tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90567116441406736092024-03-13T20:17:46.922-07:00Not AccidentallyI once read that a coincidence was when God provided a miracle and choses to remain anonymous.
How often do these happen in our daily lives and we chose to ignore them?
This blog has been created to share those daily "coincidences"not accidentally tuesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09174914867738115300noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056711644140673609.post-84869390651954262982012-04-18T17:04:00.004-07:002012-04-19T12:43:13.637-07:00Stroke intervention<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4KYKs9SgU8/T49Tcf-cHVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RRSIx-0teis/s1600/Unknown.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4KYKs9SgU8/T49Tcf-cHVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RRSIx-0teis/s1600/Unknown.jpeg" /></a></div><h3><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was weekday morning,<br />
September 17, 2008.</span></h3><br />
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I woke up feeling fine and had plans on going to the gym with my friend Linda. <br />
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We planned on my driving and leaving around 9.<br />
I had started to get a headache but thought it was probably that I had just not eaten.<br />
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The closer it got to 9 the worse my head hurt so I called Linda and let her know I didn't think I would go.<br />
She offered to drive so I said to come on over.<br />
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By the time she got to the house my head was throbbing so I decided not to go at all.<br />
Then I remembered...<br />
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Linda and I both enjoy sewing.<br />
I had finished my granddaughter a dress and took a picture of it before putting it in the mail. <br />
I sat down at the computer screen and brought up the picture. <br />
I looked at Linda and remember saying "something is just not right"<br />
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I stood up to walk into the livingroom and slumped to the floor.<br />
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From then on the memories are sketchy. <br />
The pain was gone but I felt I was in a complete fog.<br />
Linda called my husband then the paramedics.<br />
I can remember being curled in a ball on the floor, unable to move.<br />
I remember Linda sitting and reading scripture.<br />
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When the paramedics arrived there were two hospitals they could take me to.<br />
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<b>The choice made a life changing difference in my life.</b><br />
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They decided because my husband would be driving from the East to go to the hospital closer to where he was.<br />
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After tests to see if I had a brain hemorrhage, the ER decided I had a blood clot causing a stroke.<br />
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That hospital had a stroke intervention drug called TPA <br />
<h1 class="firstHeading" id="firstHeading" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; color: black; font-size: 1.6em; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><span dir="auto"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tissue_plasminogen_activator">Tissue plasminogen activator</a></span></span></h1>on hand. We found out later the other hospital did not have this drug. There is only a three hour window for this drug to be fully effective and by the time all the drive and tests were done, it had been 2 hr 45 minutes.<br />
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<h1 class="firstHeading" id="firstHeading" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; color: black; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The drug has a 5% chance of fatality but the choice was easy. As my husband tried to explain to me what was happening, some of what I remember was crying, I had no movement, and speech was just grunts.</span></h1><h1 class="firstHeading" id="firstHeading" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; color: black; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: auto;">I knew I didn't want to live in that state for the remainder of my life and although I couldn't say, I agreed with my husbands decision on my behalf, to try the drug.</h1><br />
Within the hour I was able to talk, lift my arms and move my legs.<br />
I was kept in the hospital for a few days and by the time I went home, although weak I was back to normal.<br />
You might notice, it has been a long time between this and the last entry. One of the children in my sisters church in Kansas lost her battle to cancer. It really threw all of us for a loop. Why.<br />
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I don't understand why God allowed me to be spared, and others not to be,<br />
maybe just to tell <b>you</b> of <b>His Great love</b>.<br />
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Blessings,<br />
Debbie<br />
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<a href="http://bloggerspirit.blogspot.com/">Spiritual Sunday</a>not accidentally tuesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09174914867738115300noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056711644140673609.post-39980318906967245502011-09-20T07:59:00.000-07:002011-09-20T08:02:17.414-07:00Voice Lessons<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: medium;">PSALM 100: vs. 1 - 2</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: medium;">"Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands."<br />
"Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing."</span></div><br />
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I had always loved to sing but never thought I was talented enough to join our choir. We have a very progressive and contempory sound, guitars, drums. I thought maybe someday I could join them.<br />
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I had decided to step out in faith (this was so difficult) find a voice teacher and take lessons. I found a teacher and I drove to her home, my heart just pounding--didn't know what to expect. She was really cordial and she had to decide if was even worth her while to give me lessons, I had to just start singing a song so she could here my range. She said I did have potential and took me on as a student. I did weeks of trills before I actually sang anything. I took lessons for a year.<br />
