Dayville Friends, Will You Do Me a Favor?

Barry Adams has been running our Inn & RV Park in our absence and doing such a terrific job! We are so thankful and blessed to have him and to be able to not worry in that area. I am throwing out a request to those of you who see him to let him know so!..... a shout from your car, a plate of cookies, a meal, a handshake or a hug....would mean tons from us Smitty's down here in Arizona! He is one GREAT friend!!

THANK YOU ALL OUR DAYVILLE FRIENDS...

WE CHERISH YOU ALL....

Shared Poem

Wait

Desperately, helplessly, longingly I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, Child you must wait.

Wait, you say, wait, my indignant reply.
Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened, or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked and am claiming your Word.
My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance and YOU tell me WAIT?
I’m needing a yes, a go-ahead sign,
Or even a no to which I can resign.
And Lord, you promised that if we believe
We need but to ask and we shall receive.
And Lord I’ve been asking and this is my cry:
I’m weary of asking! I need a reply.

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, you must wait.

So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut and
Grumbled to God, so I’m waiting for what?

He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
And He tenderly said, I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, cause the mountains to run.
All you seek I could give, and pleased you would be,
You would have what you want, but you wouldn’t know Me.

You’d not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You’d not know the power that I give to the faint;
You’d not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there.
You’d not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see;
You would never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove.

You would know that I give and save for a start,
But you’d not know the depth of the beat of my heart.
The glow of My comfort, late in the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that’s beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God who makes what you have LAST.

You never would know, should your pain quickly flee
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee!
Yes, your dreams for that loved one overnight could come true,
But the loss, if I lost what I’m doing in you!

So, be silent, My child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft may My answers seen terribly late:
My most precious answer of all is still: WAIT.

Long Time... Fuzzy Brain...

I logged on this morning to report that I had a much day better yesterday. They changed my pain medication from a tube to a patch - which seemed to totally take away my persistent nausea. We even went out for sushi dinner. First day I have kept three meals down in a VERY long time!

When I went to log on this morn (I have 3 blog accounts) I couldn't remember the right password! I got so frustrated I cried. It must be the pain meds. I need to focus on the good things going on... I can walk with a cane instead of a walker or a wheelchair..... haven't hit the floor yet.

Doesn't seem like golf will ever be in the picture again.. one of my saddest realizations:( However If He chooses to let me remain here longer, I keep having interesting dreams other fulfilling things that could benefit a lot a lot people :) It's something I have longed to do.

"Here O Lord When I Cry With My Voice,

Here O Lord When O Lord When I Sing With My Life."

Sunsets Make Great Backdrops

This is my Dad's sister, BeaJae and her hubby,Gary.

Life is One Day At A Time

So many photos...so little concentratration to take the time to post them. Maybe Dane's photographer, Justin, will post them on shutterfly.... Dane arrived home with a really high fever, feeling really crappy:(

We are settled back in in Mesa, using home hospice care. Mike and Lyndee are getting to be experts at administering my "happy juice" (as Debbie calls it).