Comfort and Corn Flakes...

Anyone ever see a human soup can?  Well, come on down to Los Robles Hospital and I’ll lift up my hospital gown so you can say, “Now I’ve seen a human soup can!”

Ed brought me into the ER late Friday night because my abdomen was so distended I could hardly breathe.  Literally.  If a Q-Tip fell on my stomach, I would have screamed.  If memory serves, I look pretty much like I did the day I was diagnosed.   Bloating from side to side, and top to bottom.  All the way around to my back.  Waist?  What waist?  It looks like someone unzipped my torso, shoved a huge tortoise shell in there and zipped it back up.  So sexy.

Found out last night that the chemo needs to be changed again as the lesions continue to grow and are obstructing my intestines.   My first thought was, “Good - now maybe I’ll be put on a treatment that will let my eyelashes grow back.”  (I really miss those things!) My second thought was, “How long until I can eat cheese ravioli with marina sauce?”  (I’m on a liquid diet and hopefully graduating soon to a soft foods diet).  Funny the things that pop into one's mind at a time like this.

It takes a while for my head to get around each new change in treatment.  This is my sixth regimen in three and a half years.  I should be used to it.  Cat scan results take a while to digest, especially when they’re not the ones you had hoped for.  But after some time, I will recall all of the promises God has showered me with.  My soul is again filled with comfort.  And with peace.  And if I didn’t have these trials, I wouldn’t know the amazing beauty of His comfort and His peace.  And I'm telling you, it's amazing.  Utterly amazing.

I woke up this morning at 4 a.m.   I had one of my favorite songs playing in my head.  So I grabbed my iphone in search of it.  To my delight, I found it on video.  Lots of them.  My room was dark as I put my headphones in.  I laid in bed and just wept listening to the lyrics.  If my nurse had walked in, she would have walked right back out.

“With all creation I sing, praise to the King of kings.  You are my everything, and I will adore you.”

If you have a second, pull up The Revelation Song and watch Kari Jobe sing it live.  She is unbelievable.  What talent God put into that girl.  And she gives it all back.  To Him.

(Had to stop writing and talk to the surgeon who just walked in.)  Good news!   I can begin eating soft foods!  If I don’t throw them up, I can go home.  I immediately called Ed and said, “Bring me Corn Flakes!”  (I don't even like Corn Flakes!  Hey, are we sure there's not a baby in there?)  And whoever calls me at lunch and says, “I’m on my way, do you need anything?”  My answer will be, “Heck yeah -- some cheese ravioli with marinara sauce!”   That qualifies as a soft food, right?  Maybe I’ll go a little easy on the sauce.

When I received the news last night from the oncologist, Donna was with me.  She was going to go home and email our friends to pray for me.  She asked me what I would like them to pray for.  I told her for the next treatment to do its job and shrink those lesions near my intestines so I can have a waist line again.  And so I can breathe again without discomfort.  Within minutes of her sending out that email, I could hear all the “dings” of my inbox being flooded with emails.  All friends lifting me and my family up in prayer.   Thank you to each and every one of you.  And to all of you who continue to walk this journey with me, I thank you too.

I want to share one more thing.  I grabbed my Bible before I went to bed last night and my eyes rested on these words:

"He is the faithful God who keeps his covenant for a thousand generations and lavishes His unfailing love on those who love Him and obey Him."

Deuteronomy 7:9

Aren't we lucky? 

Well, I must clean up my tray table.  I believe my cornflakes are on their way!
(P.S.  I wrote this in the hospital.  Happy to report, I am now home and feeling better.  And I've probably eaten five bowls of Corn Flakes.)

   

A Little Update...

Hi, Everyone.  How long has it been since I've blogged?  Guessing a little longer than usual as I'm starting to get a few emails that read, "Just wondering how you are."

Well, back in the old days (upon diagnosis), I would live and breathe by my tumor marker numbers.  Now, not so much.  As long as my doctors know what they are and I feel pretty good, that's good enough for me.  And, I'm now learning, they're not always that reliable anyway.  A cat scan trumps blood work any day.   With that said, my Mother's Day card read, "Congratulations!  Your CA125 was 1/2 of what it was last month!!!"  My husband had called my doctor behind my back to find out my latest blood work.  Sneaky guy.  Then I found out this week that they dropped another 50%.  Let's hope those blood tests are a little reliable, huh?!

