Last Sunday the church secretary gave me a gift card. I had no idea how valuable it was, or how much it would mean to me. My finances stink. It seems that every cent goes to some medical bill or into my transportation problems. It hit home especially this week when it became apparent that I have no money at all to buy Christmas gifts. Then I remembered the gift card that I'd been given. So today I went to the store (which is having a huge sale and is terribly crowded) and found out that there was enough on that card to buy gifts for everyone that I care about. They aren't extravagant gifts, but they are from my heart, and that is what I really wanted. There is still a bit left on the card, and another time when the store isn't so crowded I will go use it. But for now, I'm having a very Merry Christmas.
My Church is like this. They just always find a way to love me and to take care of me. I don't think that I'd still be alive if it wasn't for them. I wish that all churches were like them. If they were, then maybe there wouldn't be so many people mad at God.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
I have simply got to stop being number one. I mean it, seriously! It was bad enough that I was one in 7000 for LQTS and one in 7 for Breast Cancer. But now they tell me that I'm one in a million for Primary Hyperaldosteronism. Lovely; like I needed a new diagnosis! So I guess I will spend the New Year trying to determine which adrenal gland is the offending partner and having surgery to correct it.
Why couldn't I have just been the one in a million person who wins the lottery?