves you this much, fail you in any way? Are you someone who struggles with knowing the depths of God’s love for you? Let the Holy Spirit begin to sweep over your soul and reveal to you the greatness, the fullness, and the completeness of God’s love. Ask Him to open your eyes to see and your heart to know the love of God in ways you have never known or thought possible. And what He shows you, believe it to be so. Be assured of His love. Rest in His love. Be renewed in His love. Christ came for you. Christ died for you. Christ lives for you. You are greatly loved. This is the good news of the Gospel. This is your good news. Where will this great love take you? What will it mean to you today and for all your tomorrows? Consider these words from the Apostle Paul… “What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who is against us? He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how will He not also with Him freely give us all things? Who will bring a charge against God's elect? God is the one who justifies; who is the one who condemns? Christ Jesus is He who died, yes, rather who was raised, who is at the right hand of God, who also intercedes for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Romans 8:31-34

Words to live by.....

Jesus Calls You Don't be foolish or slow of heart, I will not pass you by. Sit with Me. I am your healer, the restorer of your soul, and the One who forgives. Turn to Me. I will lead you to still waters and quiet resting places. Walk with Me. I wait for you with outstretched arms to assure you of My love. Run to Me. Let My words be as a flame of love that burns deep within you. Sup with Me.   Why are you troubled and why do doubts arise so easily? Look to Me.   I am your song, I want to fill your heart with My praises. Delight in Me. What I have told you, I am faithful to fulfill. Rest in Me.   Let Me open your understanding so you can know all I have done for you. Learn of Me.   I am glorified and have sent you the promise of My Father. Drink of Me.   I will be your source of joy and fruitfulness. You will never be empty. Abide in Me. I speak to you the promises that come from My Father’s heart. Trust in Me. I place My hands over you and pour out my richest blessings upon you. Receive from Me.

This sure hits home for me...if Jesus suffered all that FOR ME and He was STILL undefeated, then I can make it through this!!!

Undefeated!

But thanks be to God, Who gives us the victory [making us conquerors] through our Lord Jesus Christ. 1 Corinthians 15:57

In a recent sporting competition I was cheering on my favorite team, but I walked away saddened because my team was defeated. No one likes to see their favorite team lose. In sports, it’s an amazing accomplishment for a team to play an entire season undefeated. It doesn’t happen very often.

In our own experience, whenever we try to live in the power of our own efforts and strength, we find ourselves being defeated time and time again.  Well meaning “fans” try to cheer us on to victory and encourage us to “be brave” and to “try hard,” they applaud our “nice tries” and “self-efforts,” and they often try to support us with positive statements such as “come on, you can do it!” But, even in our best human attempts, the enemies of sin, self, or Satan get in the way and bring us defeat. The Apostle Paul identified this cycle of struggle and defeat in Romans 7:24 when he cries, “Oh, what a miserable person I am! Who will free me from this life that is dominated by sin and death?”

God’s plan was not to leave us in defeat! Thank God that Romans 7 is followed by Romans 8. Paul does not sum up our life in Christ as one of defeat and despair. Instead, he tells us that God delivered us from a defeated life through Jesus Christ. This is possible, not because we “can do it,” but because Jesus Christ can live His life in us by the power of the Holy Spirit.

Jesus Christ is an undefeated Savior! Jesus Christ will never be defeated. His death on the Cross was not a defeat, but a victory. He defeated sin, death, and Satan. Jesus Christ has never faced an enemy and lost. Jesus Christ faced temptation, He was despised and rejected, He knew what it meant to go through great suffering, yet He was never defeated.

Jesus Christ walked among us, died on the Cross, rose from the grave, ascended to heaven, and now sits at the right hand of God, undefeated. As believers in Jesus Christ, His life is our life. We, who have known defeated lives, can know His victory.

Are you facing hardship or difficulty, temptation or opposition, disappointment or discouragement? Let Jesus be your victory—let His life be your life, let His strength be your strength, let His endurance be your endurance, let His peace be your peace. Place no confidence in what you can do, but place all your trust in what He can do. Let Him keep you through every storm.

Let this simple prayer be in your heart and upon your lips today, “Jesus, live Your undefeated life in me today.”

But thanks be to God, Who gives us the victory [making us conquerors] through our Lord Jesus Christ. 1 Corinthians 15:57

Thought this was neat to share....

