MY BHUTANESE ARE WONDERFUL!

        Six-and-a half years ago suddenly when the Lord told me to walk on a portion of our street area, and, at that time I thought I was to walk about a couple miles and worship and pray.  Well, when I was going, suddenly I met a couple people who were Bhutanese.  I hadn't known any of that at first.  WELL, it was a surprising and shocking opportunity to be a missionary here in our area.  I was used to do a lot of stuff for about five years.  They got strong jobs and lots of wonderful homes and lots of cars... so I couldn't be the one to go to the airport and help pick people us, etc.  And I'd been with dozens in the hospitals.  My husband has been a pianist at wedding or teaching a couple, and providing computers for many and reworking what they needed.  Anyhow, every Sunday I go to their church only about three blocks from my house, and, even though I don't understand their language, they are worshiping, and singing, and doing wonderful things.  So I'm given hugs and kisses from a bunch of them and I'm referred to as "Sister", "Mom", "Grandma", "Great-Grandma".  Always makes me SMILE!   Dave can't be there, because he's working at churches... piano or organ and fixing things... and he leaves home about 7 AM and gets home finally at about 4 PM.  But he's been much appreciated and loved.
     Anyhow, I'll just show a few pictures.  I've had hundreds, but hope to make you all smile.  We LOVED being missionaries in Uganda for a few years, dropped into Costa Rica for a short time, in England, in Paris, and, as a me-thing, I was in Morocco for a few weeks.  We can't go anywhere else as a few years ago indicated by the Lord, because of his job situation.  SO, the Lord put us strongly into the Bhutanese to be helpful.  Love them and appreciate how the Lord did that.

The first time... Ram and Dawa ... and their son was the pastor. His youngest sister.

 

Nar, the pastors wife.  She's my girl!!

He's one of my grandsons.  Very sick consistently!

This was a wonderful time at another spiritual church here in town.

The church has become MUCH larger with many of them!

Love these guys!  Brothers and a Son!

Another of our favorites!!!

Wonderful wedding!!!  Dave and I loved this!!

Sure loved seeing this!!!  Many are my dear, dear friends.

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      Just wanted to let you know that I'm not sure if I can ever put anything on again.  My dementia has increased and my body and brain are a challenge.  I can worship the Lord, glorify, pray, praise, and honor.  I do that all day and all night.  I'm in bed for about 12 or 13 hours, but sleep some of the time, but wake up and focus on the Lord.  He's using me in unusual ways re: my dreams.  Anyhow, just want to let you know that, since it's been about 7-1/2 years on the blogging.  I can't read very often of all of you and I can't write much.  So, just want to let you know.  Thank you much.  Love many of you and appreciate you around and about re: serving the Lord with they you have shared your info.  Bless you!!

MY NEWEST BIRTH AND OLDEST BIRTHDAY

    This ain't perfect, but since I'm turning 70 right now, and my body and brain ain't working as well, I just thought I'd toss some pieces around and about.  Sorry if this is too crazy!  

Love many, many, many of you.

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     On July 9th I am 70 years old.  Want to share the wonderfulness of how the Lord kept me alive in many ways.  When people say that, in our present-day healthiness, I should plan to be on the earth until I'm 80 or 90 at least.  Well, I would have died through beatings, murders, suicide, or ruined heart issues.  The Lord has healed and protected me many times.

    I was born in Portland, Oregon.  I discovered when I was 17 that my parents were not married when I was born.  Mom, very angry at Dad, when I was about a month from graduation in Klickitat, WA, in 1963, she told me that they had married when I was 3 years old.  After her death, a few years ago, one of my sisters and one of my nieces had gone through more of Mom's pieces and discovered it wasn't when I was 3 that they married.  I was about 1-1/2 years old.  Too much of their situation to tell to any of you.  Even though it is quite normal and acceptable in our present-day world, it sure wasn't when I was a kid! I'm extremely relieved that Dad and Mom came to the Lord... my Dad when he was 59 and died when he was 65 in 1984, and my Mom when she was 80 and died at 90-1/2 in 2011.  I look forward to seeing them in heaven!!
     Because of the fighting that was going on ... Mom and Dad fought each other and others fought them through neighborhood ... I was filled with danger.  I was molested, beaten, and became a fighter when I was 5 years old.  Dad taught me how to fight just as I was turning from 4 to 5

right then.   When near July 4th, shortly before my 5th birthday, I'd been hurt by a 7 year old boy.  As I say, Dad taught me how to fight, and, when the boy walked by me I hit him, and he ran away from fear.  So, I became a strong fighter and did it anytime necessary for me or my family.
    When I was in school, from grade school to high school, even though I heard the Words of the Lord when principles and teachers could talk about the Bible, I truly knew it was right, but I continued to keep my sinful life strongly.  AND I felt guilty, because I knew what I was doing was against the truthfulness of the Lord.
  