I think I just had my 10th or 11th weekly treatment (you do lose count after awhile) and I am still shaving my legs.  And I still have my eyelashes and my eyebrows (hallelujiah!)  Which means, yes you guessed it, I believe I shaved my head a little too soon!  All the signs were there like before (hair falling out like cotton candy, follicles hurting).  So my girlfriend shaved it for me.  I did think about cutting it really short, but feared I would really like it, and then I would be really sad when it did fall out.  But my hair is not falling out!   One of the girls who attended our His Flower Girls class last month is an accomplished photographer.  She asked if she could take my portrait.  Of course, when she showed up, I was wearing my wig (which I love by the way) and my pink paisley bucket hat.  She looked at me and said, "You know I don't want to shoot you with any of that on."  Of course not.  So off it went as we headed into the backyard.  She showed me a photo of a model she had recently shot and told me to strike the same pose.   I was a tad bit uncomfortable, but hey, she did drive all the way from Malibu to shoot me out of the kindness of her heart.   She emailed me the photo that night, and with all of the photo-shopping, wrinkle elimination, soft lighting (the works!) she infused into that photo, I didn't look half bad.  I will never frame it, but I would love to see it on the back of a book jacket one day.  :)

I also met a new cancer buddy.  We actually schedule our Monday morning treatments together.  Never done that before.  But I fell in love with the guy instantly (along with his wife).  His name is John and we had a great lunch yesterday getting to know each other.  He's actually coming to our "can't do cancer without God" monthly group this Friday.  All us girls and John.  Can't wait.
  

OK, enough cancer talk.   Want to know what this crazy family did two weekends ago?  We got an imposter!  We have been missing Creamy like crazy and we found an imposter all the way  in Palm Springs.  How could we resist this face:

(bad photo quality, came off of my son's phone)

She's three years old and her name was Deseo something-something (a very long name as she was supposed to breed future generations of the Tonkinese line).    Well, one week in this house, and her new name is now Smeow.  Yes, you read that right.  (The S stands for "silky", "sweet" and "soft" all combined, and the meow comes from the worst sounding meow you've ever heard when she finds herself alone).   Hence, Smeow.

She's been here 10 days and is now laying downstairs on the couch with us instead of up on our bed with eyeballs as big as sunflowers.  Which means she's finally making friends with the other two cats in the house and this guy:

(Accidentally "stole" the paper plate the cats eat their dinner off of and then told on himself.)

So with a few animals hanging around this house and a body that feels good most of the week, we head into the summer grateful for every ounce of every day.  (Well, I do anyway.  My kids?  Probably a different story!) 

So here's to a wonderful summer.  Don't let it go by faster than it should.  Stop and smell those gorgeous roses.  Get those toes in the sand (oh, I didn't say that did I?!) and start your day with the One who adores you.

xoxo

Unforgettable...

I have met two people in my life that I cannot forget.  Ever.  They're not normal.  They're utterly amazing.  When you're in their presence, you can only marvel at them.  And at God.

I believe I spoke about Nick Vijicic a while back on my blog.  Look, I have a bit of a bad memory, so if I didn't, then do yourself one of the biggest favors you can do for yourself and go to his website at lifewithoutlimbs.org.  Amazing!  He was born without limbs.  Without limbs.  OK, picture that for just a moment.  You have no arms.  And no legs.  Can you picture yourself or your child without the basics of hands and feet?  Every day.  I'll wait.  OK.  But guess what Nick's motto is? "No limbs?  No limits!"  Today, he is an international motivational speaker who shares his struggles as well as his passion for the Lord any chance he gets.

I had the privilege of meeting Nick a few years ago.  If I'm honest, I was terribly scared to meet him as I couldn't  imagine seeing someone like this.  As I stood there before this beautiful man (oh, he's a looker!) and was being introduced to him, I did thee most STUPIDEST thing I could have done.  I reached out to shake his hand.  Who does that?  Me!  I wanted to die!  I immediately pulled my hand back and I'm sure my face said, "I AM SUCH AN IDIOT!"  And what did he say to me with a warm, beautiful smile?  "Give me a hug."    You fall in love with the guy instantly.

Well, I won't say any more about him because you just need to go to his 

website and read his story.  He actually lives in our community as his ministry is across the street from Costco.  He's a local!  We've seen him out at Chipotle (the kids and I took a picture with him while he was eating a burrito -- I'm sure he loved that!) and that was my screen saver for the longest time.  

