Birth and Death

Natalie Lynette, my 5th grandaughter was born Tuesday night. Jenni, my middle daughter, did that delivery with no drugs. (I don't know if she will try that again), but she did an awesome job and couldn't have done it without her husband Justin, who flew from Afghanistan to be with her----a BIG THANK YOU to the Army for that one!! I stood back in amazement as the progression of that birth took place. What a miracle of life. Natalie gave a real good "holler" when she realized she was out in a bright lit and cold room. She has a good set of lungs and she wanted to eat right away. That's my girl!!! In fact, I was laughing when I looked at my pictures. I have pictures of both my daughters immediately after giving birth and they are eating a great big sandwich from McDonalds or other fav restaurant. That birthin babies is real hard work and anybody that does it, sure enough deserves a break today from McDonald's!!! So everyone is well and Nora, the big sister, well, let's just say her world is about to change drastically. But, oh my, she loves her sissy, and can't give her enough kisses. We hope she learns to be a little more gentle tho. :) :)

This morning, as I was listening to wonderful praise music (thanks WBNH) and walking on the treadmill, I wondered which is more exciting to watch that miracle of life or on the other hand, watch the death of a saint. I have seen both. I realized I cried at both. Crying at the birth, because I can't believe the miracle I was privileged to see and proud of my daughters for just great work, and loving God for making it all possible. Crying at the death of a saint..for? I don't know, because I am going to miss that person...but I think more than that. Crying because this saint, this brother or sister that I know "in Christ" has lived a life that gave glory to God, and wants to be with Him more than wanting to be here. I had a patient this week, an older black man, who was so sick, just moaned and groaned as I moved him or even touched him. His speech was garbled, but I picked up on one word and it was Jesus. I leaned over with big tears in my eyes and said, "Is it ok if we talk to Jesus right now?" and he said a resounding yes. So I held that big black hand and praised the Lord for our lives and how He blesses, we asked the great Physician to heal, whether that healing be here or in heaven. That created a bond, that I will never forget, and today on my day off, I keep seeing that face and wondering how he is doing. He will be moved to a nursing home today while I am gone, but I will never forget that moment with him and how precious it is to be in the presence of the Lord with someone else who loves Him like I do.

On a completely different subject--David had a great interview yesterday and we are waiting for God's leading, of course, that means are they going to call? and what offer will they make?

Ryan should be on his way home from Gulf Shores and our reunion is not going to be an easy one. Oh, I love that boy, and I know this battle is not mine, but God's. So I gave it to Him this morning and as it says in 2 Chronicles 20:17 "You will not have to fight this battle. Take up your positions, stand firm and see the deliverance the Lord will give you.....do not be afraid, do not be discouraged. Go out to face them tomorrow and the Lord will be with you." Now the giving to the Lord is easy, its the not taking back, and the standing firm that is hard.

What a great way to get these feelings off my chest. I have so enjoyed typing this out and I feel refreshed and very, very blessed to call Him my Saviour. Lots of Love, Kim