I just listened to a song we need to learn for this Saturday's gig....it's that Ray Charles tune:   "If I Could'

Wow, it really put me in a melancholy mood....I'm really missing the relationships with my three oldest.  Not communicating goes against the grain of who I am.  I just found out last night that one of mine is thinking of doing missionary work for two years overseas.  I encouraged it.  I've been thinking about it all day today, and then I heard that song.  Love is powerful. 

I was at my friend Kathy's last night doing laundry of all things.  (Our washer broke).  We got to talking about giving and how we get back so much when we give of ourselves.  I'm blessed to know that woman.   She's taught me alot about LIVING life.  She has such positive energy.  She just lost her job last week...one of the many results of Michigans' auto industry situation....now, she's doubling up on chemo treatments while she has insurance.  I couldn't be there for her Saturday night because I was in Port Huron on a gig.  She was sick sick sick.  Last night, I made her some rice, so we ate it together and watched TV on her bed.  We were cracking each other up, as usual.  She's one of those friends who I can tell anything to and she won't judge.  I feel like ME with her.  Even when she's down, she still makes it her mission to stay positive and be in service to other people.  Since I've known her, I have very little tolerance for people who don't take action, and blame others for thier problems.  Hope is powerful.

This afternoon, when I was waiting for the kids in the school parking lot, I read the front page of today's Monroe Evening News about a woman I know, Cyndi Barnett, who donated her kidney last year to a man from Isreal.  She learned about his failing health in a newsletter, and she felt called by God to donate.   She explains how God spoke to her in her kitchen, and the more she thought about it, the more joy filled her heart.  She spent 2 months in Isreal for the surgery.  Both are healthy today.  The man, Neriyah Aribov, named his youngest daughter Cindi in honor of her.  God had plans for her.  Yep.  I totally understand this because I've been spoken to also.   Faith is powerful.

Lately, I've been reminded about being more of a giver.  I'm signing off now, to go visit Grandma Adams.

 

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