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The Devil isn’t the only liar! (part 4)

Please pray for Sarah – God is more than able to heal. Cancer is NOT from God – we bind it in Jesus Name and command it to leave. Lord, release your miraculous healing in Jesus Name!

My Thoughts about Revival

Lies.By Pastor Jeff,

Well its been a few days since I did my last blog on “Lies” and a lot has happened that made me step back a bit. I promised a more up beat message and that’s what you will get with this blog. Since then I found out that the doctors have diagnosed that my youngest daughters’ cancer has returned and that the prognosis is not good. I’m not calling the doctors a liar as they go by what they can see and past history as they diagnose patients. But I serve a God who is above past history, of what can be seen, for we find in Isaiah 53:4-5, “Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him…

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Love Waits

I wrote this poem 8 months ago as I sat in the waiting room with my husband, my kids, and my father. My step mom was going in to have part of her lung removed for cancer. I have never seen my dad in a waiting room of a hospital – ever. He hates hospitals. Yet he came, he sat, he waited. We held hands and prayed together before she1 Corinthians 13 went in. We were all in tears. We brought her a prayer cloth from church. More tears.

And we went to the waiting room. To wait. And trust. That God had it under control and no matter what happened, He would hold her in His arms. And it would be ok.

My dad’s love for my stepmom touched my heart that day. My dad is not a talker. He is kind, gentle, and would do anything for anyone. It wasn’t always that way – but things changed. He is not who he used to be. And neither am I.

My dad showed me that day that love sits, love endures, love waits. He taught me that day – in his sitting and waiting and silence.

I saw that same love with my father-in-law and my mother-in-law as well. Opa and Oma have shown me what real love looks like too. I was speechless as he sat by her side those last days, and was just there. The love they have lasts forever. Love is not bound by life in this world – love is stronger than death and cancer and surgery. Love is forever.

 

Love Waits

Copyright 2014 Diana Rasmussen

Revolving door

In and out

People moving

All about

Plastic cups

Brown tweed carpet

Old magazines

Daytime soaps

Instant coffee

Kleenex boxes

Poster boards

promising a cure

People talking

people texting

Vending machine

Reception desk

Blue smocked Doctors

Nurses in scrubs

Watching

Praying

Love watches

Love sits

Love waits

Johnna, my daughter, is PUBLISHED!

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The Southern Lakes Anthology is a writing and art contest for third through eighth graders in all of Southern Wisconsin. Each school district may enter only 24 pieces for this competition.  Entries are submitted and judged at the district level. From there, they go to the regional-level judging to compete against their peers from other area school districts in the Southern Lakes region.

This is put on by the Whitewater Talented and Gifted Network. Students in participating districts can submit one of three types of writing–poetry, prose, or illustrated writing–for possible inclusion in the Southern Lakes Anthology. Yesterday was the awards ceremony for the winners from 32 different school districts.  

The theme this year was “MAKE A MARK” .  Here is Johnna’s winning poem, I am so proud of her!  I believe she was the only 8th grader from the Milton School District to make it!

SPOTS OF DESPAIR

© 2013 Johnna Walsh

Marks,
red, splotchy, cancer-filled marks.
When we found out,
we left marks.
Hot tears streaming down our faces,
our noses stuffy,
our eyes puffy.
Doctors tried to help,
they only left more marks,
scars, stitches, and staple marks.
You left a mark on us,
Not a visible mark,
the kind of emotional mark you can’t see.
We left a mark on you.
We could tell by the way you clutched our hands as you passed.
Life is nothing but a bunch of marks.
One day, a mark could come along and destroy you inside and out.

Johnna, my daughter, is PUBLISHED! “Spots of Despair”

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The Southern Lakes Anthology is a writing and art contest for third through eighth graders in all of Southern Wisconsin. Each school district may enter only 24 pieces for this competition.  Entries are submitted and judged at the district level. From there, they go to the regional-level judging to compete against their peers from other area school districts in the Southern Lakes region.

This is put on by the Whitewater Talented and Gifted Network. Students in participating districts can submit one of three types of writing–poetry, prose, or illustrated writing–for possible inclusion in the Southern Lakes Anthology. Yesterday was the awards ceremony for the winners from 32 different school districts.  

The theme this year was “MAKE A MARK” .  Here is Johnna’s winning poem, I am so proud of her!  I believe she was the only 8th grader from the Milton School District to make it!

SPOTS OF DESPAIR

© 2013 Johnna Walsh

Marks,
red, splotchy, cancer-filled marks.
When we found out,
we left marks.
Hot tears streaming down our faces,
our noses stuffy,
our eyes puffy.
Doctors tried to help,
they only left more marks,
scars, stitches, and staple marks.
You left a mark on us,
Not a visible mark,
the kind of emotional mark you can’t see.
We left a mark on you.
We could tell by the way you clutched our hands as you passed.
Life is nothing but a bunch of marks.
One day, a mark could come along and destroy you inside and out.