STEVE'S 44TH BIRTHDAY... AND HE WAS BORN AMAZINGLY!

        Sharing this info again!  I always love when my son has a birthday time.  So... here's the reason that amazingly the Lord protected me and kept him to come.  Blessings...

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     I have posted more than once about how he was born miraculously... not just from bodies, but from the strong encouragement for abortion by my doctors.  I refused to do anything to take the baby out earlier.  AND it was mostly because of my serious body issue.  They were worried about the baby that would die, b/c of me.  I'll put most of that in after this next bit of "miracle" news.

      He is 44 on January 17.  I can't forget any of the situations that were piled on me for the 8 months of my pregnancy to his birth.  It was filled with scariness from the Doctors in the Redwood City, CA., area.
       And, again, here's the story of how he arrived...
=======================================================                                MY "ABORTION" MIRACLE!

       Every year when January 22nd hits, and the pro-choice and pro-life groups hit the news, I always want to stand up and holler, "LISTEN TO ME!!!!"
      The key: My son was born on January 17th, 1973.  And it's a miracle he was born.  So here's the info:

      In the Spring, 1972, I became pregnant for the serious situation time. I had had at least two miscarriages in the previous two years, and, while driving home from church that Sunday afternoon, the pain began strongly again; I was only 6 weeks pregnant. It was the exact feeling and timing of the other miscarriages. I went to a Doctor, who was available at his work place immediately on that Sunday afternoon, and after checking me, he suggested that I not have this baby, that I let "Nature" bring this to an end. He gave me some pills to take "whenever I felt that pain."  Well, at home, I was in pain that day, but even when in pain, I didn't take any pills; I was not a medicine-oriented person. What I discovered many months later was that the pills would not have relieved the pain, but would have caused a medical abortion.
      Occasionally, during the next several months, other doctors tried to convince me to let them bring the birth to an end. I was told that this baby would be a mental and physical vegetable, that I would always have to care for "it" and would never be free OR that the baby could die very soon and I would suffer from that death; "Mother Nature" had tried to free it "now."
     Well, I refused. Can't say I wasn't frightened about what the results would be. In fact, I was terrified during the pregnancy, especially when I was forced to be in bed for about two months that summer and had this fear pouring through my heart and mind constantly. But, I knew it wasn't what God would want me to do, so I simply couldn't; sometimes I felt Him hold my hand and encourage me to stand in that rocky area. The baby's Dad, my former husband, basically just told me to do what I needed to do. Except for one "spiritual" Mom in that portion of Redwood City/San Mateo who gave me a Word when she could, I walked through this alone.
      [You must recall or know that in those days talking to a pastor about these physical issues was not reasonable, or going to a counselor wasn't easy (especially since I couldn't afford it), and ultrasound wasn't a medical part of our lives. Life has most certainly changed now. I also had no family I could talk to.]     The baby was due on January 12. On the 16th, I was rushed to Stanford University for the delivery about 9 at night. Labor had kicked in that evening. When I was in that place when the baby was being delivered, about 6:30 AM the 17th, the nurse asked if I wanted to look in the mirror so I could watch the baby come out. All of a sudden, I was obviously more terrified than anyone, including me, knew it. I screamed, "NO!!!"
     And then the baby came. And HE was not a vegetable. He looked exactly like his sister who had arrived October 9, 1969, in that same hospital, he was an ounce heavier than she had been, and 1/2 inch longer in length. That was all. Period.
     They did some stuff to me and pulled out a bunch of my "baby" stuff -- so I could never have a baby again -- and I was in the hospital for a few days.  Then me and my baby went home. Didn't know anything about the Roe v. Wade abortion approval, even though this picture was taken that very day, January 22nd.

 

     

  In fact, I didn't know anything about that for some time; life was extremely stressful and my recovery took several months. Survival was my only focus then.
      But to know that the Lord gave me a son at the same time that law came into being, and that He had helped me walk through those horrible times with very caring and concerned doctors, probably some of the most seriously compelled to do the best for me and the "fetus", still just fills my heart with appreciation for Him. 

 He was baptized and his step-dad and I were there for him.

                   Steve and his son Dyllon, 3 years ago on
                   Steve's 40th B-day Steve's sister, Renae.

FILLED WITH JOY RE: REVELATION!!

     Those last chapters might make you smile and rejoice just as I do.   The Lord had me read it through it, during this past week, and He had me begin again today.  I read Chapters 1-3.  Yesterday I read Chapters 19-22.  Always made me smile and rejoice.  Hope that when I'm in Heaven I'll know some of this.  Anyhow, the photos I'd taken in other parts of our nation and other places in our world I had put some of the Words on.  Well, Paris, Morocco,  California, and Tacoma, Washington and Washington/Oregon with the Columbia River.  So, putting the Word of the Bible as often as possible!

