I'm not going to sugar coat it since it will not do any good! It was after midnight on Saturday (AKA SUNDAY morning) so by a technicality I could be off the lent sacrifice hook. Additionally, I know that the only witnesses to my defeat would not tattle on me. I really don't have to call myself out, but since my Bible study this week is about "Everything You Have Ever Done" I thought I should probably confess! Plus, God knows without me having to type it or say it out loud and really that is who I let down (well and everyone that loves me since my sacrifice is really terrible for you)! I smoked three cigarettes this weekend and all in about 30 minutes.
I want to type all the reasons building up to the walk into the garage. I feel compelled to explain why my week and weekend was so stressful and why I "needed" to have one, but that is all relative (plus my husband HATES when I write details about my personal life). I didn't NEED one (if I can go almost three weeks without one it's not a nicotine addiction), I wanted one and I gave into the temptation.
Today I'm using my blog and anyone that reads it as a mirror. I am writing as the Samaritan Woman at the well and I am confessing my sins so that I am forced to be accountable, ashamed and embarrassed. I understand that He knows before I confess via writing that I am regretful. As soon as I left the garage the smell of smoke disgusted me and I apologized right then to God. Only minutes after surrendering to the temptation of the habit, I felt moral anguish and disgust for my lack of willpower and faith.
I knew that I shouldn't do it and did it anyways. SIN. How many times in your life have you been in this situation? A situation where you felt immediate remorse for your action or inaction? Other instances it takes reflection to realize your shortcomings and the remorse sets in later, but either way when you make a mistake, the regret is inevitable. When your witnesses won't tell do you feel less remorseful? Since only one or two people know the truth does that make it better? I used to think it did. My thought process used to be something similar to "as long as my parents never find out about this" or "he can never know about that".
Even though one of my favorite poems has always been "The Man in the Glass", it wasn't until recently that I printed it out and put a copy in my wallet in an attempt to keep the lesson with me at all times. It is only recently that I started to look for the deeper meaning and value in life, forgive freely and surrender to the grace of God. The poem illuminates the truth: that you can go through life and everyone can think you're grand, but at the end of the day what does the mirror have to say? Does the reflection look like the image you are portraying to the world or do you see an image full of flaws and shortcomings? This story reminds us that all the deeds that you try so hard to keep hidden, all the thoughts that you think are tucked tightly in your brain alone are also shared with God.
In one sense it is frightening to imagine yourself as the Samaritan Woman at the well; to face all of the sins, all the mistakes, the bad thoughts in your head. Can you imagine meeting Jesus and listening to him recite all of your failures and sins? The ultimate mirror! Things you might not even think about anymore right there in front of you in the bright noon sunlight. The Samaritan woman was attempting to avoid any and all mirrors by going to the well at noon; fighting the scorching heat of midday rather than face her peers. Instead she is greeted by Jesus and he told her everything she ever did.
Yet, in another way it is a relief to have the truth be known. It is often stated that the truth will set you free. This story is the best example I have read of this adage. After speaking with Jesus, the woman ran to her fellow townspeople to tell them about this person that was able to tell her all she had ever done. She couldn't wait to tell all the people! On any other day she would hide from the these same people at all costs, but this day she even went as far as to tell them that the she believed He could be the Messiah. The people that on any other day, she would prefer facing the hottest part of the day in order to escape their ridicule, nasty looks or even pass by them.
She was ashamed to go to the well because of her lowly status, in the passage it is portrayed that she has quite a reputation of sin. Yet, when she speaks to Jesus, rather than feeling guilt, shame, or embarrassment as she faces the recollection of her sins, instead she feels spiritual rebirth. A need to confess her sins so that she can drink the living water. A need to believe in Jesus so that she can feel His loving grace. Instead of feeling shame, she felt a sense of renewed spirit.
If you want to read the passage click here
So today I'm using this writing as my mirror. To confess that I was weak. To confess that I surrendered to temptation, not just this weekend when I walked into the garage and lit the cigarette, but for the many times that I have fallen short in my eyes and in His eyes. In hopes that I too can drink the living water and feel his loving grace. Praying that the next time that I am faced with temptation, my faith will keep me grounded and allow me to fight the temptation.
The Man In The Glass
Peter "Dale" Winbrow Sr
When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.
For it isn't your father or mother or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass.
