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the best player in America...what a shame that we won't see him go on in the tournament. i don't usually complain about the refs, but first the seahawks, and now this game? | | |
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We got engaged March 4th...details to come...
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| Thanks to everyone for their
phone calls, emails, cards, visits, etc. I can't tell you how
overwhelmed I am by your love and care. It gives me comfort to know I
have so much family around me. Please forgive me for not responding
earlier, but I will slowly be replying to all your messages!
Please don't tell me you're sorry for my loss! I just really don't know
what that means. Its never made sense to me...I don't know what to say
to that, 'thanks'? 
I will be adding continued testimony. Its been difficult finding time
so far to sit down and write. But I feel obligated to share my
experiences and feelings, to testify to all that God has spoken to
myself and my family thought this. I have taken comfort from so many of
you that have shared your simliar experiences. I hope that my testimony
may be of comfort to those in the future who go through this.
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| This is a copy of my testimony at my mother's memorial. Just keep in mind I tried to keep it short, simple, and not too "theological".
Dec. 17th, 2005
I'm going to tell you how God saved my mother's life
three times.
When my mother was an infant, she was very sick with
rheumatic fever. Many doctors would not treat her
because they felt she was surely going to die. My
grandmother had to take her from town to town to find
a doctor that would treat her. She finally had to beg
for a doctor to treat her. This reminds me of when
Jesus healed Peter's mother in law. After he healed
her, she immediately got up and began serving Jesus.
God healed my mother as a child that she may one day
do the work He prepared in advance for her.
Two years ago, my mother had cancer. She never once
complained or questioned God. She always trusted God
with a joyful attitude. If you saw her, you never
would know she was sick. Her faith reminds me of the
woman in the Bible who suffered from internal bleeding
for twelve years. Doctors couldn't heal her and made
her worse. She believed that if she just touched
Jesus' clothes that she would be healed. My mother
always had faith that God would heal her. I never
heard doubt in her voice.
This past Saturday, after my mom's heart attack, God
healed her again. The doctors say she was likely brain
dead within minutes after the heart attack. Yet people
kept praying in faith that God would heal her. Her
heart stopped four times in a span of 30 hours. Each
time I prayed and begged for His mercy with others,
God answered and healed her body. Over the next three
days, her physical body slowly got better and better.
This reminds me of when a group of people tried to
bring a man who was paralyzed to Jesus. They lowered
him through a roof while he was lying on a mat. The
Bible says that he saw THEIR faith, and healed the
man. He saw the faith of all of the people who brought
the man and healed him.
This is what God has taught me personally over this
past week.
I used to think that my brain controlled my life. My
thoughts and actions and senses are all a result of my
brain working. Without it, we're nothing but
vegetables. But if you knew my mother, you knew how
loving she was to everyone. And she has always taught
me how to love people. All people, especially those
that are different from me. God showed me that there
is a reason the heart is at the center of the body
physically and the center of our life spiritually. No
one comes to God because they think it through or
reason it logically. We come to God because he touches
our hearts and lives, and because we feel an emptiness
in our hearts without Him. God has told me that my
life should revolve around my heart, and not my head.
The Bible says that we are the body, and Christ is the
head. Maybe there's a reason why heart disease is the
number one cause of death. Maybe we as people, our
hearts are weak.
Everyone will remember my mom for how gentle, loving,
and caring she was. I can't think of better legacy to
leave. Please don't tell me you are sorry. I don't
know what that means so I can't respond to that. Just
promise me you'll always tell me stories and remind
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