But I will tell you this.  I have heard him speak several times.  And each time, I am utterly convinced of this one truth:  that God does not make mistakes.  When Nick was born, I can bet you that every single solitary person (including his parents) said, "What was God thinking?  How could anything good ever come of this little boy's life?"  Go listen to Nick's testimony.  You will be utterly convinced of this truth too.

OK, so last month, Donna and I were asked to speak at our church's spring event about our ministry His Flower Girls.  We were not the main guest speakers, but we spoke right after them.  And being guest speakers, they sat us at the very front table closest to the stage.  We were so close to it, in fact, that my weird brain kept thinking, "Boy, I can see up everyone's noses!"  We were that close!  (By the way, in case you were on stage that day and reading this blog, there were no "bats in your cave" as my daughter likes to say!)  

The main guest speakers that day were Linda and Jen Barrick, a mother and daughter from Virginia who, along with Linda's husband and son, were hit head on by a drunk driver just miles from their home after one of Jen's choir performances at church.   They all sustained such terrible injuries that each one of them had to be transported to four different trauma hospitals.  Jen, just 15 at the time, sustained the worst.  She had a severe brain injury and wasn't expected to live through the night.  Her prognosis was pretty horrendous.

OK, six years later, they're standing before us on stage sharing their testimony.  I  have never been more captivated by a story in my life.  Truly.  Jen was unable to speak, eat or see in the hospital, yet she was able to sing praise songs letter perfect and recite scriptures that were tucked away in her heart since before the accident.  Perfectly.  Though she didn't know her name or recognize her own mom in the hospital, she began praying outloud as if she was uninjured.  A miracle.  NOT normal.  The hospital staff was freaked out to say the least.

OK, well I won't tell you their entire story, but I want to tell you that I witnessed Jesus radiate from Jennifer Barrick that afternoon.  And remember, I had a ring-side seat.  Her face literally had a glow come over it that was captivating and when she spoke and prayed, I sobbed.  Can't imagine how many napkins and Kleenex I reached for.    She closed her story by signing the words to the song, Lord You're Holy.  As the spotlight was on her face, her joy was off the charts and she looked as if Jesus was the only one she was performing for.  It was a sight I will never, ever forget.

I remember sitting there at our table thinking, "Lord, thank you for allowing Donna and I the opportunity of speaking here today.  But I don't care if one person liked us or listened to us, for I am just thankful that you arranged this day for me to witness You through them."

When the event was over, I bought their book, "Miracle for Jen."  I waited in line to meet her (which I rarely do -- and then totally kick myself afterward for not waiting in line) and then I knelt before Jen who was sitting in a chair by her table of books.  

With tears flooding my eyes, I said, "Jen, would you write down your most favorite scripture in my book?"   She sat there for a minute, thought about it and then wrote, "God has amazing plans in store for your life.  Jesus is going to use you in ways you never dreamed possible!  God is faithful!  Nahum 1:7.  Love, Jen Barrick, 1 Cor. 2:9.  

As I walked away, I opened the book to see what she had written to me.  It blew me away.  You see, I already know that God is using my cancer and my journey and my faith in ways I never dreamed possible.  Jen's words to me confimed that the Lord is not finished with me yet.  And that excites and humbles me to my core.

In fact, I photocopied Jen's words to me and framed them.  The Lord's promise, through Jen Barrick, is something I will stand on.  Come good news or bad news.  And I know there will be amazing news in His perfect time.

Please visit Linda and Jen Barrick's website Hope Out Loud at hopeoutloud.com.  And if I can play Oprah for a moment -- If I had to start a book club this summer, this is the book I would select.  (My dad, who is not a reader, is loving it!)  Barnes and Noble carries it.  Go run out and grab one.  In fact, the first person who emails me and tells me that they want to read it, I will buy you one.  If you live near, I will leave it on my front porch (please knock and say "hi" if I'm home).  If you live far, it will be in the mail to you on Wednesday.  I hope to receive many emails that read, "Barnes and Noble is sold out!"  Good -- let's get them to re-order and re-stock those shelves!

I couldn't close out this email (a very long one, I'm sorry) without extending our family's deepest gratitude to every person who is or who has served in our military.  We thank you and we thank your families on this special day.  If I lived close to an airport, I would park myself in a terminal every Memorial Day and give hugs out to every military man and woman I saw.  That's the least I could do.