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One day (NOT ACCIDENTALLY) a friend of mine at church who had no idea I had taken lessons asked me to audition for the choir. We had gone to church together years before in a small little church and we sang carols together in the Christmas Programs. <br />
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The day came to audition and I took a tape that my teacher had played on the piano. It was a beautiful song and I sang the lyrics. Our director said wonderful and your "in".<br />
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Our lives at church have not been the same since that day. As a result we have been involved in "cell" groups within the choir, we are now in a life group and have 16 people in our home twice a month to do "life" together learning how to live a great christian life.<br />
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As a result of making so many friends we are active in many other areas of the church.<br />
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That ONE conversation from a dear friend has enriched how we worship and how we fill our days.<br />
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Our choir at a special service on 9-11--Honoring Heros.<br />
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"We're going up to Heaven on the Happy Day Express<br />
The letters on the engine spell J E S U S<br />
The guard call "All for Heaven!"<br />
We gladly answer YES<br />
We're going up to Heaven on the Happy Day Express"<br />
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</div>We were planning a large event at the military chapel for their Easter Outreach.<br />
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We had a beautiful little girl who was two and a son only 2 months old.<br />
For the program we wanted a backdrop so I designed a banner using 5 queen size sheets sewn together.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bob and his ventriloquist dummy, Brother Sincere, at the end of the program. <br />
The lady was the head of the childrens programs for the chapel.<br />
This is a small section of the banner.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>It was a huge undertaking to do the quilting there was,<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">a train engine (with the Letters JESUS)</div><div style="text-align: center;">coal car</div><div style="text-align: center;"> pasanger car with windows flaps on the windows to to use for puppets</div><div style="text-align: center;">and a caboose.</div><br />
On the morning plannned for some other ladies to come by to help quilt the finished cars onto the sheets I woke up so sick to my stomach. I had to have a neighbor watch our children. I called the ladies to cancel and they insisted on coming anyway. "just sleep it off on the couch and we will do the work." I don't even remember answering the door. I guess I was really out of it with a horrid headache, vomiting and a fever so they called my husband and then took me to the military hospital. <br />
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I do remember being on a gurney, and a few words like issolation and 107. <br />
My husband says when he arrived it looked really bad, they had padded the door so it wouldn't shut because the sound made me cry out in pain.What he didn't understand the peace he had.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Here was his wife, the mother of his two babies, </div><div style="text-align: center;">possibly dying </div><div style="text-align: center;">yet feeling that God was in control.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>He had called some friends and they experienced the same feeling, trying to pray and just a peace that God was in control.<br />
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Spinal taps were done and they came out normal even though they were sure it was Spinal menigitis.<br />
I was put in a room, on IV's and they tried to get the fever down.<br />
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<div id="editorText" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 13px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 8px;"><b style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Hyperpyrexia is an excessive and unusual elevation of set body temperature greater than or equal to 41.1 °C (106 °F), or extremely high fever. Such a high temperature is considered a medical emergency. It differs from hyperthermia in that in hyperthermia the body temperature is too high above the set point, whereas in hyperpyrexia the body's temperature regulation mechanism sets the normal body temperature too high. It is very often fatal </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"><a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How_high_can_the_temperature_be_before_you_die#ixzz1VmagNxaw" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #003399; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How_high_can_the_temperature_be_before_you_die</a></span></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;">I had actually lost use of my left side. Three days later,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;">YES I said THREE</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;">, the doctor came in to the room and said "I don't know what you had, We didn't do anything but ice baths, asprin and liquids, but you are back to normal and can go home." </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 12px;">God is a God of Miricales and sometimes we don't even have to ask if it was a coincidence or accident. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 12px;">We know God was in control.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 12px;">Blessings, Debbie</span><br />
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We wait in hope for the LORD; <br />
he is our help and our shield. </div></div><br />
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One evening when my children were little, I was visiting my parents and went home around 8:00 pm. My husband was a firefighter and I would often have dinner with them instead of eating alone.<br />
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To get to our house there was one major intersection with a stoplight. I consider myself a cautious driver but had often just trusted the green light. This night my light was green but as I approached the light I slowed down to almost a COMPLETE STOP. For no reason really. Suddenly a driver ran the red light going about 70mph. After he sped by and I managed to get through my green light I had to pull my car over. I was shaking and crying and thanking God for protecting my little family.<br />
