Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Back Home

Annie's back home from 2 days in the hospital getting her quarterly 3,000 mile oil change. We figure that her nausea and vomiting that landed her there might have been a result of high blood levels of a seizure med. She didn't throw up all day Monday or Tuesday. But, of course, she threw up her morning meds just now. We're pretending that didn't happen, and you can pretend you didn't read that. It's good to be home anyway.

Lots of people deal with chronic illness. Life is a challenge for all of us, but you thank God for blessings like sleeping in your own bed, and waking up to your own coffee in the morning.

Thanks for your continued prayers. We continue to need them!

Jean


God is my strength and power,
And He makes my way perfect. 2 Samuel 22:33

10 comments:

aunt rebecca said...

home again, home again, jiggety-jig.

Father-God, please make Annie's way perfect today.

Please bless Bill, Jean, Taylor, Peter, Andy, David, Jack, Olivia and Annie, with Your divine guidance, with Your Holy Spirit spark. Bless, correct, deliver, connect, love, empower, encourage, lift, heal.

You are gracious. We are needy.

uncle jeff said...

Jam 5:16

Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.

Anonymous said...

So glad the Annie "roller coaster" has landed her (and you) back home again! I will keep praying!

Sue Powell

Gretchen said...

Mercy, God. Please, mercy. Praises to You for simple pleasures like sleeping in one's own bed. You are mighty even in this way, and care about all the details. Thank You. In Jesus' name. Amen.

love to all. gretchen

Tracey said...

All Through the Night (adapted)

Sleep my child, and peace attend thee
All through the night;
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night,
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber steeping,
I my loving vigil keeping,
All through the night.

Angels watching ever round thee,
All through the night,
In thy slumbers close surround thee,
All through the night,
They should of all fears disarm thee,
No forebodings should alarm thee,
They will let no peril harm thee,
All through the night.

Born the Manger stars are gleaming
See Lord Jesus sweetly dreaming
Given for the world’s redeeming
All through the night

Angel host his birth revealing
All through the night
Shepherds by the cradle kneeling
All through the night

Swaddling clothes so poorly dressed thee
In the sight of kings who bless thee
Yet shall all the world confess thee
All through the night.


Sir Harold Boulton (1884)

Tracey said...

All Through the Night (adapted)

Sleep my child, and peace attend thee
All through the night;
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night,
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber steeping,
I my loving vigil keeping,
All through the night.

Angels watching ever round thee,
All through the night,
In thy slumbers close surround thee,
All through the night,
They should of all fears disarm thee,
No forebodings should alarm thee,
They will let no peril harm thee,
All through the night.

Born the Manger stars are gleaming
See Lord Jesus sweetly dreaming
Given for the world’s redeeming
All through the night

Angel host his birth revealing
All through the night
Shepherds by the cradle kneeling
All through the night

Swaddling clothes so poorly dressed thee
In the sight of kings who bless thee
Yet shall all the world confess thee
All through the night.


Sir Harold Boulton (1884)

Tracey said...

All Through the Night (adapted)

Sleep my child, and peace attend thee
All through the night;
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night,
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber steeping,
I my loving vigil keeping,
All through the night.

Angels watching ever round thee,
All through the night,
In thy slumbers close surround thee,
All through the night,
They should of all fears disarm thee,
No forebodings should alarm thee,
They will let no peril harm thee,
All through the night.

Born the Manger stars are gleaming
See Lord Jesus sweetly dreaming
Given for the world’s redeeming
All through the night

Angel host his birth revealing
All through the night
Shepherds by the cradle kneeling
All through the night

Swaddling clothes so poorly dressed thee
In the sight of kings who bless thee
Yet shall all the world confess thee
All through the night.


Sir Harold Boulton (1884)

Anonymous said...

Okay, so I don't know HOW that happened! (UGH!)

Even Sir Harold only wrote it once!

Sorry all --

(Tracey)

Annie Sullivan said...

Bill tells me I repeat myself too. :)

Jean

Anonymous said...

:)