So who's unforgettable in your life?  I'd love to know...

A Special Interview...

So last week I was asked to speak to some moms at my church.  They had a guest speaker series called Trials and Triumphs.  Well, those are just my all-time favorite stories to hear.  Especially when God is involved.  I could listen to those all day long.  Every day.  24/7.  

So I got up on that stage and spoke about my trials.  Oh, I had more than one you know.  Cancer being the obvious one.  An empty, unfulfilled life being the other.  Remember that commercial from years ago with the really handsome guys dressed in those beautiful tuxedos and the song/tag line was, “What a difference a day makes?”  Well, what a difference five and a half years make. 

So I shared how miserable I was.  And then I shared how guilty I was because I had no real obvious reasons for being so miserable.  On the outside. The inside?  A totally different story.

I then shared how I re-dedicated my life to God over five years ago. Re-prioritized my life.  Putting God first, my family second and myself way, way back in the background.  A radically new concept for me.   “How can this bring me joy?” I thought as I went to bed that first night.  Then voila.  My life was flooded with joy.  And peace.  Hmmm.  Why didn’t I do this sooner?  Probably because I was really self-centered.  Thought I knew best.  What a complete idiot.

I also shared a few scriptures that I have leaned on through my trials.  And I’m proud to say that I have memorized them too.  You know, with chemo brain and all, that's a pretty amazing feat.  I’m coming clean though -- they’re only 8 and 11 words each.  A two year old could do that.  But I'm still proud of my chemo brain remembering abilities.

And then I got to the end of my testimony.  And this is where I thought it got good.    

I shared with that room full of moms that I don’t believe God created us just to be moms.  Or even to be happy moms.  He created us to glorify Him.  To bring others to Him.   To live in such a way that others come to know Him because they know us.  And then guess what?  We become joyful moms.

I then told them that I had asked my kids probably six years ago to list Mommy’s five favorite things on a piece of paper.  My seven and five-year-old both agreed on, “chocolate almond ice cream from Baskin Robbins, cats, decorating, flowers and magazines.”  They nailed it.  If we were on a game show, we would have won the grand prize.  But that was not what I wanted them to say.  

I now want to hand them another piece of paper and say, “Now what are Mom's favorite things?”   The problem is I don’t think I have the courage to do it because I’m not 100% sure of what would make the list and what wouldn’t.  Remember, I’m still a work in progress.  

But the night before my speech, Jake had interviewed me for a school project.  He had to interview someone “of great faith.”   And it touched my heart beyond measure that he had chosen me.  Years earlier, he would have chosen my sister.  Hands down.  Because she is the one who had led me to the Lord when I was 10.  She is the one who writes him cards sprinkled with scripture for his birthday and Easter.  She is the one who wants to be in the hospital rooms of those she knows and those she doesn’t know before they pass away.  So she can bring them to Jesus.  She's the one not of great faith, but of tremendous faith.

But Jake had asked me.  In fact, the cherry on top is that last year one of his best friends had interviewed me for the same project and this year, another one of his best friends had asked to interview me too.  This momma was one happy girl!   Guaranteed, a few years earlier, my sister would have been fielding all those questions for those boys.

So my life is changing.  And my kids are taking notice.  Do I still yell at them when they don’t put their stuff away or conveniently forget to put their dirty dishes in the dishwasher?  Oh absolutely.  Am I a ray of sunshine that blinds them every morning?  Oh please.  But as Chelsea Cameron says, “new nature vs. old nature.”  I try and always remember that.   "I'm not what I should be.  I'm not what I could be.  But I'm not what I used to be."  Another famous Chelsea saying that I'm trying to live by.

So imagine my delight when my son handed me his written essay last night.  It was his thoughts following our videotaped interview.  I read it with tears in my eyes.   In fact, I continue to read it this morning.  Hands down, it’s thee most special thing I’ve ever received.  (With the exception of God’s promises to me.)

The two best sentences of the whole essay are these: 

"She wants everybody to know that she is a Christian."

(Yes, it's true -- I do!)

and

"I plan to work at it as hard as I can to become as close to God as possible."

That's my boy.  