MY BIRTHDAY!!!

      Oh, on Saturday, July 9th, I was officially 71 years old.  I

woke up a bit and walked around the house a bit.  But, normally, I struggle much.  A few hours later, nearly 2 in the afternoon, my husband came home from his job at our church and picked me up and took me to my daughter's home.  Was a blessing to see her and her husband and some of my grandkids, and my great-grandson.  Then, munching food pieces and hugging and kissing is all I could do for about 2 hours.   
       THEN my husband drove many of the areas outside of Omaha to the towns and the acres and the hills where for about a year, when going around that whole area,  I've been a

worshiper and a prayer and I praise and sing.  It took about 2 hours.  Then I was home and Saturday night I had a few wonderful phone calls. 
       NOW, tomorrow a special lady is coming from Washington and we've never spent time together for 42 years.  When I was in Redwood City, CA, when I was 23, we ended up in a church.  She, a few years ago moved up the Washington.  She'd been in that portion of California for MANY years, since she was a kid and in her early 60s to get to Washington.  Now she's flying out and being here in Omaha for a week and it's a HUGE blessing.  We'll be picking her up at the airport tomorrow.  My son and my grandson will be taking us to lunch in a couple days re: my birthday, BUT they won't know what a blessing this is until we're together.  When she was babysitting my kids when I was working, she was very special for me.  Until I was 28, and being a special friend with and for her and her kids,  I suddenly flew out here, which was a miracle.  My daughter was 4-1/2 years old and my son was 16 months old.  So, adding 42 years to their ages means they ain't young and they both have kids and strong jobs.  Can hardly wait to see her tomorrow and hope to spread her to my kids in a special way.  I'll show her lots of other things in the Omaha area re: what a blessing this was.    It will be a wonderful situation during this week.  Then she'll be flying back out to the west.
      Anyhow, I don't know when and how I can read your things, b/c I'll be doing much with my friend for a week.  BUT I'll try to look at all your writing portion.  She, I hope, can be reading something... maybe when I give her "The Annie Project"... I'll attempt to read your things during that time.
      As I've said to you in the past, and it's much of the present, my dementia has increased and my body issue is a challenge.  The Lord healed my heart very strongly when I was 28, 39, and 42.  And He protected and kept me when even as a kid and adult in a variety of places in our nation and other places when I could have been murdered easily.  Obviously, I'd have been in Heaven a long time ago!  Well, I worship and pray and glorify the Lord and rejoice and look at Heaven much of the time when I see clouds.  
      Bless you all.  AND you're a blessing for many people.  AND the picture of me and my husband was at the lunch time at my daughter's.  

AS A KID AND AN OLD LADY MY LORD HAS HEALED AND SAVED ME STRONGLY!!

       TRUTHFULISM STRIKES AGAIN!!  Even when a photo has Jeremiah words, this and many other portions are filled truthfully in the Bible, of course.

       As I indicated on this photo, it was during our wedding vacation time [the wedding was September 21, '85] and it was a huge blessing for me to be in Lake Superior.  I was an ocean addict since I was a kid when born in Portland and raised in Vancouver, Tacoma, Klickitat and working in Seattle.  I was 28 when the Lord moved me out of California to Omaha, and, formerly, I had been seeing the Pacific Ocean from Washington, Oregon, and California.  I had never been up to Lake Superior to see this and it was a really wonderful gift from my husband -- it looked like an "ocean".  He'd been born and raised in the Twin Cities and he was at the Offutt Airforce Base.  And I had been in Omaha.  The Lord suddenly put us together at a church.  What a blessing to have such a wonderful husband and he was wonderful for my daughter and son then and now for six grandkids.  They all put up with me, BUT they all love him so much. 

Our Wedding and Renae was 15 and Steve was 12; they loved him then!

They love him now... and this was a couple years ago!

        Anyhow, I often am filled with joyfulness through the Lord, and, if I am alive and my brain and body working, I'll be rejoicing April 15, 2016, b/c it will be the 50th year event since the Lord officially broke into me and let me accept Him when I was 20.  I had been filled with sinfulness and horrific situations for most of my years,  as a young kid and a teenager, even though I had strongly known the truthfulness re: the Lord.  As I was going to commit suicide when I was 18 and 19, He broke in and protected me and dropped special people into my life. 

