Last week my daughter was sick and a certain special young man (who we approve of) came by with red roses for her. They do have medicinal quality, I believe! I got her the pink one. Several days later she wanted to dry them and came up with a cute solution. She also has a great place for her necklace collection. So, I decided to post a few pictures of what she's done. Then I better get to the pleasure of cooking some din-din. I think we'll have beef and egg noodles and stuffed peppers. My daughter-in-love inspired me to do the peppers. She's a fabulous cook! So, here I go. Have a safe weekend everyone!

church right now, going through the Beth Moore study on Esther. I have read the book on Esther and know the story.  I love getting together with all the other gals and having fun, laughing, praying...we have a fabulous group. What I'm not keen on is the extra current day fluff that is added to Esther's story! Why not just read what the Bible says and then study how things were back then, along with the original language meanings? Oh well. I'm not there today b'cuz half way into the night I woke up with some bad fussing and fuming going on in my intestines. After I spent some time in the bathroom, I collapsed into bed and dumped my heart out to the Lord.  Earnest prayer for my son Jonathan and his safety, prayer for my daughter and her attitude, prayer for my xanga friends and in person friends and family. Finally, I went to sleep and next thing I knew, Hubby was waking me up so that I could get ready for going to Bible Study! There was NO WAY I could get my eyes open and my body out of that warm little bed. Not for Esther. I went back to sleep and had a scary dream. I was under a large bridge on a dirt ledge on the side with only slightly more than a foot width for a path and it got more narrow ahead, leading my son and others. Beyond where we were, was an airport where humungous roach shaped flying things were taking off and coming right over the bridge. They were red and non- threatening. I had very little room to lead us off of the ledge and had to decide to turn back rather than go ahead. Going ahead was out of the question; we would've slipped into the water below. I had no faith to go forward, only fear. I didn't believe a miracle could get us through. I used my common sense, however to do what I knew I could do. We safely got off the ledge by going back and that was the end. In reality, this is how I usually drive my life. Be cautious and sensible. When you end up in a precarious situation, take the safest way out. I do need to work on trust for an adventure and faith for a scare. I know the Power that is in me! The key is to live as if I claim it! Not just for a few hours in a day, but all day every day!

 What a week it's been! Once you declare war on the enemy, hah! The enemy gears up and throws a punch or two or three. But guess what. I have my armour on and will not put up with the nonsense! God's almighty power is free and available and I'm claiming it to take on this crazyness. One thing that keeps me grounded instead of hysterical is going out to take pictures. I enjoy GOD'S creation and there is a beautiful feeling I get when I can be out there in it, observing up close or from far away. When Hubby is with me, it's even better. So, I'll post a few pictures here and  you can get a glimpse of where we live.

While a big storm rages outside, I am warmed by so many comments that were left by all of you on my Kitchen blog! Our new, added space has been a much longed for dream come true, and yes, Amber, it DOES inspire me to cook more! It's an important tool. A guy needs a decent set of tools in order to fix the car or a plumbing leak or whatever. I needed a decent set of tools and work space to create better meals and warm gatherings for my family and friends. I did give that need/dream over to the Lord; I completely let go of it and simply concentrated on living in the moment and trusting God to lead me no matter what the circumstances of each day brought. It's never easy, but if you listen to His voice, it's always a blessing. This kitchen happened because my inlaws died. My husband and his brothers put their parents' old house in Scottsdale up for sale and the money from that sale enabled us to do what we've done here. My mother-in-law would love this kitchen and she would've been able to get around in her wheel chair. We put a whole new floor in (engineered wood- grade 2 from back east) from the front door to the back; not without headaches as a result of our bad contractor pouring an uneven concrete base. But with perseverence, it all came together, for the glory of God and for the reaching out to comfort those who come through our door.  We are not in this to gloat or show off. Those characteristics are sickening to us; we've seen them in certain family members and vowed to never become that way. My heart is to be sensitive to people who have suffered and to give them a boost to get past the victim stage and into victorious thinking! Not like I'm totally there, but God has shown me what can be done. The past week has been an emotional roller coaster for me since last weekend. Yesterday, I nearly had a panic attack in the dental chair and I realized I needed to only need my Savior, my Comforter. It seems as soon as Hubby and I talked Saturday and Sunday about what we'd hoped to begin doing (a new venture) for God's glory, we got hit by trying circumstances. The enemy unleashed on us! Then I was reminded of and have been absorrbing the truth that because Christ is in me and I am in Him, there is nothing to fear. His power is completely available to me and the people who work for the enemy are lost.