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This was NOT ACCIDENTALLY. This experience has affected the way I drive to this day. I always look to see if the other driver is aware of his light!!! And now with people talking on their cell phones and texting, it's even more important. Thank you Jesus for looking after us that night.<br />
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Ann<br />
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</div> As we live this messy thing called life we must look at experiences and find the lesson that God intends to teach. I cannot explain why bad things happen to good people and why some prayer requests seem to go unanswered. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">We experienced a great loss in our church family recently. A precious 6 year old girl, Annie, died after a 10 month battle with a rare brain cancer. She, her parents and her sister fought hard against the disease that took her little body. The funeral was such a testimony of love and the compassion of Christ. This family was shaken but not defeated. You may ask why I’m bringing this up - - - it may seem insignificant the stories shared through our blog – not accidentally and you may question what difference does it make if God seemingly answers prayers about a pair of capris and a dress for me when a child dies - - - </div><div class="MsoNormal">Well, the only answer I have is – what do good people do when bad things happen? Our pastor addressed our church with this statement the Sunday after the funeral service and I felt a rush of peace. Satan is roaming this earth striking down people – how do we handle these situations in our daily lives? That is the question. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I can’t explain life or death, happiness or agony – however, I can say this; God is the ONLY answer for our pain or suffering and he is the only one that can wipe our tears and fill our lives with joy again.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I want to share an experience in my life; not accidentally!</div><div class="MsoNormal">My sister Ann & I were traveling to see our 81 year old aunt get married! Our 83 year old mother was the maid of honor – it was early May 2010. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The drive to West Plains, MO from our home in Kansas City, KS is about 5 hours. We left after work and started the trip listening to K-Love (Christian radio!!). We were singing along on the Cable channel and didn’t notice the terrible weather rolling in. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The sky became very dark and clouds were tumbling above us. The storm was all around us. The lightening seemed to be on every side – we were frightened. We had just passed through Clinton, MO which is only about 1 ½ hours into the 5 hour trip ahead. We turned on a local radio station just in time to hear the tornado warning – the storm was in Clinton, MO and heading south. The storm was literally just behind us. We contemplated pulling off the road and waiting out the storm but agreed maybe we should keep going. The clouds were yellow-green and everything seemed still outside our windows. My car has a sun roof and we could see the rolling sky above the car. Honestly, it looked like we were in the eye of the storm – we could see the threatening weather all around us. We kept driving. We went through Collins, MO and then Springfield, MO. Not a drop of rain on our car! The radio kept warning of strong winds, hail, torrential rain and tornado clouds – we kept driving. We turned east from Springfield, MO and headed down 60 Highway – the radio now warned of threatening weather heading toward AVA, MO and West Plains, MO. The storm was following us and leading us– still not a drop of rain on our car. We could see the wind, rain and exploding clouds all around us; but we were in the calm of the storm. We talked about the situation and thought maybe this was how Moses felt crossing the river on dry land with the children of Israel! We called our mother to give an update on our location and they were taking cover in the basement – tornadoes were touching down all around them – hail the size of quarters had hit just west of them. We were headed right for it. Ann & I prayed for safety and wisdom – should we keep going or stop for cover? After a few minutes we decided that God had brought us this far and we needed to trust him for safe travel. Even in the darkest night, the roughest storm can be an opportunity for us to draw strength and trust in the safety of his arms. We made it safe and sound to moms that night and shared our experience with everyone at the wedding. It was a beautiful ceremony and we were thankful to have shared that day with Ruby and John. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Annie’s parents lifted our hearts at the funeral of their little one. What a testimony of love and trust – I know that bad things do happen to good people and perhaps the real purpose of life is to learn how to trust even through the storms.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Peace be with you all even if you are in the middle of your own storm today. Lori</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-65ZX-X7b1oQ/ThxkKeBl6fI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8Cv3iwqa7jg/s1600/Unknown-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-65ZX-X7b1oQ/ThxkKeBl6fI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8Cv3iwqa7jg/s320/Unknown-1.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">In the spring of 1970 I was a senior in high school. </div><div style="text-align: center;">At that time I was in charge of our small church youth group. </div><div style="text-align: center;">To raise money for a missions project we were having a church yard sale. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have to be honest, I was not the best in leadership at that point in my life!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That morning I showed up at the church early to set up the tables and acquired boxes of stuff. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I expected others to show and was quite disappointed when I realized the only one's showing up were me, myself and I. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Unless you want to count my little sister Lori who was 9 </div><div style="text-align: center;">and her best friend who was also 9, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I was on my own.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>My attitude turned worse the later it got. Where was everyone?