The fellow whose verdict counts most in you life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum
And think you're a wonderful guy.
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.
He's the fellow to please-never mind all the rest,
For he's with you clear to the end.
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Should we change the saying???
During correspondence with my friend that has also lost a parent, I am reminded that the saying "it gets easier with time" might just be a saying! She thinks the saying should probably be "it gets DIFFERENT with time", not easier. As the time passes you don't think of your lost loved one less, you don't ache to spend time with them less, you just know better how to suppress the tears better or find a distraction before you let the emotion build inside of you (or go take a second shower so you can cry alone). When you hear a story about a mother and daughter going to a play or having a spa day and your mom is gone, it doesn't matter if your mom has been in heaven for a week or ten years! Either way you want to be watching the play with your mom or going to get massages together.
Last night I was feeling the sting of the swing shift. I have been rising with the birds in order to fulfill my commitment of a 40 hour work week (go working moms-NOT...I used to love being a working mom, but with Aaron's shift it is close to impossible to enjoy waking up at 530 to get in hours and I am severely missing the release I get when I attend boot camp)! Camille has not been sleeping well and honestly, I kind of feel (and look) sort of like a zombie! I was so excited when my mom called to ask if I wanted her to pick up pizza last night! It has been a long week!
Even though she bought and picked up the pizza I am much more thankful for the adult conversation AND help with baths than the pizza! She even attempted to comfort Camille the first time she woke up. She stayed and watched Grey's and most of Private Practice and it was so nice to have her.
When she left, I cried. Cried because I thought of the conversation earlier in the week with one of my best friends. She never gets help with the baths when her husband is working. It is such a simple thing: pizza and help with the bedtime routine. Yet, it is mutually rewarding because my mom enjoys spending the time with my kids, the kids love to sing and dance with her and I needed her company, too!
This is certainly not any different when it involves the opposite sex parent dying. My dad and I shared many of the same passions and enjoyed our together time as well, but last night I mourned for Sharon. Mostly because I want Tam, Andrea, Marci, Maryellen, Kelly to be able to call their moms and tell them that they are tired and that they need help with their monsters or want to take a shopping trip or simply go for a walk. Because they don't call me until they have already dealt with the situation and are feeling fine.
I also understand that it is not easier to loose a parent when you are older or your kids are grown, but young children can be exhausting. So, today I am thankful that my mom is around to help me and surprise me with pizza and bedtime routines. Unfortunately, I can't put any "spin" that brings Sharon or my other friends' mothers back.
What do you think? Does it get easier with time or should we just change the saying?
Last night I was feeling the sting of the swing shift. I have been rising with the birds in order to fulfill my commitment of a 40 hour work week (go working moms-NOT...I used to love being a working mom, but with Aaron's shift it is close to impossible to enjoy waking up at 530 to get in hours and I am severely missing the release I get when I attend boot camp)! Camille has not been sleeping well and honestly, I kind of feel (and look) sort of like a zombie! I was so excited when my mom called to ask if I wanted her to pick up pizza last night! It has been a long week!
Even though she bought and picked up the pizza I am much more thankful for the adult conversation AND help with baths than the pizza! She even attempted to comfort Camille the first time she woke up. She stayed and watched Grey's and most of Private Practice and it was so nice to have her.
When she left, I cried. Cried because I thought of the conversation earlier in the week with one of my best friends. She never gets help with the baths when her husband is working. It is such a simple thing: pizza and help with the bedtime routine. Yet, it is mutually rewarding because my mom enjoys spending the time with my kids, the kids love to sing and dance with her and I needed her company, too!
This is certainly not any different when it involves the opposite sex parent dying. My dad and I shared many of the same passions and enjoyed our together time as well, but last night I mourned for Sharon. Mostly because I want Tam, Andrea, Marci, Maryellen, Kelly to be able to call their moms and tell them that they are tired and that they need help with their monsters or want to take a shopping trip or simply go for a walk. Because they don't call me until they have already dealt with the situation and are feeling fine.
I also understand that it is not easier to loose a parent when you are older or your kids are grown, but young children can be exhausting. So, today I am thankful that my mom is around to help me and surprise me with pizza and bedtime routines. Unfortunately, I can't put any "spin" that brings Sharon or my other friends' mothers back.
What do you think? Does it get easier with time or should we just change the saying?
Facebook Withdrawal Week 2.5!!!