The trees outside have lost some of their limbs from the wind and rain and snow. Some of our friends have lost electricity and their roofs are leaking. We'll be offering to have them come here if they need to, if their family members don't have room or whatever. We're supposed to get 6-10 inches of new snow, so we'll see what happens. I just am craving to help people! While all this is going on, I peek at the TV to catch the stories of Haitians, etc. being rescued from the rubble. It makes me wish I could build a place for them to come live! There's so much to be thankful for! I hope you all are safe and I really look forward to the day when we can all be together because of Christ's resurrectiion and our choice to believe in Him!

We're not 100 percent finished. These pictures are obviously of our new kitchen, for which we are extremely grateful! The people who know us well know that this has been the impossible dream for years. God totally worked this one for us; this is HIS deal and we are using our space for Him. I would feel terrible if anyone were to envy us for this because this house is not about us really. Yes, it's a pretty awesome kitchen, and now we can even sit as a family around a dining table for the first time ever. Our place is about who can be invited in, to be comforted, loved, shown friendship, fed. Alot of people need a haven to sit down in for a bit. Hopefully, this will be that haven, not just for our family but for who the Lord brings here.

With my codeine cough medicine in my purse, I was ready and pretty much rarin' to go over the mountain. Hubby and I dropped our teens off at our oldest son's house, visited for awhile, then just Hubby and I went over to Sedona for awhile. We really just needed to "get away" and I had my trusty Nikon to help me enjoy this outing! There is an insane amount of art to look at; so much that it seems to take away the beauty of the natural surroundings. We looked in a couple of art studios and I took pictures of sculptures and things that were on display outside all over the place. Some of the art was truly beautiful, some of it downright bizzare. We ignored all the weird, bad vibe stuff that is the result of confused minds who worship other gods and such. I could sense that a spiritually weak person could get sucked into the vortex of some of the strange beauty that is portrayed here and there; pulled away into an abyss of the opened mind. Because I am strong in my faith in Christ and who He is, I was able to delight in the red rocks, flowers, Fall leaves still on the ground next to freshly planted pansies and even in in the creative art that appealed to my quirky nature. Our little getaway was nice and I am thankful for what the Lord showed me. 2 Peter 3:17 "...take care that you are not carried away with the error of lawless people and lose your own stability. (vs 18), but grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ."

Well, my dears, I have faced the New Year. 2010 is really an amazing number. The party we had in our new kitchen/old livingroom (freshly painted), was a success! I was not in the least bit uncomfortable, as a certain person behaved himself and I was so occupied with everything Martha-ish. Our Italian soup and cream cheese brownies were a hit and the general visiting was pleasant, except the woman who knows everything and chats nonstop about it all. The truly funny thing is, she has a "human interest" story for every single stinkin' subject that anyone and everyone brings up! She amazes me! You just have to plan to not have to tell your own story 'cuz you'll just not get a chance to  interrupt her with your own first breath! I couldn't be irritated with the poor soul; she's always dying for attention. I COULD get irritated with another couple but I won't waste time on that one. There's better things to talk about. Like how life is going to proceed from this day forward. It kind of feels like getting married; the paper signing part and the knowing that things will be new (provided you haven't already lived together and done the deed). It's a new beginning, a new feeling, a new hope, a new expectation, even exhilaration, wondering if some of the happenings I hope for will happen! Will I lose weight? Will I be in shape, physically to RUN? Will I see significant spiritual change, running my race well? Will my husband and I grow closer together spiritually? What about our children and their all around growth? How will my parenting change or stay the same? What about my parents? Dad keeps falling. How will I deal with aging parents? Will I love my most irritating neighbor? What about standing up for what is true? What about being BOLD to tell people that there is eternal life after physical death for those who accept the truth that Jesus Christ is the Son of God and that believing in Him and abiding in Him is the only way to go to Heaven? And that hell is real and eternal for those who don't choose Christ! What about sacrificial giving, not only of money but of everything we have; things, time, talent? Balancing that with our needed time with our closest loved ones? Time with the Lord, ALONE, communing with the Lord? The better part of me doesn't want this to be a ME year; the weak human part of me totally wants a me year. Where do I live? Right now, in a hopeful state, in Christ. HE is where I live; He is my House, my HOME. I dwell in Him. I abide in Him. Because I'm human and deal with fleshly feelings, I do slip out of the door and attempt to go and do my own thing. But He reaches out and taps on my shoulder and coaxes me back in. This is why I can sleep tonight on the first night of a new decade, a new year. 2010, let it begin.

