Request

September 29, 2008

Request

Todays post is just a request. A friend of mine from college just lost her husband very suddenly. I know that there are many of you who read my blog who pray. Please pray for Kelly. Thank you.

Comments

Mystic Thistle said…

I'll pray right now for
Kelly and all who are involved.

September 29, 2008 at 2:01 PM

bome62 said…

Shannon, i just finished praying. Thanks for sharing.
Praying in Missouri
Bonnie

September 29, 2008 at 4:00 PM

Jen said…

I have just prayed for her. I am so, so sorry for her loss and for yours, as I imagine he is a good friend. So sorry. You all will be in my thoughts and prayers.

September 29, 2008 at 6:22 PM

Teresa aka Joy said…

I am praying.
Teresa

September 29, 2008 at 9:01 PM

kristi_temple said…

Our family will be praying.

September 30, 2008 at 12:46 PM

Pamela @ Frugal Vet Tech said…

Oh, dear. How terrible. Praying for her and the rest of the family and friends.

October 1, 2008 at 10:14 PM

Welcome to Holland

By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland.""Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.