</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Around noon a mother and her children showed up bearing cold sandwiches for lunch. I was quite ungrateful and left with sister and friend in tow to get a burger and fries.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh if we could only take back some of those moments in life!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I drove my 1956 brown Chevy to Smacks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-apgYcRcrsiI/ThxpgZedecI/AAAAAAAAAHw/16FSrMopXbc/s1600/Scanned+Image+111930001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-apgYcRcrsiI/ThxpgZedecI/AAAAAAAAAHw/16FSrMopXbc/s320/Scanned+Image+111930001.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I was ready to order when Lori decided she needed to pay for her own. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The problem was she had gotten her dollar stuck in the belly of her glass piggy bank.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That did it! I lost my temper which quite honestly was not normal for me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I took the bank.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I got out of the car.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I smashed the bank on the curb.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had not let go.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When blood started to squirt a man eating at one of the outside tables came over and gave me his napkins. He then proceeded to the trash can to throw away his uneaten lunch. I was quite a mess.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I went to the back door and asked for a towel and if I could use the phone. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After one look at my hand the owner got me in the car and drove me to the hospital.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">By the time we arrived the large towel was saturated with blood.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You are probably asking by now what in the world is not accidental about this!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Kansas City University Medical Center was across the street! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The doctors said I had cut the main artery and if I had not been close I would have bled to death.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was a lesson well learned for that young, know it all, me!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I praise God for the lesson and that he allowed it to happen where it did so I could be telling you this story so many years later.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> About 10 years ago I found the same bank, put a dollar in it and gave it to Lori at Christmas. In a letter with it I told her how sorry I was for loosing my temper and breaking her bank. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> This is when I found out that Lori had blamed herself for years.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Another lesson learned years later, don't wait till tomorrow to tell what you need to tell today.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><strong><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ecclesiastes+7:9&version=31" style="color: #651300; text-decoration: none;">Ecclesiastes 7:9</a></strong><br />
Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit, for <b>anger</b> resides in the lap of fools.</span><br />
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Several years ago my husband was in the hospital having back surgery. This one night I stayed home because I was suffering with a sore throat. I was taking penecillin at the time, had used penecillin my entire life for infections.<br />
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My sister Lori had stopped by to see my hubby and called me from his room just to see how I was feeling. I guess I didn't sound good so she stopped by our house.<br />
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I was sitting watching TV in my pajamas and she took one look at me and said OK get up, put your shoes on--we're going to the hospital. Wouldn't even let me get dressed. She said my face had doubled in size and my speech was slurred. WHAT--I didn't know any of this.<br />
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By the time we got to the hospital my legs were triple their normal size and black and blue.<br />
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I was in ANAPHLACTIC SHOCK, after a few hours I was starting to come around and stayed at the hopital for a couple of days. I can never have penicillin again, If I do it will definately kill me. My system has had lingering affects from the episode and it has caused asthma and allergies, BUT it wasn't fatal.<br />
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Do I consider that phone call a coincidence-NO.<br />
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Truly a caring family is worth everything. Thank you Lori for checking on your big sister.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P2Y1GEtIIn4/TgCalsA5KuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mx2oDppMoTg/s1600/schwetzingen-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P2Y1GEtIIn4/TgCalsA5KuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mx2oDppMoTg/s320/schwetzingen-4.jpg" width="213px" /></a></div>We decided it was a beautiful morning and my hubby and I took our little girl for a walk. We went through Schwetzingen Gardens that was about a mile from our apartment. On the walk back we stopped at a few shops. You always left the pram outside the doors of the shops when you went in. We weren't thinking about it still being chilly and the stove heater being on in the center of the shop. K was around 15 months old. <br />
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She toddled around and went to the stove and put both hands flat on the side. I still cringe when I think of it, as you might have just done. <br />
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The initial scream was horrific my Our hearts dropped when we saw her beautiful little hands immediately blister. She cried herself to sleep and we prayed as we rushed home. <br />
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Being young and uniformed we just let our sweetie sleep when we got home. <br />
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When she woke up she seemed to not be in any pain. She was her usual smiling and playful little girl. Every time she fell or picked up a toy we cringed but she just went on as if noting was wrong. The blisters lasted about 2 weeks and she never cried. She seemed to not even know they were there. I cared for them and kept them clean and<br />