When I authored the post on Tuesday regarding the second week of disconnection from the world I wasn't feeling too anxious about missing the social network. After two 10 hour days with nothing to break up the day, it was awful!! I wanted to log on so bad on both days.
Everyone in my book club told me that I could log on Sunday...that you can treat yourself...I REALLY WANT TO!! But I won't because I said I wouldn't. And I think it's lame that I want to so bad!
I really wanted a cigarette last night too! Camille has an ear infection (doctor appointment at 11) so she was inconsolable. I wanted soooo badly to hand her off to Aaron when he walked in at 11:07 and go directly to the garage! But I didn't and today I'm glad that I didn't:) Especially since my mom hasn't had one! Yay for her!
Oh and a few people asked how to be notified when I posted something...if you put your email address in at the top of the blog you will be notified when I post something new. You will not be listed as a follower on the left hand side of the blog, but will receive email notification of each new post:) Which due to lack of facebook is increasing in number per week;)
My friend is in surgery as we speak to have the other side of her thyroid removed as it tested positive for cancerous cells. Please pray for my young friend!
Everyone in my book club told me that I could log on Sunday...that you can treat yourself...I REALLY WANT TO!! But I won't because I said I wouldn't. And I think it's lame that I want to so bad!
I really wanted a cigarette last night too! Camille has an ear infection (doctor appointment at 11) so she was inconsolable. I wanted soooo badly to hand her off to Aaron when he walked in at 11:07 and go directly to the garage! But I didn't and today I'm glad that I didn't:) Especially since my mom hasn't had one! Yay for her!
Oh and a few people asked how to be notified when I posted something...if you put your email address in at the top of the blog you will be notified when I post something new. You will not be listed as a follower on the left hand side of the blog, but will receive email notification of each new post:) Which due to lack of facebook is increasing in number per week;)
My friend is in surgery as we speak to have the other side of her thyroid removed as it tested positive for cancerous cells. Please pray for my young friend!
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Into the Wilderness
During the season of lent, Christians are supposed to force themselves to think about the darker parts of their existence, look deeper, face the beasts in the wilderness. We are forced to think about our tempters, seek a deeper relationship with God, repent for our wrongdoings, consider how much time we are "in the kitchen" at church opposed to how much time we are actually spending with God. In other words, how much time are we completing the tasks (that certainly need to be done)and in the busyness of the tasks neglecting to spend time with God? We are seeking the reconciliation of God and humankind, especially as accomplished through the life, suffering, and death of Jesus Christ. At the end of the lent period we are supposed to feel more connected to God.
During lent some Christians choose to face these deeper, darker passages in the Bible in an attempt to come away feeling more connected with God by sharing treasures with God. In life that is not how it always works. Most of the time we don't CHOOSE to go into the wilderness. Most of the time our periods of darkness and periods of time left alone in our head are not by conscious decision, but instead by circumstance. The darkness suddenly appears (POOF) with the news of cancer, the loss of a loved one, an unexpected hospital stay.
I decided to give up facebook because I was feeling emotionally drained. I would read a story about someone that was in the wilderness and I would feel their pain. I would imagine myself in their situation and my head would spin, tears would well in my eyes, and I would email them or call them, causing me to feel even more emotionally invested in their struggle. In the end, I think both parties benefited from the communication, but at the end of the day, I would have less of the good, happy emotion left to spend with my family.
When I made the commitment to neglect myself of facebook, I thought that would solve the problem. I think Aaron even went along with my theory for a while. It didn't. I have lived in Woodville 96% of my life. I have connections to every person in town and not by the six degrees of separation, but by one and at the greatest two degrees. I can't get away from my need to help those in need, I just find other ways to find the people in need, or they find me.
Giving up facebook cannot restore my emotional health! I don't know why I thought it could! (and no, don't get excited, I'm not coming back until Easter;)) However, my next, on a whim, decision to join a lent book club the day it started, could! Joining this small group of other "Martha's", other people that are normally "in the kitchen", has renewed my emotional spirit. I have to be accountable to them each week and prepare myself for our reflection time. I have to read the Bible verses and think about the challenge questions so that I can participate in the group. I have to spend time with God and I have realized that is the only way to restore my emotional spirit.