Some people are huggers. I am one of them. My primary way of showing affection is to hug. I suppose it's not only because I do love people and want that connection, but it's also because I NEED that connection. I have learned who the non-huggers are and have been kind enough to justt pat them on the shoulder because I'd never want to make them feel uncomfortable. That sensitivity comes from having had my own boundaries invaded as a young girl. Some people just don't "get it" and they burst through everyone's bubble, wreaking havoc wherever they go. There is someone in my world who tends to do this to me; a mega hugger who wants to hug me and I feel uncomfortable with this hugger. Only that hugger is hugging with his eyeballs. As in looking at me far longer or more often than he should be. I "catch" him at it and I don't do a thing to provoke him. I'm always chatting with people, hugging and greeting people and there he is. Ew. So, we are coming up on New Year's Eve and  hubby has invited all these people to our house for a party. Including this "hugger" and his impossibly chatty wife who knows absolutley everything. No, I am not worried. I am a big girl and I know that my comfort level is in the Lord's hands. I do want to be a gracious hostess and have everyone come and enjoy our new kitchen, which they have all prayed for!!! My hubby is aware of my discomfort but doesn't really understand a woman's God-given intuition to sense a man with a problem. In this group situation, it should be okay, but I wish we could just have done without this one couple. But later they'd hear about the party and know they were left out and that wouldn't be good either. They are like the pine needles in a bowl of berries. But that's life, isn't it!?

Sometimes I must give up on my Plan A and accept that my Plan B is GOD's Plan A, especially at this time of year! Things have been crazy around here. Besides the remodel job, (kitchen is pretty much finished-YAY), we've had a touch of sickness(I feel very Bronchitisy), alot of emotional aggravation due to outside family sources, and what I call churchianity, which is when the pastors expect us to drop what we're doing to  come and be involved in ministry things. That they get paid for and we've done willingly for years but are now so very burned out from! We love to help but don't love being shmoozed and taken advantage of. So there's that and the fact that we are not ready for what everyone normally expects to happen at Christmas. Not ready because yes, the house has to be a priority and also because of the churchianity, some of which we actually enjoy.  Just not so often that it steals our family together time! Tomorrow, while we have relatives here who we haven't seen in 2 years because of a divorce, my teens have to be at church for a worship team practice that they were supposed to have been excused from so that we could all be together as a family with our relatives. The pastor in charge called me about it and I, through the choking bronchitis type coughing and raspy voice kindly agreed to "just" one hour of practice. What could I do? He had me at a very weak moment.  So, I told myself tat the Lord knows about all of this, just like He's always known about everything. He knows where my Fa-la-la-la-LA is even though I don't. He  holds the joy and He is the source for my celebration! He gives me an inner voice to sing with when my vocal chords are shot. He knows about all the families who enjoy being together but are guilted into busyness, therefore cannot BE together like they should be. He knows about the people who lie and deny and refuse to take responsibility for their perverted, destructive ways.He knows about your wounded heart and mine, about your desires and mine. About our friendships gone good and bad. About money taken and the money we've freely given; it's all HIS. I don't have to grip tightly to any pain, money, relationship or any material thing. All that matters is that HIS love is in me and drives me from one moment to the next and it's because of His love that I can even do a thing for His glory! His love and forgiveness through me will put the Fa-la-la-la-LA in this Christmas.

When I was a little girl, I loved to run and I did it well. Mostly in short spurts because of my short legs. I loved watching the birds at the seashore run just as fast as they could on their funny little 3 toed feet, then up, up and away they'd fly! I wanted to do that; run in order to fly. But wings never sprouted on me so I had to be satisfied with just running around and running races at school. I was very, very quick. But lack of conditioning and training led me to shin splints and wheezing. Then came the pronouncement from my father that killed my spirit: You can never BE a runner because your legs are too short! I'm sure he didn't mean to kill my spirit. He was just being brutally honest in his mind, but he caused me to adopt a defeatist mentality. I'll never be a runner. I'll never be able to fly. To get away from the ugliness and stress in life; away from people  who were not as they should have been to me, with me, for me. How, then could I deal with my strong inner desire to run if I was not meant to be a runner? I could mentally run. Conditioning can begin at a later age. Old dogs CAN learn new tricks, right? How do you run, spiritually? What race are you in? In Galatians 5:7 it says (Paul wrote), "You were running well. Who hindered you from obeying the truth?.." This is in context with the Galatians falling for the teaching that Christians must be circumcised in order to be accepted by God. These people had been running a good race and then were sidelined it seems. What happened? What about their focus, their training? How could they forget what Paul taught them about God's truth? This verse really hit me this morning as I lay in bed reading my Bible. This is exactly what I need to help charge me up for when I'm well enough to get up! My desire to run well, both physically and spiritually is back in full force. With proper conditioning, I shall do everything I can to succeed. To run the race, to finish with flying colors. To run as if I will sprout wings and fly! So, there's alot to be done now. I am beginning the new course right here in bed as I recover from what began as the worst sore throat I ever had, aches and pains. I shall read what God gives me to study up on running the race. I'd love to hear the words, "You ARE running well. You ARE a runner!"