remarkably<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> they didn't leave a single mark</span>.<br />
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She is a third level neo-natle nurse.<br />
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A Miracle Yes! But even in those times that they are obviously a miracle some would say it was just not as bad as it looked or that is was just accidental...<br />
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God works in mysterious ways. Money was very tight; Greg was making less in commissions and times were tough. We were trusting for better times. We were working through the Dave Ramsey Money Makeover and trying to pay down credit card charges. I felt that change was coming however never realized how dramatic our lives would change in just a few short weeks. <br />
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It was April 2010; Good Friday. Our church opened the sanctuary from 8AM – 5PM for communion. Greg and I decided to take a break from our work and we met at the church for communion and prayer. We sat in the pew and prayed together for strength and miracles in our finances and our lives; we took communion together and then returned to work. I believe this was the first step in God’s preparation for our transformation; certainly NO accident. <br />
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April 9<sup>th, </sup>2010, I attended a nursing symposium in Columbia, Missouri. The guest speaker was Fr. Nick Mezacapa who is the rector at Calvary Episcopal Church in Rochester, Minnesota. His church is across the street from the Mayo Clinic. He spoke to the nurses attending the symposium about refocusing on the important things in life, learning to view our careers as a vocation and not just a job. He spoke about learning to use the gift of a “job” as a way to minister to others. Wow – I was impressed! I started looking at my life in new ways – I wrote a mission statement for my life and started focusing on my Christian walk and how to influence others. I started using my skill as a nurse to minister to my patients. I decided that as I listened to lung and heart sounds with my stethoscope I would secretly pray for my patients. This has become my routine – and has been life changing for me. <br />
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The events leading up to the loss of my husband’s job (April 26, 2010) described in Part I of this blog, were not accidental. God NEVER gives you more than you can handle. You may be scared to the core and may even question the events but you must trust in the purpose and nurturing of our Heavenly Father. I believe that God was preparing my heart for a very difficult time that was just around the corner!! <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I waited patiently for the Lord to help me,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and He turned to me and heard my cry.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He lifted me out of the pit of dispair;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">out of the mud and the mire.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He set my feet on solid ground</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and steadied me as I walked along.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He has given me a new song to sing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a hymn of praise to our God.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Many will see what He has done and be amazed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They will put their trust in the Lord.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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This one day I wanted to play after school with a friend of mine--her name escapes me now. She lived across the 4-lane street. I asked my Mom if I could go play and she said "Ann is the patrol guard still there?". I looked -he wasn't-but my wants overtook my good sense. I told my my Mom YES. She said OK and I went out the door.<br />
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Well as I entered the street I was struck by a teenager driving a car. It struck me and knocked me 50 feet into a telephone pole. DID not run over me. My poor Mom realized what time it was and realized I had probably fibbed. Just as she reached the front door, she saw the car hit me!!!! OH MY--I can realize how she felt having had 2 children of my own.<br />
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NOW THE NOT ACCIDENTALLY part---My Mom had pulled all of my hair back into a very full pony tail that day. I had a tight permanent so there was lots of fluff and fullness in this ponytail. The doctors said this is where my head hit and took the main hit on the telephone poll. THIS IS WHAT SAVED MY LIFE, I have no doubt that my Mom had no idea why she fixed my hair this way that particular day.<br />
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I'm certain for these next few days my parents went through agony, they prayed and called out to God to save my life and not have any long term results.<br />
I was in a coma for about 4 days they tell me. I had no long term affects from the accident. About 2 weeks after the accident My Dad became a CHRISTIAN.<br />
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It was Sunday, September 15,1968. Bob had graduated from high school and moved to Kansas City to attend the 6 weeks, hands on, part of a computer class he had taken over the summer. The town he lived in was 300 miles from KC.<br />
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He was renting a small apartment and didn't have a car in town yet. <br />
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That Sunday morning he looked up a church in the yellow pages and called a cab. He "thought" this was the closest to his apartment, it was across town though.<br />
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That morning our pastor asked him to sing. He had just placed 2nd in nationals for our denominations talent search.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Debbie:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Wow what a beautiful voice! The new guy was</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> so cute</span>, </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"> but I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">NEVER</span> got the attention from ANY guy. I was a skinny kid and the cute girl in church always claimed any new guys.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I saw her walk down the isle in her green checked dress and thought what a sweet smile. I asked someone her name but she said that Debbie was dating someone...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">That evening Bob came back to church even though it wasn't the closest. He sat in the back with all the other teens. The girl he sat next to was the one who had said I had a boyfriend! Oh well,</span><br />