John 8:32 One day I was at the playground with a new church friend named Tess. Tess seemed distant and distracted, and I suspected that this was because her marriage was suffering. We hadn’t discussed our marriages though, because we were too busy addressing more important issues, like soccer practice and highlights and how fine and amazing and perfectly adjusted to life we both were. Suddenly, I heard myself saying the following to Tess: Tess, I’m a recovering bulimic and alcoholic. I was arrested several times during my drinking decade. Craig and I got pregnant before we were married. We love each other madly but I’m secretly terrified that my issues with sex and anger will eventually screw things up. I snap at him and my kids regularly. I feel like I always have rage right beneath my surface – like I’m a dormant volcano. And I think I have post- partum depression. Chase brought me a note yesterday that said, “I hope mommy is nice today.” Anyway, I just wanted you to know. Tess stared at me so long that I wondered if she was going to call our minister or 911. Then her walls crumbled and she started telling the truth, too. Things with her husband were bad. Really bad. Tess hadn’t told anyone how terrified and hopeless she felt, because she was too embarrassed. But in that moment, Tess decided she wanted help and love more than she wanted me to think she was perfect. The next few months were tough for Tess. There was therapy, separation, and plenty of anger and fear. But a little army of love circled the wagons around Tess’ family and blockaded anybody from getting in or out too far. And eventually, her marriage healed. I actually got to WATCH the truth set Tess’ family free. Around that time, I started feeling an itch to do something meaningful outside of my home, but no one would have me because of my colorful past. First, we were turned away again and again when we tried to adopt. Then the nursing home I applied to rejected me after the dreaded background check. Finally, my interview at the abused women shelter seemed hopeful until the interviewer said, “I have to ask if you’ve ever been arrested.” I wearily told the truth, and I never heard from the shelter again. It’s hard to explain it away as only five times. I was discouraged. But then the Tess thing happened. And I thought . . . hmmm. Maybe I could volunteer myself to the world as a “reckless truth teller!” Because for some reason, hearing the truth about me seemed to make other women feel braver. And it struck me that for this particular “truth telling ministry,” my criminal record was a PLUS. It gave me street cred. That was it. I was going to make people feel better about their real selves by introducing them to my real self. No more masks, no more hiding, no more pretending. A few days later my minister called me on the phone. My first thought was that Tess had ratted me out and that I was in big trouble. But my minister just gently said, “Glennon, I feel like the time has come for you to tell your story to the church. On stage. This Sunday.” My husband went online to research whether or not he could be fired for having an ex-con for a wife. I planned my outfit. Then I wrote my story, and on Sunday morning I read it to my church. I told them about my addictions and my Jesus and how He saved me from myself. I told them that when Jesus said I was forgiven, I believed Him, and that has made all the difference. I told them about how people who’ve lived in dark, dark places truly appreciate the light. About how we close our eyes and soak Grace up, sunbathe in it… how we breathe in Grace each day likes it’s oxygen, because we remember what it feels like to suffocate. How we wake up each morning fully conscience of the miracle that once we were blind but now…HOLY COW… We can see! We can breathe! I told them that my addictions, my pride, my impatience, my insecurities and fears, they all make up my cross. And Jesus said “BRING IT, SISTER,” so I’ve decided to wear it on my back for all to see. And I said that the magical part is that my cross is not heavy at all, because I share it with others. Since I don’t hide my cross, other women see it, and offer to help shoulder the load. And any weight that’s leftover is on the back of God. I’m free as a bird. After I was done speaking, there was some silence, and I was scared. But then the church broke out into thunderous applause. And people starting standing up, one at a time, and many of them were crying. There was a long standing ovation. A standing ovation for Jesus. And I thought: Well, Well, Well. I didn’t really want to work at a nursing home anyway. I’ve been telling the truth recklessly about myself and my Jesus at Momastery for a year now, and many other brave women have joined me. The Truth is setting us free, one day at a time. By Glennon, at Momastery

My life is ruined....no it's not....read further...love this article!

A Life (Seemingly) In Ruins

I can smell the rain in the air.

These tired bones tell me that a storm is coming.

When you have been walking around in the desert you welcome the storm.

With the storm comes rain.

With the rain comes quenched thirst.
“I will break up your fallow ground.”
He speaks to me and knows that I am prone to panic; prone to wander; prone to doubt.
He sees me crying over my marriage and reminds me that love keeps no record of wrongs (yes, even that wrong).

He has promised to take care of me even in this.
He sees my mama heart breaking and fretting over how these four children are going to be provided for. Where will we live? Will paying work ever come?
“I will provide all of your needs…”

And He will.

