
Myles is in the hospital. He went in last week for an uncontrollable elbow bleed. We tried to drain the blood in the joint (tap) but it kept coming back and the procedure is terribly painful. They have him on a constant factor IV to try and get it under contol. Hopefully he will be out some time next week. He is doing fine and has no pain unless he tries to straighten his arm. We are all praying for no permanent damage (GOLF!) Our great friend Daini came by to visit us and always brings tons of candy. We are going to have a hospital room picnic tommorow for Mother's Day! Back to the hospital...........Happy Mother's Day.
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The Invitation
Monday, May 12, 2008
“All you who are thirsty, come and drink.”
Isaiah 55:1
To receive an invitation is to be honored—to be held in high esteem. For that reason all invitations deserve a kind and thoughtful response.
But the most incredible invitations are not found in envelopes or fortune cookies, they are found in the Bible. You can’t read about God without finding him issuing invitations. He invited Eve to marry Adam, the animals to enter the ark, David to be king, Israel to leave bondage, Nehemiah to rebuild Jerusalem.
God is an inviting God. He invited Mary to birth his son, the disciples to fish for men, the adulterous woman to start over, and Thomas to touch his wounds. God is the King who prepares the palace, sets the table, and invites his subjects to come in.
God is a God who opens the door and waves his hand pointing pilgrims to a full table.
His invitation is not just for a meal, however, it is for life. An invitation to come into his kingdom…Who can come? Whoever wishes.
Myles, have added you BACK on the prayer list at my work. Everyone is praying for you! AND your MOM! Much love. Continued healing! Aunt k8
Our Plight
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
“When we were unable to help ourselves, at the moment of our need, Christ died for us.”
Romans 5:6
God did for us what I did for one of my daughters in the shop at New York’s La Guardia Airport. The sign above the ceramic pieces read Do Not Touch. But the wanting was stronger than the warning, and she touched. And it fell. By the time I looked up, ten-year-old Sara was holding the two pieces of a New York City skyline. Next to her was an unhappy store manager. Over them both was the written rule. Between them hung a nervous silence. My daughter had no money. He had no mercy. So I stepped in. “How much do we owe you?” I asked.
How was it that I owed anything? Simple. She was my daughter. And since she could not pay, I did.
Since you and I cannot pay, Christ did. We’ve broken so much more than souvenirs. We’ve…broken God’s heart.
With the law on the wall and shattered commandments on the floor, Christ steps near (like a neighbor) and offers a gift (like a Savior).
After a week of rain, we're actually seeing the sun today. YEAH. I've had enough of the rain. WE've had flooding. Anyway, hope all is well. Myles, I hope you are on the mend!! ~Aunt K8e
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