Last week our discussion was focused on times we have been in the wilderness, the deep, dark times where tempters like to come in. I spent time thinking of times I have been in the wilderness and how I was able to eventually find my way out. Some of the angels that I identified during times of my wilderness stay are family, friends, books, memories and God's love. Some of the beasts that we came up with were doubt, confusion, fear, exhaustion, depression and many, many more. When you are in the wilderness the beasts seem to bread like crazy and the angels can often seem few and far between.
I extended an invitation to a friend from college, someone that doesn't fall into the one degree of separation category! I haven't had time to spend with her recently and she is one of my friends that is always "all in". She is one of the first people to call if they hear I am not doing well, first to respond that she would love to celebrate a special occasion, there to listen if I simply want to complain the entire half hour drive home (and laugh at my too critical and too expecting outlook). Unlike the majority of my friends I have not known her since kindergarten, but no matter how many months go by without talking we can pick up right where we left off.
She texted me back that she could not meet me at the square dance. She can't meet me at the square dance because she has thyroid cancer. The first step of the treatment plan is to remove part of her thyroid (and biopsy the other part in hopes to save part of the gland). If the biopsy comes back clean they will leave part of her thyroid gland and monitor regularly. If it comes back irregular she will have to have another surgery to remove the other part of the gland. After she heals from this surgery(ies) she will receive radiation medicine to hopefully take care of the rest of the stupid cancer cells. My response to her: F THAT!!!!! Seriously, that was my first response. In the same text was also: What's the treatment plan? Do you want to talk? And I love you...but my first response was F That. I am so over cancer right now! I wanted to throw my phone!
My friend is not even 30 yet. She is supposed to be looking forward to wrapping up her school year so that she can play all summer with her little man that is only a couple years old and cook out with her wonderful husband. She is supposed to be shopping for her trip to Las Vegas with 7 other young women. Now she has to have a fairly major operation, radiation and hormone therapy forever. NOT FAIR!
I still want to throw something, but I know that it is not going to help. What will help my friend are all the things that I have been learning in the past week and will continue to learn in the weeks to come. Since I am more able to identify the beasts and more aware of their presence, I can be quicker to throw them out (instead of my phone)! I am more able to invite the angels in and they can help defend against the beasts. I will find my way to the light much easier and quicker with the angels by my side.
I can't wait until I get to go see my beautiful friend, Julie Ann, so that I can cry with her and be mad with her, but most importantly so that I can help her identify some of her angels and beasts. I am so thankful that I took the time out of my day on Ash Wednesday to be like "Mary", pray and listen to God. That I took the time to listen to him speak to me and tell me to learn more about Him because He is the one that can restore my spirit. Happy to that I feel renewed, whole and ready to help my friend fight away her beasts! This type of cancer has very favorable odds with early detection and treatment...hopefully the next time I get the cancer news my first response will be "God loves you, is with you and will help you get out of the wilderness. I will too!"
Please pray for my friend. For her strength, for her faith, for her family, for her to feel God's love. And yes, Jess, A prayer for a cure for cancer too!!!
First surgery (and biopsy collection) complete (3/23/11)and awake in recovery room via Andrea. Wait, hope and pray for good biopsy of the other part of the gland. Hope and pray for a quick recovery and minimal side effects from the radiation medicine.
UPDATE: Starts her raditation today (5/3). She can not be around anyone for 3 days and anyone under 12 for an additional 7...this includes her handsome young toddler. Gets a scan (5/12) to make sure the stupid c-word isn't anywhere else in her way too young for c-word body. Prayers, please.
During lent some Christians choose to face these deeper, darker passages in the Bible in an attempt to come away feeling more connected with God by sharing treasures with God. In life that is not how it always works. Most of the time we don't CHOOSE to go into the wilderness. Most of the time our periods of darkness and periods of time left alone in our head are not by conscious decision, but instead by circumstance. The darkness suddenly appears (POOF) with the news of cancer, the loss of a loved one, an unexpected hospital stay.
I decided to give up facebook because I was feeling emotionally drained. I would read a story about someone that was in the wilderness and I would feel their pain. I would imagine myself in their situation and my head would spin, tears would well in my eyes, and I would email them or call them, causing me to feel even more emotionally invested in their struggle. In the end, I think both parties benefited from the communication, but at the end of the day, I would have less of the good, happy emotion left to spend with my family.
