Thankful
I am so thankful for prayer. I’m also thankful for growth. A few years ago you couldn’t pay me to be vulnerable and reach out for help as I did yesterday. However, I learned over the years that simply asking can change everything. It still amazes me when I ask my bff for something and she says "ok". Ok. That’s it. Nothing else behind it. No questions asked, nothing, just ok. Years ago I would simply push people away or get an attitude with them because I would expect for them to know what I need and give it to me. When I saw them giving it to someone else, I would get angry. Then one day I had a long conversation with God and he said "you have not because you ask not". And I was dumbfounded. I went out on a limb, emotions visibly on my sleeve and told a friend that I needed extra love and attention for a few days because I was in a place where…well, I just needed it. She said "okay", and gave it to me. Then something bigger happened…she asked me for the same thing when she needed it, and I gave it to her. Our friendship deepend so much during that time. It was no longer simply a surface friendship, it was deeper. Before you know it I was doing this in all my friendships, and now life is so much sweeter.
I say all of that to say, my mom is doing better. She went into surgery this morning and they removed a blockage near her heart. I asked for prayer, and you all prayed. The prayers I received were so sweet to my eyes, so fragrant. My prayer warriors were so confident and sure that it made me confident and sure. You all helped me build up my faith, and I can’t thank you enough for that. I’m so happy to see that out God is still in the miracle working business.
What a mighty, mighty, mighty God we serve!
Tonight J and I are going to 1) drink some moscatto 2) continue our LOST marathon and 3) enjoy some of the chicken noodle soup he cooked yesterday. It was so yummy! He did a fab job!
God Speed,
Reina
I’m glad your Mom is doing better, and I hope she will continue to improve from the surgery! *hugs*
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