      I was working in Seattle when I was 18 and 19, and filled with extreme sinfulness, and was heading to suicide. Amazingly I was moved to Tacoma when I was just turning 20, and was with my Dad, Mom, and sisters.  A few months later, in an apartment, I was drawn to a Baptist church through a new friend, and I went and knew the truthful portions, and, 3 weeks later, I decided to truly accept the Lord on April 15, 1966.  Life began to change for me.
     The Lord has used me to do some very unusual things for approximately 46 years.  In the process, when dealing with very serious and dangerous situations through family connections or towns, He has healed my heart.  My heart was healed when I was 27 & 28, 38 & 39, 42.  I'm extremely grateful!  At those times it had nothing to do with the doctors, but only in houses or churches when suddenly He encouraged me and touched me.

     When I was going to Soriti, Uganda, in November, 2003, and staying until January, 2004, my husband and I, as we knew the Lord had called me to go there, we both thought and were concerned that I could easily be dead over there.  I was gone for 2-1/2 months before Dave could come,

because of his job situation.  One of the miracles was that I, during the last week in Soroti, had been invited to by 5 pastors to go to a very wide group of people outside of town which was in a serious place where the people were forced to live when having run away from their places to avoid the Lord's Resistance Army.  When asked by those pastors to go there, and I planned to do it, another pastor took me to the side and suggested that I not go, because he expected to have to call Dave and tell him that I was dead and ask how to send my body to him in Omaha or have him come to Soroti. Well, since Pastor Joseph said that so strongly, I did not go.  Found out a day later that, even though no one had died, the situations had been very serious, and, if someone from out of their nation had arrived, it [me] could have been much worse.  When Dave came to Uganda 2 weeks later, at the end of January, I had malaria and PTS.  Malaria was handled OK through doctors; no big deal.  The PTS lasted for approximately 4 months.  When flying back home together a couple weeks after he arrived, it took me quite a while to become thoroughly healthy.  I was 58 back then.  Oh, and re: a lot of the situation in Soroti, even though the book is fictional/non-fictional [mostly NON-fictional re: Soroti!] it has now been published. 

     Sorry to yammer so long, but: being in Uganda several times; Costa Rica twice; Morocco for a prayer time with piles of people from our nation Europe and northern Africa; First Responders in Omaha where many of us go to murder sites to pray for family and friends connected to the death; and helping the Bhutanese from Nepal here in Omaha where I was placed into them surprisingly about 5 years ago and have about 200 Bhutanese "family and friends".  In spite of everything, I'm very grateful. The Lord has sent me around and about and taken care of me.  [Much of this was with Dave, too, especially Uganda and the Bhutanese. He's a wonderful pianist, organist, a home "fixer", computer-fixer.  He's a blessing to others and he's been a wonderful blessing to me!]
     Now, even with my stumbling and my dementia increasing very strongly,  the Lord tells me to drive around our city and other local towns and pray for the wonderful situations or demonic situations, and worship very strongly thankfully to the Lord.  In our large world or any very small homes, He is all that counts.  And He is all I can count on.
     I'm very grateful for how the Lord protected me, healed me, used me, and has let me worship and glorify Him, moment-by-moment.
     Thank you for putting up with me, my dear family and friends.

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Dave and I just arrived home 4 days ago from Washington and Oregon area after being gone from Omaha for 2 weeks.  This is the two of us with Mt. Adams in behind us, and the fire was extreme that day.  However, in spite of that situation, we were filled with smiling and rejoicing, because friends we happened to be staying with had driven us around the Klickitat area.

Oh, and I was in Klickitat when 5-7 and 15-17.  