Please don’t read this blog post as a vehicle to toot my own horn.  That’s so not the intention.  I share this with you to let you know that God can change hearts.  And I’m talkin’ first off about mine.  And He can change yours too.  To be a mom whose faith is trickling into my children delights me to no end.  My purpose, through this trial, is to deepen my family’s faith.  What better legacy can a mom leave?  Do I want my kids to remember how clean I tried to keep the house, how large my hydrangeas grew in the backyard or how many magazines I could read during a single sitting?  Nope.  I want them to remember that Jesus is there to carry them through the trials of their lives that are sure to come their way.  There’s just no escaping them.   But when they face a trial or two, I pray they will lean on their faith. 

 Just like their Momma does.

$10

Have I mentioned lately that I love Blogland?  When I started writing my blog three years ago, I had no idea how many people would read it.  No idea.   And I had no idea how many people I would fall in love with.  Sight unseen.  I often get emails from readers I don’t know who are lifting me up in prayer.  Just checking in with me.  Sending me gifts.  A few months back, I  received a pair of combat boots (with sprigs of fresh lavender tucked inside) from a girl who was moved by my blog when I wrote I needed to climb another mountain.  A chemo mountain.  She sent me her very own, worn-out, black leather combat boots that got her up and over walls.  Amazingly thoughtful.  

So it's within that spirit, that I have a favor to ask of you.

I recently learned of a couple from Wisconsin whose home burned down last week.  They literally lost everything.  Everything.  All of this on the heels of the wife battling lymphoma.  And their savings tapped out due to never-ending medical bills.  I received an email this week with a subject line that read, “help desperately needed.” It was from a friend of mine who's husband is a police officer.  The man who lost his home is the brother of one of his fellow officers. 

So when I thought about my blog, and the fact that over 2,000 people read it each month, I thought there must be a way we all could bless this couple tremendously.  Then I had a thought -- if we all chipped in $10, do you know how much money we could send them?  Drumroll.....$20,000!  How doable is that?!  

I could lie awake, night after night, thinking of ways to help people.  (Actually, I do).  And maybe like you, I have an insatiable appetite to help people.  Always have.  Hope that gene gets passed down to our kids (hopefully it will, as my husband has it too).   Love that this little blog could be used to bless a couple so desperately in need right now.   So what do you say?  Want to grab a check, write 10 bucks on it in the name of David and Deni Lunsman, and I’ll forward your kindness on to them?  If so, then email me at ruthiemarek@yahoo.com and I’ll give you my address.   And if you feel so inclined, include a scripture of hope for them too.   That, my friends, will be priceless to them too.

May the God of hope fill David and Deni with all joy and peace as they trust in Him, so that they may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.

Romans 15:13

Creamy...

This is Creamy.  Well, her name started out as Eva when we rescued her five years ago.  Then we quickly changed it to Silks because she was so dang silky.  And then because she was more dreamy than silky, we again changed her name to Creamy.  And it stuck.

Creamy was my hands-down, all-time favorite cat.  And I've had a lot.  (But don't tell the other two I live with, by the way.)  But she literally could do no wrong.  She never scratched on our furniture.  She always used the litter box.  Her only downside was that she was way too needy.  She couldn't get enough of us.  In fact, for the last five years she has slept on my carotid artery each and every night.  Tonight will be the first night that I'll have a cold carotid artery.

This sweet little thing is in Heaven as of this morning.

We were told two months ago that because of her disease, she wouldn't be with us very much longer.  We all took that news really hard.  The family in which I live is a major cat family.  These things with long tails become family as soon as they they're brought home and put on our beds.  Yes, we all love sleeping with our cats.

Though this morning was one of the hardest things I've ever experienced (thankfully Ed was with me), my tears dry up a tad when I think back to one of the funniest stories about Creamy.  In fact, my daughter and I brought her to the vet last week before school, thinking that that was going to be her last day.  As we were driving and crying, I started telling Rachel this story and we were actually cracking up by the time we had arrived at the vet.