      [ Surprisingly, I was dropped in and encouraged through a Portland Avenue Baptist Church in Tacoma, WA, March, '66.  I never had had a picture of that until April, 2014. A friend who wanted to know of me re: my age situation,  she drive all around my former Tacoma area when I was visiting there.  Well, she was so excited to see this church. It ain't Baptist any more and hasn't been for about 20 years, but other things have been in it, and it's still being used by some sorts of Godly-Words.  So that was a picture of me with it in August, 2014.]

     
       Bless you all.  I don't know when/how I'll keep blogging, b/c my dementia has increased significantly and I can't read and write very well, very often... even though I'd done it since I was about 6 years old in Klickitat,WA, in the first grade of school. Now,  I can't do anything very well.  

BUT I love the Lord and -- moment-by-moment, day-by-day, night-by-night -- I worship, rejoice, glorify, and honor!

COMPASSION FROM OUR HEAVENLY FATHER!

I FOCUS ON THE WORD OF GOD AND 

FOCUS ON OUR WORLD

AND HOW HE HAS FIT ALL OF THEM AND US TOGETHER.

HE'S A HUGE... HUGE... HUGE... BLESSING!!

AND EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY

I WORSHIP HIM AND REJOICE HIM.

[I'VE SHARED THIS PHOTO BEFORE, BUT IT WAS

DROPPED ON ME AGAIN TONIGHT.  IT IS A BLESSING FOR ME 

TO SEE AND REJOICE AND BE FILLED WITH HIS LOVE! ] 

 

MY DAUGHTER!!

    This is filled with a lot of information.  But most of it is pretty important re: Renae.  AND for about 20 years she has been an occupational therapist.  So, here's info pieces from my life when the beginning of her birth.   
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     Renae's 46th birthday was last Friday, the 9th.  When I married her dad in Tacoma, WA, December 24, 1968, she entered my body 2 months later.  We were in Tacoma until April, '69.  Then, surprisingly to me, was heading to California.  I had no idea re: it, but my husband had never told me where we were going, but had to leave Tacoma.  I found out later that he was taking me to the city area where he'd been at as a kid.  However,  in that area he was in jail when he was very young... 6 years old... and in and out from then through his youth and teenage times.  He stole a car and hit the road to Idaho when he was 18. He met a lady and was married for a time there. 
     Amazingly, while in a very serious hospital situation in Tacoma, it was assumed he would die.  Well, things changed and he had come to the Lord in '67 shortly after he had thought of the Lord strongly when he was alive.  When he was taking me down towards California about 4 months after our marriage, he wanted to drop in to see his dad in San Mateo. His mother had died several years earlier of cancer and his oldest sister had been dead in a car situation in New York City when he was in his teens.  Even though his dad had never wanted any time with David, miraculously the dad accepted us and seemed to like me.  So, we stayed with him for a couple months, then went to Redwood City at an apartment.  Renae was truly on the way.
     The blessing for me was connected to a church...very strongly Presbyterian church in many ways, and filled strongly with worshiping the Lord through it and met a significant spiritual pile of "family".  David and I ended up with spiritual parents.  A huge blessing!
      Renae was born, October 9, 1969, at the hospital in Palo Alto, CA, Stanford University.  In the next few days, I ended up with some special issues and was taken back and forth after being home and the nurses and doctors thought I might die from serious issues in my body since the birth.  And, amazingly, I lived.
     So, Renae lived in California as a kid until she was 4-1/2,  then Omaha as a kid and until about 12 and back here when 14 and as an adult.  Just for a couple years in Edmond,Oklahoma, she was in her 8th and 9th grades. We had moved down there, b/c her dad was a wonderful roofer and that was a great place to be.  Seriousness occurred.  Then, because of my divorce situation, I returned back up to Omaha where we had lots of friends and she went to the same school she'd been at most of the time in this portion of Omaha and then graduated. And she has lived here most of the time.  After graduation she went to Tacoma to do a couple of jobs and spending time with my mom and sisters.  Then she went to the area of New Jersey to be a babysitter.  She returned to Omaha when she was 21, because she wanted to get married soon, and it happened.
     Anyhow, just wanted to show a few pictures as she was a kid.  Yes, she's 46, has 5 kids-- 2 boys and 3 girls-- and, through one of her daughters she has a grandson coming in a couple weeks. [And I'll be a great-grandma.  WOW!]

First photo and she was just a few days old.

Renae's Dedication at the Presbyterian Hospital when she was 2 months old.

 

First Day at School, September, '74, Omaha

Graduation, May, '86.  Me, her Step-dad, and her brother/my son, Steve.
  [OH, and BTW, I ended up marrying in May, '85, and her step-dad's name is much the same as her dad's was.  
Dad is David; Step-Dad is Dave.]