1st grade there, then mostly in Tacoma from 2nd to 9th grade. It was a blessing to be in Klickitat for high school 

and that I graduated there.

A main miracle for me to be there is because

I have wonderful friends that I met there

when very young, teenaged, and now very old!

And, since I was a young kid in Tacoma, WA, this has been my favorite mountain, Mount Rainier,  to see. 

 I rejoiced this time again.

CONFIDENCE TO MY HEAVENLY FATHER!

MY FEARFULNESS BECAME A BLESSEDNESS!

I'VE RARELY EVER BEEN A HOSPITAL "DOING ANYTHING" PERSON FOR MY WHOLE LIFE.  THEN, NEARLY 5 YEARS AGO, WHEN THE BHUTANESE WERE DROPPED INTO MY LIFE, BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T HAVE CARS OR WALKER-INNERS,  I WOULD TAKE THEM TO HOSPITALS FOR WHATEVER THEY NEEDED.  SOMETIMES I WAS THERE FOR MANY HOURS, AND BACK AND FORTH FOR DAYS WHEN THEY WERE KEPT IN FOR SURGERY OR OTHER TYPES OF HEALINGS THAT WERE NECESSARY.  SINCE WE COULDN'T EASILY SPEAK TOGETHER, I COULD JUST HOLD 

THEIR HANDS AND GIVE THEM HUGS.

 THEN NEARLY 4 YEARS AGO I BEGAN TO HELP A FEW OF THE BHUTANESE TO VISIT AND CHECK INTO AT THE IMMANUEL HOSPITAL WHEN THEIR PREGNANCY WAS OFFICIAL.  THE DOCTOR WAS/IS WONDERFUL FOR THEM AND I WAS USUALLY AT THE CHECKING PORTION...  SOMETIMES FOR EVERY MONTH, SOMETIMES FOR EVERY WEEK.  I HUNG OUT AND HELPED AS I COULD.  

SOMETIMES DROVE THEM AND SOMETIMES WENT 

WITH THEM AS THEY PICKED ME UP.  

THEN, WHENEVER A BABY WAS GOING TO ARRIVE, WE WENT TO THE HOSPITAL ANYTIME THAT WAS NECESSARY... MORNINGS, NOONS, OR NIGHTS.  I, CONSEQUENTLY,  NOW HAVE 10 "GREAT-GRANDCHILDREN" THROUGH THEM.  I ALSO EVENTUALLY WAS USED TO HELP DELIVER THE BABIES, ANYTHING THE NURSES USED ME  TO HELP.  I BECAME USED TO IT...WHATEVER IT WAS... AND WASN'T SHOCKED AS MUCH AS BEFORE IN MY LIFE,

 EVEN THOUGH I WAS IN

 MY MID-60S WHEN THIS BEGAN.

HOWEVER, THIS, SHOWN ON THE PHOTO, WAS THE ONLY TIME I HAD TO GO INTO THE SURGERY SITUATION.

I KNEW I NEEDED TO DO IT, BUT I WAS AFRAID OF WHAT I WOULD SEE AND HOW IT WOULD COME TO PASS.

WELL, I MADE IT, AND THE BABY CAME AND THE MOM WAS NOT IN SERIOUS DIFFICULTY.  DURING THE SURGERY, I SIMPLY HELD HER HAND AND TOUCHED HER HAIR, 

EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS MOSTLY NOT AWAKE,

NOT MOVING AT ALL.

I HAD TAKEN PICTURES OF THE BABY AND THE FAMILY THAT NIGHT, BUT I HAD GONE HOME ABOUT 5:30 IN THE MORNING.  I RUSHED BACK TO THE HOSPITAL AND GOT THERE ABOUT NOON,

 AND THE BABY WAS IN THEIR ROOM 

AND I WAS ABLE TO HOLD HIM. 

WHAT A TREAT!

AS I SAID AT THE BEGINNING...

MY FEARFULNESS BECAME A BLESSEDNESS!!

 

AND I'M VERY GRATEFUL FOR MY LORD!