When I made the commitment to neglect myself of facebook, I thought that would solve the problem. I think Aaron even went along with my theory for a while. It didn't. I have lived in Woodville 96% of my life. I have connections to every person in town and not by the six degrees of separation, but by one and at the greatest two degrees. I can't get away from my need to help those in need, I just find other ways to find the people in need, or they find me.
Giving up facebook cannot restore my emotional health! I don't know why I thought it could! (and no, don't get excited, I'm not coming back until Easter;)) However, my next, on a whim, decision to join a lent book club the day it started, could! Joining this small group of other "Martha's", other people that are normally "in the kitchen", has renewed my emotional spirit. I have to be accountable to them each week and prepare myself for our reflection time. I have to read the Bible verses and think about the challenge questions so that I can participate in the group. I have to spend time with God and I have realized that is the only way to restore my emotional spirit.
Last week our discussion was focused on times we have been in the wilderness, the deep, dark times where tempters like to come in. I spent time thinking of times I have been in the wilderness and how I was able to eventually find my way out. Some of the angels that I identified during times of my wilderness stay are family, friends, books, memories and God's love. Some of the beasts that we came up with were doubt, confusion, fear, exhaustion, depression and many, many more. When you are in the wilderness the beasts seem to bread like crazy and the angels can often seem few and far between.
I extended an invitation to a friend from college, someone that doesn't fall into the one degree of separation category! I haven't had time to spend with her recently and she is one of my friends that is always "all in". She is one of the first people to call if they hear I am not doing well, first to respond that she would love to celebrate a special occasion, there to listen if I simply want to complain the entire half hour drive home (and laugh at my too critical and too expecting outlook). Unlike the majority of my friends I have not known her since kindergarten, but no matter how many months go by without talking we can pick up right where we left off.
She texted me back that she could not meet me at the square dance. She can't meet me at the square dance because she has thyroid cancer. The first step of the treatment plan is to remove part of her thyroid (and biopsy the other part in hopes to save part of the gland). If the biopsy comes back clean they will leave part of her thyroid gland and monitor regularly. If it comes back irregular she will have to have another surgery to remove the other part of the gland. After she heals from this surgery(ies) she will receive radiation medicine to hopefully take care of the rest of the stupid cancer cells. My response to her: F THAT!!!!! Seriously, that was my first response. In the same text was also: What's the treatment plan? Do you want to talk? And I love you...but my first response was F That. I am so over cancer right now! I wanted to throw my phone!
My friend is not even 30 yet. She is supposed to be looking forward to wrapping up her school year so that she can play all summer with her little man that is only a couple years old and cook out with her wonderful husband. She is supposed to be shopping for her trip to Las Vegas with 7 other young women. Now she has to have a fairly major operation, radiation and hormone therapy forever. NOT FAIR!
I still want to throw something, but I know that it is not going to help. What will help my friend are all the things that I have been learning in the past week and will continue to learn in the weeks to come. Since I am more able to identify the beasts and more aware of their presence, I can be quicker to throw them out (instead of my phone)! I am more able to invite the angels in and they can help defend against the beasts. I will find my way to the light much easier and quicker with the angels by my side.
I can't wait until I get to go see my beautiful friend, Julie Ann, so that I can cry with her and be mad with her, but most importantly so that I can help her identify some of her angels and beasts. I am so thankful that I took the time out of my day on Ash Wednesday to be like "Mary", pray and listen to God. That I took the time to listen to him speak to me and tell me to learn more about Him because He is the one that can restore my spirit. Happy to that I feel renewed, whole and ready to help my friend fight away her beasts! This type of cancer has very favorable odds with early detection and treatment...hopefully the next time I get the cancer news my first response will be "God loves you, is with you and will help you get out of the wilderness. I will too!"
Please pray for my friend. For her strength, for her faith, for her family, for her to feel God's love. And yes, Jess, A prayer for a cure for cancer too!!!
First surgery (and biopsy collection) complete (3/23/11)and awake in recovery room via Andrea. Wait, hope and pray for good biopsy of the other part of the gland. Hope and pray for a quick recovery and minimal side effects from the radiation medicine.
UPDATE: Starts her raditation today (5/3). She can not be around anyone for 3 days and anyone under 12 for an additional 7...this includes her handsome young toddler. Gets a scan (5/12) to make sure the stupid c-word isn't anywhere else in her way too young for c-word body. Prayers, please.