He will.

It is far easier to keep your life to yourself, clutching it to your chest as if it were a hand of cards, than it is to be transparent with it.

It is hard to admit when we are in the desert (or a storm…or in a storm in the middle of desert).

But this…this is where God’s glory really shines.

This is where freedom comes.

God has not asked us to hold this life to our chest.
He has called us to lay all of our cards on the table and then when we’re done, to hold them very high up in the air.

When we become transparent, we also become vulnerable.
Vulnerability is not the enemy.
Vulnerability is good.

When we allow ourselves to become vulnerable, it kicks our pride out the window and makes room for Jesus to do His work in and through us.

There are events that take place in our lives that our minds cannot reconcile, leaving countless frayed ends within our heart that cannot make amends with our heads.

Yet still Jesus enters in, turning logic upside down and giving us beauty for our ashes.
In a world where entropy is woven throughout the very fabric of His creation, we are reminded again and again in the forms of poverty, war, famine, death and disease that this is not Eden.

Sin and death are among us…and yet this creation that His Word tells us is moaning and groaning for His return also has the echoes of an everlasting love that knows no boundaries that even the gates of Hell cannot hold back.

If we are quiet enough, we will hear the whispers of the Almighty reverberating all throughout creation saying, “My love is bigger than the sins of this world.”

When we truly grasp this (which I am desperately trying to do myself) there is nothing under the earth, over the earth, or in the earth that we need to fear.

We have nothing to hide anymore.
So maybe your past is full of stories that do not honor God. Maybe, like me, you are in a place where nothing is certain and you are staring at a life that seems to be shattering right before your eyes.
Maybe you are lying in a broken heap in the middle of your own personal desert where the Living Water of Christ has not yet reached you. May these words be like a beacon of light that point you in the direction of His love for you.

Let’s lay our tired, broken vessels at His feet.
He is there with us in the desert.
He is there with us during the storm.
We are not alone.

His peace is coming, ladies.

Rest in that.

By Mandie Oliver

I wonder....if I could be like him....

I  wonder. . . if I could be like him.

If this was Freaky Friday (the original with Jodie Foster, of course!) and my husband and I switched roles. What would happen?

Not in the context of our friends asking, “Why is Barry wearing leopard print peep toe shoes?” Or “Why is Stephanie building a bonfire in the backyard to cook wild game?”

But, would God-sized dreams still flourish in our home?

I wonder. . .

If my husband came home one day from work and told me he felt like God was calling him to quit his job and start his own company, would I have listened calmly and been supportive? Or would I have asked twenty questions at a rapid pace and tried to hide my panic, feeling insecure and curious about his ability to ‘hear.’

I wonder. . .

Would I have told him “I trust you. I don’t care if we have to sell everything we own and live in a trailer, you’re going to do this. You need to live your dream.” Or would I have questioned every move he made in fear.

I wonder. . .

If he had told me that he doesn’t have a business plan and needs time to figure things out, would I have been patient? Or would I have asked every day how things are going, start to push, and turn into a nag.

I wonder. . .

Would I tell everyone I meet about his new opportunity and how smart I think it is? Or would I try to keep the focus on the other person’s ‘stuff,’ so I don’t have to answer what my husband does.

I wonder. . .

Would I be secure that God will pay the bills and send him to conferences we can’t at the moment afford, but know is in God’s plan? Or would I be checking our bank accounts every few moments, asking when the next client will be paying their invoice, and start to get a stingy heart.

I wonder. . .

Why I’ve assumed my husband would have such unbelievable faith in me. And why I’ve been so quick to take it for granted.

I wonder. . .

How can I ever thank him for being the Godly man that stands beside me when I need a hand to hold, backs me when I need someone to fall into, and gets down on his knees when I need a lift through his prayers.

I wonder. . .

Do you have a person in your life that is helping you accomplish your dreams? Will you recognize it? How will you thank them?

{Update: I read this post to my husband, out loud. He actually let me. When I was finished, I heard a sniffle. He had tears in his eyes and a smile on his face. Enough said.}

By Stephanie Bryant

The Day I "Broke Up With Fear"

Now this particular blog..I don't have experience with the whole cancer scare really..I've heard lots and know lots of people who have had them...but it's the fear part that hit home with me.  Like in this picture...I'd love to feel like that child again...jumping up in the clear air...to have that childlike faith that God wants us to have...ya that'd be really nice. 

Please take a minute to read...who know what part of this might speak to you?  or by reading you will be able to help others?

