Amy's 'momentary trouble'

Saturday night, good friends of ours brought supper to us and we ate together, chatted and watched the Cardinal’s win game one of the World Series together. It was a nice relaxing time. After they left, Amy said that she wasn’t feeling the greatest, that she knew she was ‘filled’ up again and was finding it difficult to breath. Normally, she got tapped when she went down to get her treatments on Monday, but this was Saturday night and it was after 10pm. Not wanting to travel down to the UW Hospital to have this done, we went to St. Claire’s right here in Baraboo. It was different, they did it via gravity feed as apposed to vacuum bottle, but 5.2 liters later, they eventually got the job done (we went in around 10pm and came home around 2:30am). Because of the late night on Saturday, we kept a very low profile on Sunday and rested.

Think for moment about this question: What if God weren’t here on earth? What if His presence, His favor, His blessings were gone? You think people are cruel now, imagine what we’d be like without the presence of God. If you think we’re brutal to each other now, imagine the world without the Holy Spirit. You think there is loneliness…despair and guilt now, imagine life without the touch of Jesus. No forgiveness…no acts of kindness…no words of love and encouragement…no blessing…no order…no hope. No more food given in His name. No more songs sung to His praise and no more deeds done in His honor. If God took away His angels, His grace, His promise of eternity and His servants, what would the world be like? …in a word? Hell.

Bring the Rain – Mercy Me
I can count a million times
People asking me how I
Can praise You with all that we've gone through
The question just amazes me
Can circumstances possibly
Change who I forever am in You
Maybe since our lives were changed
Long before these rainy days
It's never really ever crossed my mind
To turn my back on you, oh Lord
My only shelter from the storm
But instead I draw closer through these times
So I pray

Bring me joy, bring me peace
Bring the chance to be free
Bring me anything that brings You glory
And I know there'll be days
When this life brings me pain
But if that's what it takes to praise You
Jesus, bring the rain

I am Yours regardless of
The clouds that may loom above
Because You are much greater than my pain
You who made a way for me
By suffering Your destiny
So tell me what's a little rain
So I pray

Holy, holy, holy

Thanks, Donna…

This is Amy's story as seen and told by me – V