Dear One who CARES-
I sneaked on here and find you have been dealing with dread fear of something being VERY wrong, very wrong indeed, and I cry out to God for grace to overflow you with the means to handle all of this medical stuff and what it may bring your way. Oh how I would be thrilled at a miraculous healing in you and another whom I know on here who needs a healing touch!

Yes, those who suffer now because of tragic weather in Oklahoma and elsewhere, I join you in lifting prayers. We drove that very road which was crossed by the monster tornado as it crossed the Canadian River just days before the storm fell from the clouds to change lives in Moore forever. A land of beauty and green and trees and prairie grasses and pretty large hills [they think mountains, and I think hills ] where people were oh so kind as we were in the area to visit our Army son and his little family.

Blessings on you and your family, your Corissa, your little Eva, and all of the others in the family of One Who Cares,
Love,
and prayers,
and hugs

dear Father
Brother
Mother

thank you for another day

my mind is filled with so much
my heart even more
for my sadness
that comes in waves
to be replaced with
thoughts of happiness
is still way down somewhere
tugging and pulling for it is a task
the little time of relief i get when
my meds take care of the pain
i have refused a number of meds
when it comes to dealing with my
nerves
my hands and feet are still in pain
but at least i know that it is my
RSD, NEUROPATHY
i feel, but what i'm feeling
your guess
my nausea
trying to keep that at bay
vomiting is not an option
i cringe when i get sick
the pain that follows is not
funny
as this is my everyday
routine
i am waiting for my meds
to kick in
i have had much problems with my
joints
Father
your child is at your feet
praying you grant a miracle
easing up on the pain would be nice
my chest is still painful
as my skin is dead with no
breasts my nerves all cut out
along with the cancer i pray
will not grow but die in this
retched body
to feel that flannel old shirt
with the smell of love
my dreams are not remembered
my memory is robbed
as my meds are the culprit
it isn't right
at times life goes on before me
and i am standing in this freeze state
my mind is numb it robs me of memory
memory i cannot retrieve
therefore my calendar is my story
as i write in it the important things in the day
i close for now
dear Father hear our prayers

someone who cares

So to think of those flannel shirt arms
cozy and comfy holding you carefully, yet close
the heady aroma of childhood reflected comfort fragrance
wafting along [mighta been a pipe, or an aftershave, or Dentyne gum]
those fingers a bit calloused
hands large and so strong
make one feel deep in comfort when hugged by Lord God
then the rocking
back and forth
as familiar hummed lines
in a lullabye peace bring some rest in this time
may you have a good eve'ning
and may Heaven many joys bring
as some restful peace be given you
freed from pain of all these things.

Dear friend,
Dear one who cares for so many,
Care is wafting its way to you
as these pains are hoped to abate
even for a while,
......rest.....rest....rest,
another who cares

and with that beautiful thought
all have a good night
as i would love to dream
of that shirt feel it in my dreams
smell the Almighty
a smell of LOVE HOPE AND JOY
EXPERIENCE THE AWE
my prays for all a wish