The Day I Broke Up With Fear

I was scared.

The certified letter had brought the news that I needed to get a biopsy.

So I went. Five days, they said. I waited.

And waited.

Few things are as eternal as waiting to find out whether or not you have cancer.

I remember playing with my children and, in the midst of conversation and laughter, a weight would fall on me. Dark clouds gathered. I’d try to maintain my smile while my mind took me down every conceivable road that the test results could lead.

During those endless days of waiting, I jumped every time my phone rang and sleep came fitfully, if at all.

I was fearful. Fearful for my husband when he traveled. Fearful for my kids when they were sick or trying new things. Fearful for myself. Honestly, I’d always been afraid of dying young – because my mother did and an irrational part of me imagined that I certainly would too.

And then, somewhere in my journey of waiting, I began to understand that fear is a product of vanity. When my hopes and my dreams were my ultimate goal, I was full of fear, because they were out of my control.

But when I put my hope in Him, when I raised my arms high and stretched them out  wide and boldly declared, “God, whatever brings You the most glory, that is what I want.” …the fear dissolved.

It was as if this horrible, overwhelming monster was revealed to be only the shadow of something small and weak; whimpering away at the sight of a woman in love with a great and glorious God.

The transformation was truly amazing. The dread of worst case scenarios was gone. Completely gone.

Of course, if my test results had come back abnormal I certainly wouldn’t have been thrilled. But as I waited, still uncertain of the outcome, I could honestly say that I wanted whatever brought Him the most glory.

Because where His glory is, people find freedom. Where His glory is, people find love. And where His glory is, people find hope.

And, whether I live to be 36 or 96, that is what I want my life to be about.

If you struggle with fear, be encouraged, my friend, that it doesn’t have to win. It can’t win. It won’t win.

There’s an Old English proverb that I love:

Fear knocked at the door. Love answered. No one was there.

Do you struggle with fear?

If you’re reading this, whether fear is an issue you deal with or not, please take just 5 minutes to pray for those who do!

You Don't Hear Yourself....OUCH!!!

You Don’t Hear Yourself

“Can you please get Elias’s shoes on and teeth brushed,” I snapped at my husband, Matthew.

It had been one of those mornings where everything was taking longer than it should and we were late.

Matthew turned out of the kitchen, shaking his head.

“What? Babe, I didn’t mean to snap. We are just late. I have a meeting. We need to go.”

“You just don’t hear yourself, Baby. I know you don’t mean it, but it really hurts my feelings when you talk to me in that tone of voice.”

{gulp}

“I’m sorry, hon. I’m sorry. I’ll try to be better.”

My tone has always been something I have had to work on.

As a young girl, my mom would tell me not to be bossy to my little sister. I was the older one and needed to set a good example.

As a high school student, my teacher kindly told me to not talk so sharply.

As a young professional, my boss gently and graciously reminded me to always remember how I speak to others.

Words are powerful, aren’t they?

The bible talks about them a lot. The very representation of God in our lives is often manifested in our words.

And so I pray, asking God to make me softer, kinder, gentler and that my words would be like “honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones (Proverbs 16:24).

This month I have been meditating on Psalm 19:4:

May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.

I pray that this verse resonates with you too, especially in this month of Thanksgiving.

Peace be with you today.

Questions to discuss:

Do you ever struggle with your tone and words?

What do you do to help remind yourself to reflect God’s love through your words?

By: Jessica Turner

Do not worry....ahem...

Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. — Philippians 4:6 NRSV

In 1991 I spent some time with Ruth Graham in her lovely mountain home in North Carolina. On that evening, I asked Ruth how she handled the tough days as a young wife and mother. How did she respond when she was, at times, pushed into an unsolicited spotlight? Her answer was simple yet profound.
“Worship and worry cannot exist at the same time in the same heart,” she said. “They are mutually exclusive.”
Ruth then told me about a time when she awoke in the middle of the night, concerned about one of her children. Unable to sleep, she got out of bed and picked up her Bible. Ruth soon realized that the missing ingredient in her heart at that time was thanksgiving, so she began to thank God for this son, for his life, for the joy he had brought to their home. Her burden lifted.
We can pray and make our requests known to God, but we have to trust that God will answer our prayers. Thanksgiving helps us do that. When we pray with thanksgiving, we are saying we believe he will answer us and provide for our needs or for the needs of those we love—and we will be happy with his provision.
— Sheila Walsh

Kari Jobe: You Are For Me

Been awhile....