What a relief to know my son did get home, all in one piece. You just never know...  So, now let's see if I can get a few pictures to appear here! Just random pictures. One showing that I actually got up early enough to greet the morning sun! In the girls' picture, my Brianne is on the left. She and her friend Audra had been out shopping for an Angel Tree child.  The footprints in the snow are from when our little terrier decided to go for a walk. Hubby found her a few houses away. She was quite happy to have escaped and wanted to go back out! I was practically sick at the thought that she might be lost for good! I can't take anymore drama right now! Well, dear friends, it's time to get a good night of sleep.

In the midst of a blustery storm, I texted my son Jonathan. He is a Loomis Armored truck guy. They pick up money from businesses... I texted, "It's snowing!" He later texted back, "Tell me about it!" As it turns out, he and his partner were out on the freeway, where they were going to head north to Flagstaff. Because of the snow, there were 2 wrecks ahead of them. They ended up idling there for hours.  I sent out a prayer request and spent alot of heart to heart time with God. I just wanted to cry because I felt sick at the thought that my dear firstborn, husband to my daughter-in-love, father to my 4 grandchildren, was in a bad place. Cold, slick, dangerous. I did finally tell the Lord that I never want to think about losing this boy or any of my other loved ones! But if it is HIS will, then....well, you know. I HAVE to trust Him to take care of Jonathan. I have to let go and believe that He will. I must give my entire heart to the Lord and be still. And know. To really know that He is God and His best really is best. At about 8:00 I felt peace. Half an hour later my cell phone finally made it's little doorbell ring, indicating I received a text message. From Jonathan. Whew! He said they finally made it to Flagstaff! What??? I was SO hoping he'd say he was HOME. But the weather was so bad and they had to take the truck to the "office" in Flagstaff. And spend the night at a hotel, paid for by their boss. The boss offered to drive them home tomorrow. There's at least 18 inches of snow in Flag now. The storm is supposed to get worse. Be still my heart! I have been praying for dear Tara and the children as this is not a normal occurrence. This kind of storm doesn't normally hit either! I know that so many people are going through things far worse than this. But no matter what, it is good for us all to care for and pray for each other. The wind is insane but certainly not tornadic. Our snow turned to slush and we've had sheets and sheets of rain. As long as the trees don't drop big limbs onto our house or the electrical wires, we'll be fine. All I need is the assurance that my son will get safely home tomorrow.

On my head grows fine hair. My roots are both dark brown and grey.  It is time for a root job, but  I am so tired of the almost neon blinding blonde that my hair guy has applied for so long. I have expressed interest in having him make me darker, to blend in with all the dark stuff that grows in the back. He is the expert, of course, and he suggested that in order to do what I want, he'd have to cut off most of my hair and let the natural stuff grow out. Hmmm. I dug that memorable conversation out of my head this morning and out of the blue, (or grey?), I found a pair of sewing scissors in my hand. Never have I been so possessed! With one hand, I held up a clump of what felt like nuclear hair, and with the scissors hand, I cut. As the shock of what I had done settled in, I considered my options in what to do. Hair 911. I continued to cut, ever so careful to not completely ruin my appearance. After all, I had a dental appointment at 2:00! I didn't want to be ashamed of how I looked to the entire dental staff and any friends I might run into there! Once I completed my haircut, I decided to wait to call a young, aspiring hairdresser friend. I'll call her tomorrow to see if she can "fix" me. I didn't do too badly, but I can see in the rear view mirror that the back needs help. Later, I went to the dentist. I did run into a friend, and neither she nor the dental staff said anything about my choppy look. Whew! What the hygienist and the dentist DID tell me is tthat I need a ROOT canal! UG! I do not do well with that kind of dental work. I don't do well even with the cleaning where they shove their special toothpaste into every nook and cranny of my sensitive teeth. And then there's the picking and scraping and scrathing and....oooo, okay. Enough! So, a root job on the head to even me out somehow and a root canal on a broken, garbage filled tooth. One root job to beautify, to cover up what I don't want to be seen. The other root job to clean out what shouldn't be hiding, polluting. This makes me think about the root work that God's been doing in my soul; diggin and cleaning out. It hurts, but afterwards, I feel so much better! His healing power is what I need for my heart and my head! HE gets to the roots, no matter what kind they are. He clears and He covers, as He decides when and how. I am so very blessed to even be aware of who He is and to know in my humanness how to love Him and how to accept His love for me!