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She had to go up front and play the piano and we ended up setting next to each other. When he found out I wasn't dating he says he was so glad! Imagine my heart flipping summersaults at this moment. When it was time to read scripture he offered me his bible and put his hand over mine. Quite a slick move don't you think? Well that did it, I was a goner.<br />
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Well the loss of Gregs job changed many things for our family. No extra money and barely enough to cover our monthly bills. It was rough to say the least.<span lang="EN"><span lang="EN"></span></span><br />
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Mother’s Day approached and our daughter’s birthday. I needed a dress for a special event at the hospital where I worked. Greg handed me a $20.00 bill and said “this is it”. I asked my sister Ann to go with me to look for a dress. We walked into Macy’s and there it was – the “perfect” dress, AND on the $11.99 clearance rack! I tried it on and it fit like a glove. I was so excited but as I left the dressing room I spotted a beautiful pair of black capri pants – just my daughter’s style and size. I went to the cashier and asked for the price on the capris - $9.99! I couldn’t believe it – I COULD GET BOTH!! <br />
I was so thrilled I was ready to check out. The cashier scanned the capri pants $9.99 - then she scanned the dress $45.99 – OH NO! I told the cashier that I would pass on the dress and just get the pants for my daughter’s birthday. She said, “Let me check on this”. She scanned it again and the same - $45.99. She asked me to go get another item off the clearance rack for a scanning number – I grabbed the first t-shirt I saw – she scanned in the item and asked if $4.99 would be OK for the dress. What?? I didn’t understand – the dress is $4.99? I asked. Yes she answered calmly. <br />
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I started crying – the clerk looked at me with a tender expression and said, “I really feel that you should have both items”. I pulled out the $20.00 bill and with shaking hands passed it to the clerk. She paused for a moment and asked, “Are you OK?” I explained the situation with my husband’s job and the lack of money to buy “extras”. I explained that God had allowed me to find a dress and still be able to bless my daughter with a birthday gift. By this time the clerk, my sister and I were all crying. She came around the counter and hugged me – she said, “My mother was just diagnosed with breast cancer and I’ve felt that I needed to show people love today”. I looked at her with amazement – and answered, <br />
“I am a nurse practitioner and take care of patients with breast cancer”! Now the clerk was sobbing. <br />
As we left Macy’s with the dress and the capri pants in hand – I looked to the sky – Thank you God! Not only did the $20.00 cover both items but left just enough for a Route 44 Sonic!! <br />
Not accidentally!<br />
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The year 2010 was a time of incredible growth in my life. I learned that there are no accidents or coincidences; that in fact, we experience events during this journey called life for a specific purpose. These events may trigger personal growth, increase in faith, lessons in patience, acceptance of change, love for others or building courage to face fear. I would like to share some of the amazing gifts that I have received over the past year. I pray that as you read about what God has done in my life it causes you to stop and reflect on events that some may consider just coincidental with a new appreciation. <br />
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April 26, 2010 was a beautiful spring Monday morning. It started as usual with a quick breakfast bar and a short trip to my office. I’m a nurse practitioner at a cancer center treating those going through breast cancer. I work with a physician on Monday mornings and typically do not see my own patients. This particular day I was surprised to see that a patient was scheduled to see me at 10:00AM. The morning was moving along and my patient was roomed right on time. It was 9:58AM. I reviewed her records and was ready to enter the room when my pager went off. The number was my husband’s cell phone (he NEVER calls me at work) so I quickly returned the call. Greg answered on the 2<sup>nd</sup> ring, I could tell his voice was shaken – he told me that he had just lost his job. I was in shock after 32 years of dedicated service it was over in a moment. He calmly said, “Lori, I have peace – I don’t know what the future holds but we will be OK”. I couldn’t move. I gathered my thoughts and walked into my patient’s room; before I could speak she asked if everything was alright. I couldn’t answer. She took my hands and started praying – we had never spoken about faith! <br />
She said that she had tried to schedule an appointment for Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday when I normally see patients but the scheduler insisted that the only time available was Monday at 10:00AM. <br />
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Coincidence, I don’t think so! She told me that she was supposed to be there at that specific time to pray and lift up my husband and my family – she said, “there is a purpose to every situation – God is in control”. <br />
She left the clinic and I shook at the power of God in our <u>daily </u>lives. That precious Christian was there to help ME see the love of God in the middle of a life-changing storm. <br />
Nothing accidentally!<br />