So ya..it's been awhile.  Lots has been goin' on in "Aim's Goings On"!  lol  *snort* 

You all know me..I'm an open book.  However, I was talking to a dear friend of mine tonight, and we were talking about how we are both open books, love to talk...BUT have walls we put up in certain situations.  Many of you may have noticed I've been acting different or posting "strange" things on Facebook (got LOTS of messages...btw, thank you so much for caring!!!  Means a lot!!) that have been down right depressing.  Well guess what?

I've lost it.  I have finally broke and am having a nervous breakdown.  No lie.

I'm off work for a few weeks to go to some therapy sessions...I've been placed on medication...yes, I'm weak.  However...when I am weak...He is STRONG!  YES, Jesus loves me b/c the bible tells me so!

This has happened according to my primary care physician and also the therapist I'm seeing, due to an accumulation of occurances that have happened in my life.  I've been building my walls...more and more..higher and higher until they finally fell down! 

I have a massive mountain ahead of me.  I need some peace.  I need some rest.  I need to not think.  I need time to grieve.  I need a break from life to "get it together".  Some always have it all together...nuh uh..not this girl doesn't.  I used to!  I used to keep an immaculate home.  I used to love to decorate.  I used to keep up on chores.  I used to enjoy things in life and now I can't even go to them!   I've been through a lot these past 3 years or more.  Too much to list and probably for anyone to understand unless you've been through it.  What do I get?  A nervous "breakdown"....FINALLY.

Depression/Anxiety is a disease.  In my case, it's hereditary.  My Grandma had it, my Uncles have it..my Mom has it.  Everyone has a choice on how they deal with it.  Everyone has anxiety to a certain extent but some brains know how to dismiss it.  Mine doesn't!  Yay me!  SO....I have to (and WANT TO)  learn how to deal with it and "calm" it down.  I am NOT going to live like this the rest of my life.  I want my "normal" life back!  I know there will be changes, etc.  However, there are no medications out there that will cure this mental issue.  Yes I said mental....yes it means I'm "mental" now I guess.  So what?  There are millions of Americans and peeps all over the world who are quote "mental" they just don't talk about it.  They're ashamed.  Like I said...I'm an open book. 

On a good note...you may have noticed the picture to the right of your screen.  I mean the top one (I know your eyes automatically go to the second one..heehee).  That would be our new Bella.  She's now a 10 week old Chow Chow puppy.  Yes puppy.  We found her down near St Louis.  We have grown to love her so much.  We really weren't sure we were making the right decision, but now we know we have.  She's got SUCH a personality.  So different than Brandy.  Which is a good thing.  Like my brother said, Brandy is Brandy and Bella is Bella.  So true it turns out too!  She has a super ticklish spot on her belly...which is hilarious.  She is having issues biting right now.  Oh and "marking her territory" in the living room.  She goes potty and poops outside..she goes to the door or yelps at us when she has to go...so that's good.  But every once in awhile...she must smell Brandy and she is taking over the house!  We HAVE to put a stop to that!  heehee  Working on the nipping/biting issues.  I know she's just a puppy and that's what they do and all that..but on the other hand...she's a Chow and they tend to have a negative temperment and I don't want that with her whatsoever...we want her to obviously be a good, sweet doggie! :D  Then we also do not wish our furniture be destroyed as well.  Sooooo, we have lots of work to do with her.  We've already decided that this is our first AND last puppy.  From now on, we will be getting a dog about 8mths or older!!!  haha!  After the puppy phase!!  LOL  But it's helped me with her home..I've got company again.

I still talk to Brandy.  (I said I was mental)  I purchased a new, very pretty oak and velvet box for her ashes.  It has a plate engraved on the front of it that reads: "Our Brandy Girl" 8-28-96 - 10-8-10  then the third line says, "You Are Our Sunshine".  Like I said, I used to sing that to her all the time.  She loved to hear me sing for some reason??!!  We miss her like crazy everyday.  I talk to her and ask her to multiply her sweetness and send some down to Bella.  We tell Bella about her "big sister" all the time.  So by now...they both..as well as you all..think I'm nuts.  See above!  teehee

That's all that's new for now.  I have to do some journaling for my therapist.  So I might be back fairly soon. 

Please pray for me...that I will be able to conquer, in Jesus' name, this debilitating "disease" combo I've got goin' on.  I just want to be "my normal" again! 

Thanks for reading!  and...

Keep on goin' on!
Love,
Aim