My 151/2 year old Ryan loves to eat his M&Ms a certain way. By twos; each pair being the exact same color. Does this mean he has OCD? Or is he just being ridiculously picky about this one thing? I suppose whatever it is, he inherited from me because I do like alot of things to be a certain way. In order. Pretty. Clean. Symmetrical. As a kid, I couldn't color outside of the lines. It has taken me a long time to be able to do watercolor and let colors bleed! What a freeing experience to let go of rigidity! Our extremely frustrating remodel project has shown me many things about people; character and such. I've had to let go of certain expectations and accept things the way they are! Like the fact that because someone messed up, the sink isn't perfectly aligned with the middle of the window. Bigger, worse mistakes were made. A gas line in the attic left uncapped. A water line in the crawl space not tightened. Duct work not properly sealed. Electrical not wired right. Gaping holes not closed and sealed. Windows slightly crooked. Siding not put on. My hero, hubby, has been able to catch and fix some of the problems. He had to fire our "friend" on Monday who stood there with a bit of a cocky stance and glazed over look, lying and denying and looking for excuses. He owes us several thousand dollars. We hear this is so very common in this world and know that some people have gone through far worse. If life could be as simple as eating your M&Ms in pairs of exact colors, or NOT, the world would be a better place! But you know, this has been, and continues to be a valuable experience. I've finally gotten to the point where I can not be angry after being burned.The peace I have by letting go of this whole situation where everything was out of my control is amazing. I LOVE this peace! I know that God knows the whole story and He knows why we hired this guy in the first place. I believe He is blessing us. Tomorrow, my hubby's friend "K" is going to come and fix the things we're not talented enough to fix. My man has worked with this man and knows how he is. They work very well together and this one is kind and concientious. There is hope! Kind of like opening a new bag of M&Ms and eating them however you want and everything will be okay in the end! I have truly missed you all and hope to be able to keep up now that things here are feeling more stable. You are very dear to me and I have continued to pray for each one of you!

The wisest of women builds her house, but folly with her own hands tears it down. Whoever walks in uprightness fears the LORD, but he who is devious in his ways despises him. Proverbs 14: 1,2.   As I advance through each minute of my life, I am constantly reminded of how I should be and where I might go. When I am standing at the bottom of steps, I naturally want to go up them. If I am at the top, I want to go down. just to go SOMEWHERE! Sometimes it is good to sit on them and rest, but not for too long lest the dust and fat and bones settle in. Right now, I would love to just run out and go take pictures, but feel it is imperitave for me to stay here and keep an eye on the remodel project. We've had quite a few glitches, which I now understand is normal. The day out there is beautiful and I am definately missing out. Like I am stuck on the steps to somewhere, going nowhere. But there is good here on this step. I am catching up on you, my xanga friend...reading and looking at pictures. I am enjoying this cyber friendship so very much. So, I guess, emotionally, I AM on a step to somewhere!