And the twins graduated this past May, their older brother graduated a year earlier, and the other sister and brother are moving into schools on a regular basis.  

I THIRST FOR HIM WHENEVER!

READING A BIBLE PORTION THIS MORNING, 

THIS PSALM PIECE JUMPED OUT AT ME 

VERY STRONGLY.  NOT THE ONLY TIME I'VE 

READ THIS VERSE, OF COURSE, BUT IT 

TRULY GRABBED ME THIS MORNING, 

SO I DECIDED TO TOSS IT OUT AT 

ALL OF YOU IN THE WORLD.  

TRULY, TRULY, TRULY!!

OH, AND I TOOK THIS PHOTO IN SPRING, '09, WHEN DRIVING 

TO AND FROM OMAHA TO CALIFORNIA TO GO TO A SPECIAL EVENT 

IN SAN DIEGO, WHERE I'D NEVER BEEN.  THE LORD TOLD ME TO GO,

 SO I DID.  IT WAS WORTH IT!!  AND HE TOLD ME TO DRIVE, 

NOT FLY, BECAUSE I COULD SEE PEOPLE FROM HERE TO THERE

 AND BACK AGAIN, SEEING SPIRITUAL WARFARE SITUATIONS

 AND DEMONIC ISSUES IN A VARIETY OF STATES.  

ONE OF MY FAVORITES WAS STAYING AT A COLLEGE AREA

 A BIT NORTHWEST OF LOS ANGELES, AND SEEING

 A PICTURE  OF MY FAVORITE MISSIONARY LADY WHO

 I'D READ ABOUT FOR MANY YEARS.  IT WAS RIGHT BY THE 

MAIN DOOR IN THAT APARTMENT AREA.

  WHAT A BLESSING THAT WAS!

 

STEVE IS 42 TODAY...IT'S A MIRACLE!!

And I have posted more than once about how he was born miraculously... not just from bodies, but from the encouragement for abortion from my doctors.  I'll put most of that in after this next bit of "miracle" news.

He is 42 today now.  I can't forget any of the situations that were piled on me for the 8 months of my pregnancy to his birth.  It was filled with scariness from the Doctors in the Redwood City, CA., area.

Tomorrow Dave and I are meeting Steve and his son, Dyllon, at our house.  Don't know where we'll go, what we'll do, but being with them counts significantly. 


And, again, here's the story of how he arrived...
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MY "ABORTION" MIRACLE

 
Every year when January 22nd hits, and the pro-choice and pro-life groups hit the news, I always want to stand up and holler, "LISTEN TO ME!!!!"
The key: My son was born on January 17th, 1973. Last week he turned 39. And it's a miracle he was born.

In the Spring, 1972, I became pregnant for the severaleth time. I had had at least two miscarriages in the previous two years, and, while driving home from church that Sunday afternoon, the pain began again; I was only 6 weeks pregnant. It was the exact feeling and timing of the other miscarriages. I went to a Doctor immediately on that Sunday afternoon, and after checking me, he suggested that I not have this baby, that I let "Nature" bring this to an end. He gave me some pills to take "whenever I felt that pain." At home, even when in pain, I didn't take any pills; I'm not a medicine-oriented person. What I discovered many months later was that the pills would not have relieved the pain, but would have caused a medical abortion.

 Occasionally, during the next several months, other doctors tried to convince me to let them bring the birth to an end. I was told that this baby would be a mental and physical vegetable, that I would always have to care for "it" and would never be free OR that the baby could die very soon and I would suffer from that death; "Mother Nature" had tried to free it "now."

Well, I refused. Can't say I wasn't frightened about what the results would be. In fact, I was terrified during the pregnancy, especially when I was forced to be in bed for about two months that summer and had this fear pouring through my heart and mind constantly. But, I knew it wasn't what God would want me to do, so I simply couldn't; sometimes I felt Him hold my hand and encourage me to stand in that rocky area. The baby's Dad, my former husband, basically just told me to do what I needed to do. Except for one spiritual Mom who gave me a Word when she could, I walked through this alone.

 [You must recall or know that in those days talking to a pastor about these physical issues was not reasonable, going to a counselor wasn't easy (especially since I couldn't afford it), and ultrasound wasn't a medical part of our lives. Life has most certainly changed now. I also had no family I could talk to.]

The baby was due on January 12. On the 16th, I was rushed to Stanford University for the delivery. Labor had kicked in early that evening. When the baby was being delivered, about 6:30 AM the 17th, the nurse asked if I wanted to look in the mirror so I could watch the baby come out. I was obviously more terrified than anyone, including me, knew it. I screamed, "NO!!!"