CHANDRA AND RAVI

Two of my favorite spiritual brothers from Nepal who are originally from Bhutan.  They are an example.  I had gone with them and their wives and a couple kids to the airport, because another two brothers were arriving that night and a Ravi's son and his wife were coming.  It was quite a night.  They were happy and I was happy to be with them.  Anyhow, the spiritual situation is that some of the Bhutanese were Christians in Nepal...even within Chandra and Ravi's family over there... but these two guys were Hinduism and they came to the Lord a few months after they were here.  Their brothers and wives and kids and grandkids and cousins and a pile of relatives are my friends and "family".   And many Bhutanese are part of my life, day by day.  

To use this Word of God, I was trying to find a way to put it in a photo.  This grabbed me.  They are doing all they can to serve the Lord.

I love so many of the Bhutanese.  And the blessing for me is that many of them love Dave and I and appreciate what we've been doing for them. 

  [I could show piles of photos of them and their family members and so many others, but this is simply connected to the Word.  Gotta keep myself in control, doncha think? ]

COMFORT, COMFORT...

NOT ONLY "YOUR" GOD, 

BUT OUR GOD!!

ALL WE CAN EVER COUNT ON, FOREVER.

I'M SO BLESSED TO BE FOR NEARLY 4-2/3 YEARS

 WITH MY DEAR BHUTANESE BROTHERS, SISTERS,

GRANDCHILDREN, GREAT-GRANDCHILDREN.

ALSO, DEARLY LOVED FAMILIES AND FRIENDS,

ESPECIALLY MARK AND LORI WHO WERE

MISSIONARIES IN NEPAL AND

HELPING MANY IN OUR NATION,

BUT LIVING IN OMAHA.

I MET 2 BHUTANESE IN EARLY MAY, 2010. 

NOW I HAVE ABOUT 200 IN MY LIFE

 AND ARE MUCH LOVED.

DAVE HAS DONE MUCH FOR THEM, TOO, 

ESPECIALLY RE: COMPUTERS, MUSIC, FIXING 

APARTMENTS AND HOMES.  DAVE IS A TREAT, AS USUAL.

MY SPECIAL COMMENT RE: TODAY AS WE PREP

TO GO TO THE NEXT YEAR OF OUR LIVES.

MY FIRST PHOTO, A WEEK AFTER I MET THE FIRST 2. 

 

 WHAT A TREAT!  AND FOREVER. 

BLESS YOU AND YOURS.

OH, AND BTW, THE TOP PHOTO WAS TAKEN AT A GLAD TIDINGS WHEN SOME OF THEM WERE BAPTIZED AND MANY HAD COME FROM THEIR CHURCH LOCATION TO WORSHIP AND REJOICE WITH THEIR FAMILY AND FRIENDS WHO

 HAD COME TO THE LORD FROM OTHER gods.

 

DREAMINESS

I've read Joel so many times over the years, even when a young 'un... only in my 20s, I guess.  I could usually fit right into the verse that is so famous.  Here it is:

Joel 2:28

 And afterward I will pour out My Spirit upon all flesh, and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.

Well, when I was younger this made sense.  Whether I'd ever understood or not, I was a bit prophetic from the beginning and it has increased and continued for many, many years.  I've seen much in my spiritual eyes and heart with what is going around and about our world, both good and evil.

I've had very few visions, but have definitely had words, such as "Go NOW!!!"  For instance, connected to when, 4-1/3 years ago, the Lord sent me up our street and dropped the Bhutanese into my life that day, and I would never have known that was going to occur.  Just thought I was supposed to go up  through our portion of the town and do prayer

Dad and Mom are the first I met.

walking.  I did THAT, but at the beginning and the end of that day, a Bhutanese couple was dropped in, and now I have about 200 of them instead of 2.  That truly was a God-word, and I obeyed.

My present-day wonder is re: old men is the "dream dreams" issue.  I ain't an old man.  I'm becoming an old lady.  And, every night, the whole hours I'm in bed, I have dreams. If I wake up to hit the bathroom or my brain is  intense, I go back to sleep quickly and other dreams begin.   I'm going around and about the world, helping people,

sharing important Words, having godly fun, seeing some locals and some spiritually long-time connections.  When I wake up, within a couple minutes I forget well enough to explain or share with my husband or anyone else.  I CAN keep pictures in my head, but can't come up with the words. 

So, when I read this Joel piece recently it significantly grabbed me again.

