This morning Mike woke up with a sore throat. They told us this would happen, so it is no surprise. They said it would begin getting very sore about week two and would continue to get more painful as the days progress. Food no longer tastes good, however as long as it doesn't taste bad, Mike has agreed to try to eat it.
Mike needs to eat, if he doesn't and loses more than 15 pounds, they are going to put a feeding tube in. He does not want that, so we are pumping him full of protein shakes(he only likes chocolate) and whatever food that looks good at the moment. Today he wanted "IN and Out" burgers.
This is an amazing process and sometimes we feel crazy, so happy and full of peace one minute and fearful the next. It's a like a scary upside down roller coaster..... now normally I like roller coasters, and Mike hates them. So as we go through the range of emotions together and yet handle them so differently, we are learning to help each each other through the process. I must admit that I am not enjoying this roller coaster much, BUT there is a big part of us( I'm assuming it's the Spirit) that wants to see where the Lord is going to take us, and in order to experience HIS perfect will we hang on for the ride..... YES God is on the throne, we believe it and are HOLDING FAST to Him and each other.
In His Grip,
Susan and Mike
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Hey You Two...
Thanks so much Susan for always keeping us all informed on your days. It really helps us focus our prayers.
As I write this, we have our anual ducks sleeping in our pool. It seems every spring ducks fly over and land in our pool for a rest stop. Tonight we have a male and female. They are so cute....huddled together out there. Emma is hoping for little ducklings...!
The Gathering Inn was full tonight. It's so hard to believe that there are still so many coming in off the streets. Usually this time of year we are down to 30 or so people, tonight we are still up in the 50's. We had a new family w/ 3 small kids tonight. So sad, but so blessed to be able to help them.
Well, that's all the news here for now. Will keep you posted on the ducklings...!
We all love you and pray every day for you...Emma prays every night for "Uncle Mike".
love and hugs.
B & B
Hey you guys! Finally found your blog tonight, ya' know I'm still a bit computer illiterate! Was great to catch up on "everything". thanks for sharing your journey with us still. You two are such inspiration to me, more than you probably really know. Remember the Singles gal's slumber party at your family's cabin Susan? Missed you at CR tonight! Our/& My prayers are with you for God's healing, peace, and comfort. I heard a phrase a couple weeks ago that has stuck with me. "Things don't happen 'to' me, they happen 'for' me". This was really big for me to get my thoughts around. Really true as I see how God uses things of my past for my good and His best. Another "a-ha" statement someone shared with me was on forgiveness and how God was "wrongly accused" and look how he went to the cross for us anyhow. Wow! Well, just thought I'd share a couple of my newest thought-gems with you. You guys rock! Know you're in my heart and prayers. Love, Susan H.
Hey again! Praying for your sleep (and mine too!) and since can't seem to sleep yet, thought I'd share a poem with you. Remember I used to work for Hospice? Well, there was this awesome booklet on HOPE. Here's a poem from it.... called HEAVEN.
My heaven has no passionless harp-strummers, no starry-eyed cloud-walkers, no Peter handing out wings at the gate. Not a white-washed temple, or a misty stage, no mass of robes and halos, no. My heaven bristles and glows. My Zion temms with busyness. Its people sparkle, inside-to-out-- stone skippers, kite-flyers, these. Music, yes, but not only church choirs--- in someone's garage guitarist and drummer nod laughing at each other and tap their feet. Worship, yes, but not only rows of saints sharing hymnbooks-- in the studio an artist completes a sculpture, and crowds applaud the Giver's gifts. My heaven is a place of symphonies and kazoos, sixteen-inch softball and a tug at the end of your line, where children dance under the fire hydrant and couples waltz in the grand ballroom, a land of milk and honey, and ham on rye, a time of Sunday mornings, but Saturday nights, too. No dream, no ghost, no drifting spirit world. My heaven is real.
~~Susan H. John 14:2
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