And then the baby came. And HE was not a vegetable. He looked exactly like his sister had who had arrived about 3 years earlier, he was an ounce heavier than she had been, and 1/2 inch longer  in length. That was all. Period.

I was in the hospital for a few days. Didn't know anything about the Roe v. Wade abortion approval, even though this picture was taken that very day, January 22nd.

 
In fact, I didn't know anything about that for some time; life was extremely stressful and my recovery took several months. Survival was my only focus then.

But to know that the Lord gave me a son at the same time that law came into being, and that He had helped me walk through those horrible times with very caring and concerned doctors, probably some of the most seriously compelled to do the best for me and the "fetus", still just fills my heart with appreciation for Him.  

Steve and Dyllon, 2 years ago on Steve's 40th B-day

Steve's sister, Renae, and his step-dad and I.

 

HIS WORD IS WHAT COUNTS WITH ME! NEEDED MUCH!!

THIS PHOTO MAY APPEAR "BORING",

BUT HE IS NOT BORING...

HE FILLS OUR LIVES WITH HIS WORD.

THAT'S WHAT COUNTS.

FOREVER AND EVER.

MY DAUGHTER'S BIRTHDAY!

BORN IN REDWOOD CITY, CA.

SHIFTED TO OMAHA, NE, WHEN 4 YRS OLD.

FIRST DAY AT BOYD ELEMENTARY SCHOOL,

SHORTLY BEFORE BEING 5 YEARS OLD.

GRADUATION

AND SHE IS A LONG-TIME, LONG-DAY WORKER

FOR OCCUPATIONAL THERAPY.

SHE HAS 5 KIDS, A GOOD HUSBAND, 

AND LOTS AND LOTS OF FRIENDS AND FAMILY

AROUND AND ABOUT.

HER BIRTHDAY PUTS HER AT 45.  SHE AIN'T A YOUNG 'UN ANY MORE.  

[AND IN 9 MONTHS, I WILL BE 70.  HOPE SHE WILL KEEP 
PUTTING UP WITH ME.]  

ANGELS OF GOD PROTECT ME...THEN AND NOW.

This took place in the early summer of 1972.  

In Redwood City, California, Doctors had told me to stay in bed ASAP for a couple months so my baby might survive.  Prior to that, the Doctors had tried to get me to let them abort the baby, since they were convinced it would be mentally and physically "dead".  I was terribly frightened about that possibility, but, as a Christian, I refused to have the baby removed.  AND, in those days, talking to a pastor or Christian counselor and bluntly describing things didn't work very well.  [Life is definitely different now for nearly all of us.]  My husband, basically, said it was up to me.  I hardly told anyone.  Just kept it strongly in my heart and mind.

A couple weeks after "living" in bed, it was a very late night and still about 2 AM had the light on.  I'd been reading for hours.  My 2-year-old daughter was asleep in her room. My husband was not in the apartment, but was hanging out in another apartment building where he was in charge of cleaning and fixing.  It was a couple towns north of ours towards San Francisco.

Suddenly, I saw a satanic "person" in my room and "he" began pressuring my chest.  I  could hardly breathe.  All I could do was say one word:  Jesus.  With horrible difficulty and very, very hard, I choked it out.  

After just a few times, my chest pressure relieved and I could breathe and it was an amazing moment.  I knew Jesus' angels had broken in through Him, for my heart, and for my baby.

My husband arrived about an hour later.  I don't recall ever telling him.  I told my spiritual Mom Joyce, who lived in San Mateo area, and she and her husband, John, often prayed for me and lifted me higher and higher for His protection.

I'm a grateful lady, to say the least.  The Lord protected me ... and brought my son into the world in good health.

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BTW, Steve's Dad and I divorced in 1984.

And, as I've told about my son's birthday every year on my blog, the official national abortion law came into effect 5 days after he was born.  God protected both of us then, and have many times now.  Steve is 41 and making it.

Me with him on his graduation day, May, 1991

YOUNG BRIDE...BARREN DESERTS

AND EVEN THOUGH I AIN'T A YOUNG 'UN,

I HOPE I WILL CONTINUE TO FOLLOW HIM...

MOMENT-BY-MOMENT,

DAY-BY-DAY,

YEAR-BY-YEAR.

HE'S ALL I CAN COUNT ON FOREVER,

EVEN THOUGH BLESSED BY MANY

LOVING FAMILY AND FRIENDS,

INCLUDING MY DEAR EARTHLY HUSBAND.