I don't expect any of you to tell me about the "age" thing or the "man" thing, but all I know to do is serve the Lord.  I have to regular God-jobs now.  The Bhutanese and First Responders when we go to murder sites a day or so after that event.  [In fact, that's where I'm going today.  A

16-year old boy was murdered yesterday, and we will be there to pray for the families, the neighbors, and friends.  We'll also pray for the murderer's family b/c, often, their hearts are broken, too.  Will be there in about an hour; don't have a photo of it now, obviously.] 

Can only worship and praise so the hearts will be entered by our Lord.

I'm tired during the day -- VERY tired -- and live in a different world all night.  All I can hope for will be heaven.  And I ain't a man.  Oh, well... God is BIGGER!!!

YES! MY GOD-JOB IS MY ONLY HOPE.

I AIN'T GORGEOUS LOOKING THAT DAY,

 FRIDAY, SEPT. 5TH,

... OR EVEN TODAY ...

BECAUSE I WAS NEARLY AWAKE FOR 39 HOURS

AND ON ALERT FOR 27 OF THEM, 

EVEN THOUGH I DOZED A BIT 

BEFORE THE BABY ARRIVED.

BUT I FEEL VERY BLESSED, 

ALTHOUGH STILL A BIT TIRED,

B/C KNOWING THE LORD USED ME TO HELP THE FAMILY

FILLS ME WITH REJOICING.

YES, I AM THE LORD'S SERVANT,

AND FILLED WITH JOYFULNESS TO SERVE HIM.

THAT'S ALL THAT COUNTS.

HE IS ALL THAT COUNTS.

NOW, HITTING THE ROAD TO NORTHERN MINNESOTA,

AND WILL BE GONE FOR ABOUT 10 DAYS TO

BE WITH MY DEAR FRIEND/"SISTER", SUSAN,

AND WILL WORSHIP AND PRAISE AND PRAY

DURING THE 9-ISH HOUR DRIVE TODAY.

I WILL HAVE SOME SIGNIFICANT REST

FOR THE NEXT FEW DAYS.

THEN, WHEN I GET BACK, I CAN GO TO HOLD

MY NEW BHUTANESE BABY AGAIN.

THAT WILL BE A TREAT.

SUSAN AND I AND OUR FRIEND, LINDA.

A BLESSED DAY!!!

 

I'm a "cloudy" rejoicing person.  BIG TIME!

And rejoicing about other things, too!

Clouds, or no clouds, I've had one of the nicest days in a long stretch of time.  And filled with rejoicing, over and over again.

I was able to get in touch with a friend in Omaha who was part of a very serious friendship necessity.  We were put together about 10 years ago by a pastor's wife in a local church where Dave and I attended for a few years.  Something serious was occurring at a Christian Jr. Hi/Hi School area back then, around the NW portion of Omaha.   It dealt with some of the serious spiritual "underground" issues [we call spiritual mapping], and I was/am a worker for that "battle" info to spread/share it around and have it broken down.  Kara and I became very good friends, when introduced, but in a few years, she was very stressful as family parents were very sick and died and she was in charge of it all.  Other situations just piled on her seriously.  We talked for 50 minutes this morning on the phone, the first time in about 2 years, and she truly wants to get together whenever she can have the time. Hopefully, in the next couple weeks, we'll make it and can rejoice together.

THEN, shortly after, I heard someone hollering for me on my

porch.  When I went, I was overwhelmed again, b/c Hanna Farwell had shown up to drop something off for Dave re: how he's putting computers together for them and planning to take the computers to their house in northern KS, about 3 hours south of us now.  They used to be about 5 minutes from us.  AND we were spiritual warfighting people, significantly.  We connected about 6 years ago.  Anyhow, with the family in town for the day in another place, she drove over and showed her baby -- baby number 13 -- and I held him.  She blessed me and prayed for me for my health before she left about 1/2 hour later.  [AND I don't look good, b/c the wind was

wrapping my hair around and about, but sure enjoyed holding the little, little boy!!]

 

THEN Dave and I went to lunch with one of our Bhutanese families... Sarmila, Ranjit, and their baby Sophia. [Photos just fit into my time with them at their church.  Dave couldn't be there very often, because he works at other churches, plays piano/organ for worship.] They have been our son and daughter and granddaughter since they've been here.  God also used me to help at the local hospital to be involved in the delivery of this granddaughter.  She'll be 2 years old in December.  She's a constant treat for

Dave and I when we can get together.  She's been told so many times that we are her grandparents and that she should smile and kiss us.  She's doing it more often, not always running away.

