Visit to the ER

It was to my surprise to learn that I dislocated an arm at just a few years old. I have no memory of it whatsoever. My mother says that she took me to the doctor, and all I did was flinch a bit when he reset it. No tears.

So when it was all I could do to hold back tears while trying to breathe last Thursday night, Mom figured something was probably not quite right. My usually-high tolerance for pain was being stretched. Each inhale brought a knife-stabbing pain in my chest, and I had to resort to breathing very quick, short breaths. My parents decided it was time for a hospital visit, so we all hopped, skipped, jumped, or gasped (in my case) to the car for the ten-minute ride to the hospital.

Today's God-Story

It's one of those days when I feel like dancing, jumping, preaching, laughing & yelling out, GOD IS GOOD! I will share a couple of neat ways God showed Himself present with me today as I worked. Partnership development for my Albania ministry is now fully underway, and in just a week God has pointed out His guiding hand in several ways... trying to get it into my incredibly slow and dense mind that this is HIS work and not mine, and that I need to quite worrying, for God's sake... and I mean that last phrase quite literally, no irreverence intended!