My Father's Touch

Hello to everyone and thank you for praying!!

We are going to pray this cancer out of my body!!

Well, how did that picture get in there??? I just don't know. BMW goes around the country each year and let's people test drive their cars; about 18 or 19 of them, and for every mile you test drive, they donate a dollar to the Susan G. Komen Foundation. I still can't drive, but a friend took me down there. I was just pretending I drove it.

This month has not been that exciting. Not in the hospital getting fluids every other day or anything like that.

I did find out that both of my neices baby's are good and healthy! Praise the Lord. I'm going to be a Great Aunt again, and again, and again, and again. Yes, I think that's right. One neice (Heather) has 2 with 1 on the way and the other neice (Holly) has her first one on the way. I was born late in the family!

Everything else seems to be going good. My dog is driving me crazy. No one told me that rat terriors are the wildest dogs made! I think she can jump 10 feet high some times. Well, that may be a little exacuration, but almost. And her toe nails -- oh my -- sharp as a stick pin. I ask the vet if they could cut them back anymore, as I stand there with scratches all over my body, and he said no, that's just how rat terriors toe nails are. Great! I said, wonderful. What else do I not know about rat terriors -- well, rat terrior/beagle mix. But then I just love her and laugh at her and she just loves me unconditionally. If I'm not feeling good, she wants to lay right there beside me or on me. She'll go outside and come straight back in to where I am. And she loves it outside. She will run from one side to the other, as fast as she can; and every once and a while she'll bark up in the air -- like this is my territory!! The other day, I kept hearing this beautiful chirping from some birds near my bedroom window. So, I slowly open the curtain so as to not scare them away; and it was redheaded woodpeckers. But they were pecking (every now and then) but just snging so pretty. Then I looked down and there was my dog (Bella) (that is her name, so if I refer to Bella or tell Bella stories, that's who I'm talking about) But she was looking up at those birds so intently. Now, I'm pretty it was because she wanted to eat them and they were too high and not because of the pretty singing. But I don't know - she's so smart. :)

I don't go to the doctor for another couple of weeks, so I'm just taking my chemo by mouth now and all this other medicine. He gave me something to increase my appetite. I didn't think I would ever need anything like that. After radiation I just started losing and I'm way down.

I want to come to New Orleans and visit so bad -- it may be a possibility soon - who knows??

I want to leave you with a poem that came to me one night. I go through stages of discouragement and times of happiness. I hope people see more happieness in me. But some people say they are glad that I get down, so they don't feel bad when they get down. But anyway, the LORD just spoke to me and I wrote it down. I wanted to share it with you:

MY FATHER'S TOUCH

LORD, you have taught me so much.
I cannot imagine You, my Lord and Savior
would use your time to give me a touch.

A touch that could heal me or
A touch that might not heal me, if you wish.

Not that's what I want. I want your will for me.
Now I see, I was so blind and busy to see
But all I want now is Your will to see.

It's not my will that You seek and died on the cross for;
It's Your will and Your will alone that I adore.

You adore it when You see us praying and reading Your Word
You adore it when you hear us singing ;
And especially adore it when one of Your lost falls to their knees
and cries LORD,LORD save me.

I may not understand why this is happening to me,
But I know You are holding my hand.
I may not understand why this is happening to me,
But I know You hold me when I cry.
I may not understand, but Father, You have taught me
To feel Your touch.

Father, I know this is not about me, but about the lost,
I'm just a vessel, not worthy of the assignment,
But if I had to d it all over again, just to feel My Father'Touch again;
I WOULD.

Kim Wilson

Please continue to pray for complete healing.

Pray I can be a witness to the lost wherever I go

Pray that whatever I do reflects the Father

Pray that I can be still and listen and Pray that for yourselves as well

Thank you all again for your encouragement,

support, and especially prayers.

I'll see if I can get a picture of Bella in here. :) I don't know if you can see it or not, but this is my friend Eddie trying to get a Santa's hat on her. It didn't work.

The next pictures are ones I took recently out in my yard here. It was so pretty that day. The LORD makes such beautiful things, if we will just look.

I can't get them all to show up. If I figure it out, I'll send more. :)