 

Got home just a short time ago, and could NOT tell you what a blessed day it has been.  And Kara and Hanna and Ranjit are planning to get the book.  YIPPEE!  [And Kara

wants more photos of the book and more of the info... so I'll be emailing that stuff to her today.]

This truly has been an amazing day!!!   And I'm heading for church this evening, because Dave is playing piano during the worship time and I always love to hear him -- AND I'm a worshiper!!!  And one of my church friends asked me on fb whether I would be there tonight or tomorrow [probably both] to sign the book that she has already received.  WOW!!!  Adds to the amazement, doncha think?

I'm filled with so many blessings now!!  In my heart, soul, and spirit... and lifting many to the Lord for healing, for joyfulness.   It's another HALLELUJAH!!! day. 

ANOTHER BHUTANESE BABY!! SURPRISE!!

During the past 4 months, I have been involved with the birth time of a new baby boy.  As I've done a few times in the past 3 years, I go to one of our hospital areas and, with them connected from their family friends to a Dr. who is wonderful, just help them adjust and be encouraged.  I actually had no idea this was going to be dropped back into my life, since I hadn't been heavily involved with the baby birth time for nearly 1-1/2 years.  But I was asked again and I DID!!

Well, we did well while moving forward.  Originally, we were told that the birth time would be July 22.  Two weeks ago, since I had missed them twice that week during their Dr. time,  because I was at my own doctor because of my body situation, the dad, Nim, on Sunday, the 6th, told me it had been changed to July 16.  I was a little surprised, to say the least.

Last Monday, the 7th, we had our next meeting time, and as soon as Dr. B. had checked Aita, she said to us, "Come tomorrow and check in.  The little boy will come soon."  I was absolutely shocked and needed to adjust my whole thinking portion.  Other things on my plate that next couple days had to disappear.  Including my birthday on the 9th.  What a surprise, as I said before.

Tuesday afternoon I took Aita to the hospital and got her checked in.  Her sis-in-law came, also, who is a good translator.  Nim couldn't be there, because he happened to be taking a job interview at that time.  Anyhow, things just go on the process.

Tuesday night I slept on a couch in the room, but hardly ever had a consistent rest.  Too much medical noise and lights, etc.  Wednesday, I had another appointment for one of my other dear ones with the same doctor, right around noon.  After that was done, I went to lunch with a friend from church who wanted to give me a birthday lunch gift.  Then I was back at the hospital about 3.

That night, just as I was resting a bit, the birth instance suddenly came to pass about 11:00.  Since I'd been in this situation before, I knew we needed to move all the chairs and everything else into one portion of the room.  Then the nurses wouldn't have to do that part of the job.  They had lots of their own stuff to do to prep.  And it was coming quickly.

About 11:30, Dr. B. arrived.  Delivery issue began at 11:45, and, if the little boy had come quickly, it would have been my biggest birthday gift ever.  BUT it was 12:30-ish when Ashita came. 


The amazing thing, regarding me, is that until I had become  66 three years ago, and was dropped into helping in early August, I would never have done anything like this and never wanted to see directly when a baby would be born -- including my kids and grandkids.  Hugging quickly after, YES!  However, this time, in the past 3 years, holding, helping, and doing whatever the nurses and Dr. asked me to do, was my God-job, because things needed to be done during the baby's arrival.  And that is a whole new world for me.  And I've loved it!!!

Anyhow, I headed home at 1:30 and, since it took a little while for my exploding nerves to relax, I didn't get to bed until 3:00.  It took a couple days, basically until yesterday, for me to feel I am fine and not thoroughly exhausted.  Next 2 months I'll be in the same situation again, TWICE.  THEN, in early September, I'll take a break for a couple days, maybe drive outside of town to K.C. or OKC or Lincoln and be with a friend and just relax.  I LOVE what I'm doing that God is telling me to do.  That's the important part.

So, just couldn't NOT send this around and about to my blog friends and my dear ones.

And I happened to be rushing up to their place just as they had come home.  I. loved. it. and. them!!!

Our wonderful heavenly Father that truly helped this event.