So about five years ago, I held a church retreat planning meeting at our house.  At the end of the night, all of the girls (about 10 of them) gathered in my family room to pray before they left.  I had already put all three of our cats into the laundry room, but someone said it was fine to let them out.  So I did.   As we bowed our heads and began to pray, I heard a bell from around one of the cat's neck as it entered the room.  I popped one eye open to see who it was.  It was Creamy.   She had then walked over toward me as I was sitting in the middle of the couch (surrounded by two other girls) and I had again opened one eye to see where she was.  She was sitting on the girl's lap to the left of me getting petted.  I smiled and closed my eyes and continued listening as someone was praying. Just then, I heard it.  You know that sound right before an animal throws up.  Well, Creamy started making that sound, and before I knew it, she had thrown up all over the girl's WHITE jeans and my couch.  I about died!   So I grabbed the cat, ran back into the laundry room, closed the door and didn't want to come out.  I was laughing hysterically.  Out of sheer embarassment.  As I mustered up the courage to go back in there, those prayer warriors (including the girl who had just gotten thrown up on) continued praying as if nothing had happened.  I stood behind the couch (pretending to pray) and just bit the inside of my cheeks so I woudn't laugh again.  The smell was horrific and I was concerned that the vomit would stain my couch if it wasn't cleaned up immediately.  But they kept praying!  Isn't it terrible where my mind goes?!  Well, the end of the story is that the following week, the girl told me that after she had arrived home, she took off her jeans in the garage to put them in the washing machine.  When she entered the house with just her underwear on, her husband was like, "Hey, if this is how you look after those retreat meetings, keep going to them!"  

I keep thinking I'll look over from my desk and see her scratching on her favorite scratching post or that she'll jump up and sit beside me while I type.  Aint gonna happen.  But I take comfort knowing that this sweet little thing is no longer in pain.  And that she's getting petted from the sweetest Hand there is.

Good-bye my Sweet Cream.

P.S.  I hesitated writing this blog as I hate to make you guys cry.  But you know me, when I'm inspired, I've got to write.

  

Nancy's So Not Normal Story...

OK, do I have a story for you!  

Today we hosted our ninth His Flower Girls class.  Loved it!  I love all of our classes.  Great group of women.  So cute, so fun, so in love with the Lord.

Well, I sat next to my new friend Nancy at lunch.  She started telling me a story, that I KNEW I had to share with all of you.  Had I kept it to myself, I would be committing a crime.  And let me preface this story by saying that if I hadn't heard it directly from Nancy, I wouldn't have believed it.   It's just not normal.  But then again, God is in the business of blowing normal right out of the water.  So without further ado, I give you "Nancy's So Not Normal Story"...

Nancy was telling me about a woman who started a ministry.  She basically held a retreat in a home and talked about all things relating to the home.  (My kind of gal).  

Well, the retreat was only open to eight women.  Nancy was one of them.  She soon found out that she had to share a bedroom with another girl.  So as they started unpacking, Nancy took from her suitcase a framed photo of her husband and a framed photo of her kids and put them on the nightstand beside her bed.  (Kinda feel a tad bit guilty that I don't travel with photos of my husband and my kids!  Do you guys?) Anyway, as her roommate looked at the photos, Nancy noticed the woman's face looked a little "weird" when she saw her husband's photo.  But she said nothing and neither did Nancy.

A little bit later, the woman says to Nancy, "You know, I need to tell you something.  About four years ago, as I was sitting at home, I felt God tell me to pray for Hollywood.  You know, actors in Hollywood.  I then turned on the t.v. and the first person's face I saw was your husband's.  (Nancy's husband is an actor).  So I prayed for him that night.  And I always wondered why God had me do that."

OK.  Really?  Hello?  Not normal!  

Nancy proceeds to tell me that at that time, her marriage was spiralling out of control and she was praying for her husband as his faith was anything but strong at that time.  To think that God had used this woman (in Canada!) to turn on the t.v. one random night and pray for the first face she saw (Nancy's husband is actor Richard T. Jones and was on Judging Amy at that time) and then have this woman, FOUR YEARS LATER, at a random home ministry thing, share a room with Richard's wife, is just  ... CRAZY! 

Nancy called Richard, told him the story and gave the phone to Richard to speak to the woman.  Needless to say, there wasn't a dry eye in the room.

Unbelievable!  So not normal!

Three things I took away from this story.

1.  God blows me away.  Totally.

2. We've got to listen to His voice the moment we hear it.  And be obedient to His call.

3.  He is alive and working even when we haven't a clue that He is.   

And to think us girls are just getting together to talk about decorating!  Ha!  

God's got bigger plans than that.  I believe He's using our love for decorating to share His love with us.  

And a big P.S.: Today, Nancy and her husband have a beautifully restored marriage.  And when Richard isn't acting, he's preaching.
  
The End.