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Lori<br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had a cabin at a lake and my parents had helped start a small church. It began as a "brush arbor".</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here is a picture my cousin found of it a few months ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1bRtxdTW-0/TclOtTBn7kI/AAAAAAAAAEE/i1u3jjOPN2w/s1600/DSC04535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1bRtxdTW-0/TclOtTBn7kI/AAAAAAAAAEE/i1u3jjOPN2w/s320/DSC04535.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My Uncle Bill convinced me to play a hymn at the Sunday morning service. I hadn't been playing very long and was PETRIFIED. I agreed and took my violin and was practicing in the vacant lot next to our cabin on Saturday.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ALL OF A SUDDEN two of the strings broke in the middle--no way to restring them.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Was this a coinsidence or GODS way of showing mercy and sparring me of embarrasement. I choose to believe the latter.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I played in the orchestra (or played at it) until I was around 13. I really wish I would have siezed the opportunity to learn well but sometimes chidren have their own ideas.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've been thinking about taking lessons again-I guess it's never too late.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hopefully you enjoy my story of yesteryear.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ann</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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My husband was in the Army and had been sent to Germany. I was staying with my parents until he found an apartment for us. Finally an apartment was found and I was on my way. My first airplane ride! The flight stopped in Ohio, changing planes in New York then off to Frankfurt.<br />
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When we landed in Ohio there was something wrong with the defroster on the windows of the plane and our flight was delayed. When we got to New York, I along with several other passengers, had missed our flight. The next one didn't leave until the next morning. I had no way to even contact my husband.<br />
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When we left the airport for the hotel several things happened that are burned into my memory. <br />
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The cab driver was rather pushy and wanted to take me out to "show me New York". I was so glad I was in a large cab with other passengers!<br />
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<b>The promise...</b><br />
Daddy, bless his heart, had met two older German ladies who were on the same flight. He had them promise to look out for me, only one problem they didn't speak English. So, in the midst of trying to help them understand why we had to go to the hotel, and ward off this offensive driver, a piece of my luggage disappeared.<br />
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As I stood in the lobby of the hotel I finally broke down and started to cry. A well dressed gentleman with a hat no less, walked up to me. The words he told me, are words I will never forget "<b> I have been watching you, you are doing a great job, I will find your luggage and you will be okay"</b> The words seemed strange at the time yet comforting. A few minutes later he walked in with my luggage. It was under a seat in the cab, but it had been gone through.<br />
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<b> The roommate..</b>.<br />
I had met another young woman who was going to meet her future husband who was also in the army. Ok, it was in retrospect, rather foolish but we had decided we would share a room rather than be alone. About 2 in the morning the phone rang. It was a prank call, I believe it was the cab driver. He called me by name and was very lewd . At that point I was VERY thankful I wasn't alone.<br />
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Next morning we got on our flight an landed in Germany. My wonderful husband was there to meet me but this girls future husband wasn't. I had already taken her name to stay in touch and knew the name of who she was meeting. My husband offered to make calls to find him but she assured him she would be fine. A couple of weeks went by and I tried to call her. Unable to find her, I tried contacting the soldier. No one knew of him or had ever had anyone by that name on the base. I never found her and still wonder to this day if she was an angel sent to watch over me.<br />
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God is always watching over us. <b>Sometimes</b> he allows us a peak into the Spiritual world he has in place around us to help us know we are doing something right or to comfort us in times of stress.<br />
There are no accidents when God is at work.<br />
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I pray this story helps you become aware of the angels around you today.<br />
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Blessings, Debbie<br />
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Several years ago my son and his wife had been doing some repair work on some plumbing that was on the outside of their home. As all projects go, we know that additional problems seem to crop up and the work seems to become more complicated and costly.<br />
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They realized that the water problem was more extensive and had to call in a plumbing company. The water main from their home to the street needed to be totally replaced. The city said it originated on their property so it was their responsibility. The cost was $3,500.00. They were new homeowners and did not have enough to cover the cost.<br />
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They had become friends with a couple a few houses away, our Son had ministered with the husband who had just recently passed away. The day after the estimate came, the neighbors wife knocked on their door.<br />
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"Hi, she says, God has been speaking to me the last few days and He told me to bring you this CHECK". She said I have no idea why but here it is. $3,500.00.<br />
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I love the way God brings those people into our lives who act as His messengers. NOT AN ACCIDENT.<br />