Blue and Gold. These are the colors of the local high school. They are also our younger son'.s favorite clothing colors. I love gold leaves against a vivd blue sky! There is something so crisp and definate and reliable about this picture and what it symbolizes to me. It's artistic and beautiful, natural, created. The beauty of the tree caused me to look up, up beyond the tree, as if expecting to see God holding a paintbrush dripping with color. I needed the delight of tis moment as we are in the middle of what has become a frustrating remodel project. Fortunately, our friend we hired to do the work is in good health. But his way of doing things is very wasteful and is not our way. It would be so easy to tear him apart verbally. But I won't. I know that God has a way. His way. It's better than my way or anyone else's because He is holy and perfect and divine. I fail to do His way, yet He doesn't tear me apart. He continues to love me. He forgives me. Maybe He even chuckles at the silly, un thinking things I do and say. I do realize that we are not to judge others. We are to be gracious and understanding. I never asked the Lord to give me patience. I did ask Him to show me what was ugly in my heart. i asked this quite awhile ago before we even knew we'd be doing this project! Well, let me tell you, He is showing me and I see it daily. This Ugly in my heart must be washed out completely. It may take awhile. And maybe not; it depends on how I let go of it. So many of us have been burned in life by the people who are closest to us, whether emotionally or physically close. I have been scorched a few times more than I would've liked. But here I've been, secretly scorching my friend who has been working right close by on my house. Yes, he is at fault. But it is not right for me to hold in this grudge. I need to (with hubby) lovingly go to him and express the legitimate concern and then let go completely of the anger that has been building. Then maybe everything will come together and our project will be complete. And hopefully the breaker in the new electric box will not pop tonight, robbing us of half the electricity which is running our little space heaters. The temp. tonight is supposed to be 32. We need the heaters. The addition hasn't been wrapped and sided yet. There are places where the cold wind is whipping through the gaps. There's no stove/oven. No washer or dryer. Varied types of dust covering everything. Plastic boxes filled with kitchen and Ryan's stuff are stacked in our little livingroom and in our bedroom. Ryan is sleeping on the couch, which gts a new layer of dust each day. The shop vac spews vaccumed dust out the top and all over the place! I am stating how things are right now, not complaining! I am so very thankful for what we have and what we get to do! I anticipate what all we will be able to do for God's glory once this mess is all cleaned up and prettied up! I need for the Spirit of the Lord to reign here! I yearn for His glory, like the intense gold of the leaves against the fabulous blue sky. And I hope to be His paintbrush, spreading love like beautiful shades of paint to all who come through our door.

"Say, 'Green pastures,' Autumn"! Grace loves the sound of those words and she wanted her 11/2 year old sister to say it!!!  Our little Grands are learning God's Word. Psalm 23 is awesome and I am so comforted by it every single time. Three year old Grace touched my heart by putting an emphasis on Green Pastures. That was a blessing of a little message for me as we go through our life with nothing but dirt out front and out back and with a chunk of the house torn apart. And now here I am in bed with a back problem that might've landed me in the hospital yesterday had we called for an ambulance. My bed; green pastures? "He maketh me to lie down in"... I have been forced to lie down and rest at such a busy time for which I had plans. Those plans have been put to rest for now. My heart is listening for a word from God..."He restoreth my soul" ...He has definately reminded me that He loves me. His best is better than my best. As I prop myself up to take the weight off of the more pained right side of my body, I feel like a grape vine or a young tree that is supported by a sturdy pole with ties to hold so that the life of me won't drag down into the dirt or mud and rot and wither from pain. My soul rests in what I know to be true; the Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.

We have been blessed with another grandwonder! After being concerned with a low heartrate , Andrew Levi was born at home. He is healthy and looks so much like Josiah did as a newborn. We are relieved that everything turned out to be fine! The kitchen remodel iscoming along and our cancer-fighting contractor has  a one month reprieve from chemo. Being able to focus better is a good thing for us and the progress! God is definately blessing us!

THANK YOU all so much for praying! I am asking that you will all be gracious and continue praying! Baby checked out okay: heartrate is slow but sped up when she had contractions during monitoring. Contractions were 5minutes apart but not enough for birth. We are all concerned about a chord situation, but figured something would've showed up at the hospital. Jonathan and Tara came back over here to eat dinner with us and get the little ones and then headed for home.  We have the childrens' suitcase and little Autumn's portable bed, just in case. All we have to do is drive over there and pick them up and come back here. So, hopefully we'll have a HEALTHY new baby grand tomorrow! Peaceful sleep would be wonderful. Also, my hubby worked for 11 hours today on this house; mostly on the roof. He is whipped! I am more than appreciative. I am in awe. Love, GAil 

My dear daughter-in-love, Tara, was just here for a midwife appointment. Baby's heartbeat is slow. So midwife sent my son and daughter-in-love to their hospital, which is an hour away, rather than to our hospital, which is 3 minutes away. Tara was very emotional and had been crying after midwife left. I prayed with her while I held her and her belly. God is in control; He knows how the baby is and what is going to happen. We have to trust and accept the outcome. This is my fourth Grandwonder and I truly hope that Baby is fine. Please pray!