Saturday, October 4, 2008

News with Christie

Christie is doing great. She is having a swallow study Wednesday,that will hopefully make way for the feeding tube to be gone. I don't know how long that will take, but it is a start. Also Christie will get her own wheel chair Tuesday.
Thanks for the continued prayers,
Becky

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey Becky, I got this devotional the other day and it made me think of you and Christie. You are both still in my thoughts and prayers...Julie

He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and
carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young. Isaiah 40:11

The Almighty God, Creator of heaven and earth, is pictured many times in
the Bible as a Shepherd God. This may not be shocking to modern readers
- most of us don't know much about sheep herding beyond the few sentimental
ideas we may have about rural life. But nothing was more ordinary in biblical
times than sheep herding. It was a dirty job. It was a low prestige job.
A shepherd lived with his sheep. Day and night he was with them, paying
attention to their needs, providing protection, and guiding them.

For the little ones in the flock, the most vulnerable ones, there was often
a need for individual care and attention. In times of special need or danger,
the shepherd would seek them out, lift them into his arms and carry them
close to his heart.

This is how God cares for us. God is a God of gentleness, of tender affection,
of protection, and of nurture. Our God is a Shepherd God. When we feel afraid
or vulnerable, God is aware of our need. We are gathered into God's arms. We are carried close to God's heart.

I am your lamb, Lord
The wolves are not far off.
Pick me up and hold me in your arms.
Carry me close to your heart.
Allow me to experience the mystery of being held by your loving arms.
Amen.

Anonymous said...

Hi Becky,
Julie says it all. God is so able and right now He is carrying Christie. I believe in my heart that everyting is going to be okay and that Christie will soon be back with you. We love you.
Sharon & David

Anonymous said...

Hello Julie,

Thanks for the wonderful devotion you just shared with us. If not for God's goodness and if not for people who are willing to let God work through them this would truly be a pointless life.
We love Christie with all of our hearts, but God loves her more. He will take care of His own.
Thanks too to each and every one of our wonderful faithful friends who have been so kind as to keep commenting and encouraging Becky on this website. This is like Becky's therapy while she waits and prays for Christie's healing and Christie's therapy.
Love you all. Please keep praying.
Mary

About Christie

I am Becky, Christie's Mom and I want to tell you about Christie. Christie is a beautiful, outgoing, and caring person. She loves outside, turtles, frogs, birds all kinds of animals especially horses. Christie has talked about maybe becoming a vet. Christie was injured in a car wreck on April 19,2008. Christie has a severe globial brain injury where they had to remove the whole left tempral lobe. This blog is to share Christie's story. She is a fighter, and she is making a recovery that no one thought she would.

MOTHERS


This is a truly BEAUTIFUL piece. Please Read this at a slow pace, digesting every word and in Leisure...do not hurry... This is a treasure...
>For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom,This is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is Even more beautiful. For those who are moms, you'll love this.
>The young mother set her foot on the path of life. 'Is This the long way?' she asked. And the guide said:'Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it... But The end will be better than the beginning.'
But the young mother was happy, and she would not Believe that anything could be better than these years. So she Played with her children, and gathered flowers for Them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and The sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried,'Nothing will ever be lovelier than this.'
>Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was Dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother Drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, 'Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come.'
>And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and The children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children,' A little patience and we are there.'So the children climbed, and when they reached the top They said, 'Mother, we would not have done it without you.'
>And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up At the stars and said, 'This is a better day than the last, for my Children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness.Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I've given them strength.'
>And the next day came strange clouds which darkened The earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped And stumbled, and the mother said: 'Look up. Lift your eyes to the light. ' And the children looked and saw above the clouds An everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the Darkness. And that night the Mother said, 'This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God.'
>And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and The years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with Courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, For she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill,And beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And Mother said, 'I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end Is better than the beginning, for my children can Walk alone, and their children after them.'
>And the children said, 'You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.'And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates Closed after her. And they said: 'We cannot see her But she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She Is a living presence.......'
>Your Mother is always with you... She's the whisper Of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach In your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand On your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives Inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love And your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can Separate you.Not time, not space... Not even death!
>I LOVE YOU MY BABY GIRL