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Praying this little story lifts your day.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We were going to a strawberry patch to pick strawberries.</span></b><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zHjxZY7Dj0k/TaPVH4K3Z5I/AAAAAAAAACo/6dkHCJr5aZ4/s1600/2498985839_baeba2c837.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zHjxZY7Dj0k/TaPVH4K3Z5I/AAAAAAAAACo/6dkHCJr5aZ4/s320/2498985839_baeba2c837.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The farms were about an hour away from Tampa where we lived. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This was before the days of google weather maps so you just had to hope the weather would cooperate. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As we drove the skies began to darken, not a good sign for getting in the fields. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Then it started raining. <b>Pouring</b> <b>cats and dogs</b>!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As we tried to explain to our daughter we might not be able to get in the fields to pick, they would probably be too muddy. But oh the faith of a child. She said "well, let's just pray."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She said her sweet, faith filled prayer. I don't remember the words but something like this...</span><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>"Dear God, </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>We really want to pick strawberries. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b> Please help the rain go away.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Thank you, Amen"</b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So be it Dear Lord....</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But... </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Oh it just continued to rain and rain...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We found the sign and turned down the road to the fields, and the strangest thing we saw blue skies ahead.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We walked up to the barn to see if the fields were too wet to pick and were handed the baskets. The farmer said nope, go right ahead, it hasn't rained here.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But as we picked we could SEE the rain, all around the fields, ALL four sides.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Coincidence? No this was not Accidental</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was a miracle for a four year old who had faith that her God cared even about strawberries.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">May you be inspired to believe like a child</span></i></span>.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Blessings, Debbie</span><br />
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2nd Corinthians 1: 4 He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.<br />
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It's been many years ago that I had this vision. My husband was the director of a paramedic unit. He had many employees and this story is about one of them. <br />
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It was 2:55 in the wee hours of the morning. I woke up abruptly to a dark, eerie presence. I jumped out of bed and immediately went to my knees to pray. I prayed for about 20 minutes. I looked at the clock and it was 3:20. The room was as bright as the sun and a peaceful beautiful feeling came over me. I layed back down knowing I had obeyed God.<br />
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I had no idea who or what I had prayed for. After my husband got to work I called him and asked him if anything had happened over the night. He said as a matter of fact, one of his employees had committed suicide.<br />
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I asked him if he had any details and he had none at the moment. He called back later and said that after the autopsy had been performed they had come to a few conclusions. He used a gun and the bullet entered his body at 2:55 but he did not die until 3:20. This sent me reeling---OH MY GOD -GOD had used me to intercede for him. The times we're exact. We came to the conclusion immediatley that he had plenty of time to TALK TO GOD.<br />
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There were only a handful of people who worked for by husband who even went to church. God gave this vision to someone who would be able to relay this to his parents. At the funeral my husband told his parents about my vision and it greatly comforted them.<br />
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God can use his children if we have the willingness to obey without questioning why. There is no way in my mind that this could have been a coinsidence. God does NOTHING by accident.<br />
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I have thanked Jesus for this vision so many times and I pray this will confirm to you that God can make a way in any situation.<br />
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I am blessed to be able to share for our first blog something that happened over 30 years ago in my life.<br />
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My husband had been in the Military for 8 years and we were getting ready to become civilians again.<br />
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Money was pretty tight in those days. We had to travel from Florida to Kansas. The military would ship our belongings but the rest was on us. <br />
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We sat down and started calculating how much it would cost us to make this move. With the price of gas, food and lodging we had come up with a figure of $342.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>You might wonder why I remember that figure <b>so well</b> after so many years, <b>hence the "coincidence"</b>.<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EgzOM7If0FY/TZkgjq216BI/AAAAAAAAAB0/haEeLeXtKEY/s1600/pic_money_envelope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EgzOM7If0FY/TZkgjq216BI/AAAAAAAAAB0/haEeLeXtKEY/s1600/pic_money_envelope.jpg" /></a>I had been shopping at the PX on base and when walking to my car I spotted an envelope on the ground. I picked it up and when settled in the car with our two small children, took time to open it. It was a very large sum of cash. There was no name, nothing to identify the owner. I was sick. I KNEW how hard money was to come by. <br />
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When I got home I called the store and the bank that was close by and gave them my number so when the person came looking, I could return it.<br />
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I put the envelope in the top drawer and prayed someone would call.<br />
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Three months went by. It was time to leave for home. No one had called.<br />
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I asked God, why? I knew someone was missing that money. Yes, you probably guessed it. There was exactly $342. in the envelope.<br />
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Coincidence? Accident? I don't think so.<br />
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Our goal is to have a link each Tuesday for you to share your stories. I pray reading them will lift your spirit and open your eyes to the wonder of a coincidence.<br />
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Blessings, Debbie<br />
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