Rough morning
Seeing my uncle two days in a row...and him repeatedly telling me how much I'm like my Dad (impatient, too expecting, grumpy when I'm hungry...were the three that reminded him during our visits) has made it a rather difficult morning. The mood I'm in this morning has me reading my favorite blog post ever.
Thanks Lis.
When I read it I feel all the things she puts into words over again, but at the end I smile and think of the next time we'll get to pass the milk together. Hopefully soon when my cousins from Cali come:)
Miss you Dad.
Julie's surgery is today...prayers for successful removal of the yucky C word.
Thanks Lis.
When I read it I feel all the things she puts into words over again, but at the end I smile and think of the next time we'll get to pass the milk together. Hopefully soon when my cousins from Cali come:)
Miss you Dad.
Julie's surgery is today...prayers for successful removal of the yucky C word.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Facebook Withdrawal Week 2
Feeling more disconnected from the world this week.
I received a text yesterday from "Facebook" asking me to come back...after I figured out who it was I wanted to log on because he cracks me up with his humor on everyones posts:) But I didn't!
Even more importantly I'm going to miss the facebook announcement from one of my bestest friends:( I am so excited for her!! But she knows it, so I guess I'm not really going to miss anything!
No time to log on at home with the nice weather! We were outside from 5-8 last night...it was great! Conference with Uncle Paul about our wall reinforcement project (and more importantly our extended patio:))! Sounds like we're going to start the dig soon:)
Nothing worth posting on fb this week that I can recall other than the following:
Slide show of Mr. Young's journey thus far in his 40 years of life was hysterical! Mullets galore!!
Supremely enjoyed my coffee and toast date with the most handsome man in my life, Keegan Lee while the girls were at Sunday School:) Camille was so stinkin' cute singing at church (OFF KEY, waving and stomping the entire performance)!
Oh and the updates on my other lent commitments...still no smokey treats despite the pack in my garage that someone should not have purchased (not me)! And continuing to enjoy the nightly readings in my lent book and Bible.
I received a text yesterday from "Facebook" asking me to come back...after I figured out who it was I wanted to log on because he cracks me up with his humor on everyones posts:) But I didn't!
Even more importantly I'm going to miss the facebook announcement from one of my bestest friends:( I am so excited for her!! But she knows it, so I guess I'm not really going to miss anything!
No time to log on at home with the nice weather! We were outside from 5-8 last night...it was great! Conference with Uncle Paul about our wall reinforcement project (and more importantly our extended patio:))! Sounds like we're going to start the dig soon:)
Nothing worth posting on fb this week that I can recall other than the following:
Slide show of Mr. Young's journey thus far in his 40 years of life was hysterical! Mullets galore!!
Supremely enjoyed my coffee and toast date with the most handsome man in my life, Keegan Lee while the girls were at Sunday School:) Camille was so stinkin' cute singing at church (OFF KEY, waving and stomping the entire performance)!
Oh and the updates on my other lent commitments...still no smokey treats despite the pack in my garage that someone should not have purchased (not me)! And continuing to enjoy the nightly readings in my lent book and Bible.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Outrunning CF
Most of you know that I over-volunteer (which isn't a word, but whatever)! I can't help it! One of the causes I feel strongly about is finding a cure for cystic fibrosis. Mostly because I never want my friends to have to write a blog like this:
Not so bright & Shiny
So many prayers for Sarah Jones and her boys on earth and in heaven!! Prayers for the other families that have lost a loved one to this horrible disease. Prayers for the Slates and Ty's cousin. Prayers for the rest of the families fighting the disease!
If you're able to donate to the cause you can do so here:
My CFF Donation page
Great big thank you to my walk donors: Michelle, Kurt and Liam Rood, Phil Kayden, Mark, Susannah and Titan Warren, Melody and Johnny Bedford, Barb and Rick Runion, Abbie Lake!!!
Not so bright & Shiny
So many prayers for Sarah Jones and her boys on earth and in heaven!! Prayers for the other families that have lost a loved one to this horrible disease. Prayers for the Slates and Ty's cousin. Prayers for the rest of the families fighting the disease!
If you're able to donate to the cause you can do so here:
My CFF Donation page
Great big thank you to my walk donors: Michelle, Kurt and Liam Rood, Phil Kayden, Mark, Susannah and Titan Warren, Melody and Johnny Bedford, Barb and Rick Runion, Abbie Lake!!!
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