someone who cares

deaf Father
Brother
Mother

dear heavens
where my family past are
thank you for another day
my days i thank you for
blessed i look forward to
seeing my family however
crazy we are
oh the dynamics to this
very sorry picture of a family
other than my sisters our children
our so called parents
one couldn't hack it any more
and literately blew himself away
around the house both them bought
long sold
a mother who shacked up
with her Italian stallion moved in
my fathers house now the lady of
the house couldn't let the bed get
cold had someone replace my sick
sick father who knows he could be the
devils WORKER
i don't know
i haven't had the luck to
know what love feels like
from a significant other
i was always a threat to
my mother as her marriage
was a constant fight over me
most times i rented the downstairs
fast forward 12 years since i moved
in 96' her two older daughters estranged
from the woman who gives birth to us
our younger sister is still in her life
sold the house after divorce now living
together in her new home down the shore
never seeing her grandchildren or her children
i hurts dear God the life me and my sisters
live in such hardship
i so yearn to feel the joy
of your spirit as i hear mass
my heart does feel your presence
the spirit awesome awesome
feeling
my anger surfacing
as the lonesomeness
is affecting me i have
never felt this in all my years
being single
that will make it from the
time of separation from me ex-husband
TWENTY NINE YEARS
and in all that time 4 marriage proposal
never even a issue
i have no trust in men
with three children i had a job to do
good GOD only you know the pain in
this family
all cousins aunts uncles grand parents
all in Hungary BUDAPEST
my parents DEFECTED
me my sister Ildiko were
born in South Africa
city Durban just blocks
from the beach
remembered the rickshaws
in their headdress as if it were
like the shores that we gone to
here is gone from Sandy
rebuilding is happening
but my memory as a little
girl watched my father rape
her now i was 5 years or under
and came to
to understand
very early something is not right
Lord brother of mine human and bleeds
this heart feels
feels much heart ache
from all sides yet
you keep me going
as i wake everyday
my mind automatically
is working

not feeling well to be continued

Eva,
my heart aches for yours...do rest and write again only when you can.
Johanna

For all who these pages peruse.

For the endurance through pain, both emotional and physical.

For aid in making difficult choices.

For those who are family and caregivers, that they may show mercy and compassion without fail, knowing it is well appreciated.

For we who know the trials of injury, illness, and suffering, that we may be comforted and know healing.

In gratitude for angels such as Ginnie sends, and those who, being earthbound post here in support of one another.

Grace flow boundlessly over all, soothing every need.

I am not sure I told the site about my traveling angels and just why I have these spiritual beings. My mother told me my middle name was trouble. She said that I had to have extra angels, not for my benefit, but for the sake of my guardian angel. You see, he needs time off for good behavior, he needs replacements, as I am a difficult human. So mom told me I have quite a few of them to rotate! Now and then when I behave myself, I send them on other missions. This helps me keep in line too! I really do believe these spiritual beings hear us. When I ask one to go to Eva, Mark, Gerry, or any of my friends, I do believe they go to help out! Sometimes I hear the flutter of their wings....ginnie

Grace filled Wonder it is,
Yup,

dear God
dear Brother
Mother Mary

thank you for another day

this body
this temple of mine
is turned into a shack
the pain is dictating
much of what i am limited
to do
as i do not take
to limitations well
push push for what
to get to one place to another
and forget why you went to another
as things continue to move around me
not taking things idly
went to the pain specialist
have my scripts for yet another month
he's taking vacation
today oncologist to take blood
i pray by removing my breast
arrested the CANCER
to a halt 6 and 1/2
more years of cancer meds
meds meds meds meds meds meds meds
for life for life for life for life
life without work stinks to put it lightly
no one who knows me can believe
my sanity i turn to prayer more and more
leave it in the hands of my MAKER
you of all the Almighty knows my truth
did this all happen for me to want to die at times
to have a routine of meds bed meds bed meds bed
why you may all ask
when i take my morning meds i drink it with
warm coffee and a couple of bites of a roll
to help it work can i do this till i meet my MAKER
i'm trying day by day
so much crap coming my way
i'm tired of everyone else making it difficult
for my life to move on
do i sit back and let it just all consume me
my priority is the welfare
of my child who is having her identity
crash too much of the pain inflicted by
her father who is so cruel and inconsiderate
i am ready to do whatever necessary to expose
him.
this i have been sitting on for years
and i have just had enough
my God is my Savior i am a
very scorned mother protecting her young
make no mistake i will fight to the end
in the truth i will stand
my pain just fuels my fire
my sorrow keeps me moving
when will there be a break from
this retched off the wall family
and the dynamics that comes along
with it all i'm not old
my soul feels old and struggling
to stay aflame
roses can be so deceiving
they can look so beautiful
and not a hint of smell
where did the smell of the roses go
how far will this body go on with
all she has on my plate
caring for priority is my job
LORD DEAR SWEET LORD
hear our prayers

someone who cares