Danny, all across the land, from Michigan to Virginia, to Ohio, to Florida, to West Virginia, to Kentucky, even to Germany, people are praying for you and for your complete recovery from this thing. God is in control and He takes pleasure in us asking Him for healing. We will continue to pray!
Love you all
David & Julie
Friday, September 23, 2011
I showered and shaved, I adjusted my tie. I got there and sat,In a pew just in time.
Bowing my head in prayer As I closed my eyes. I saw the shoe of the man next to me Touching my own. I sighed. With plenty of room on either side I thought, 'Why must our soles touch?' It bothered me, his shoe touching mine.. But it didn't bother him much. A prayer began: 'Our Father' I thought, 'This man with the shoes, has no pride. They're dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!' 'Thank You for blessings,' the prayer went on. The shoe man said A quiet 'Amen.' I tried to focus on the prayer But my thoughts were on his shoes again. Aren't we supposed to look our best. When walking through that door? 'Well, this certainly isn't it,' I thought, Glancing toward the floor. Then the prayer was ended And the songs of praise began. The shoe man was certainly loud Sounding proud as he sang.
His voice lifted the rafters His hands were raised high. The Lord could surely hear.. The shoe man's voice from the sky. It was time for the offering And what I threw in was steep. I watched as the shoe man reached Into his pockets so deep. I saw what was pulled out What the shoe man put in.
Then I heard a soft 'clink' . As when silver hits tin. The sermon really bored me To tears, and that's no lie. It was the same for the shoe man... For tears fell from his eyes. At the end of the service As is the custom here. We must greet new visitors, And show them all good cheer. But I felt moved somehow And wanted to meet the shoe man. So after the closing prayer I reached over and shook his hand. He was old and his skin was dark And his hair was truly a mess.But I thanked him for coming For being our guest.
He said, 'My names' Charlie I'm glad to meet you, my friend.' There were tears in his eyes But he had a large, wide grin..'Let me explain,' he said Wiping tears from his eyes. 'I've been coming here for months And you're the first to say 'Hi.'' 'I know that my appearance 'Is not like all the rest. 'But I really do try'To always look my best.' 'I always clean and polish my shoes...'Before my very long walk. 'But by the time I get here.'They're dirty and dusty, like chalk.' My heart filled with pain And I swallowed to hide my tears. As he continued to apologize For daring to sit so near. He said, 'When I get here'I know I must look a sight. 'But I thought if I could touch you 'Then maybe our souls might unite.' I was silent for a moment Knowing whatever was said Would pale in comparison I spoke from my heart, not my head. 'Oh, you've touched me,' I said 'And taught me, in part; 'That the best of any man 'Is what is found in his heart.' The rest, I thought, This shoe man will never know. Like just how thankful I really am.... That his dirty old shoe touched my soul
Bowing my head in prayer As I closed my eyes. I saw the shoe of the man next to me Touching my own. I sighed. With plenty of room on either side I thought, 'Why must our soles touch?' It bothered me, his shoe touching mine.. But it didn't bother him much. A prayer began: 'Our Father' I thought, 'This man with the shoes, has no pride. They're dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!' 'Thank You for blessings,' the prayer went on. The shoe man said A quiet 'Amen.' I tried to focus on the prayer But my thoughts were on his shoes again. Aren't we supposed to look our best. When walking through that door? 'Well, this certainly isn't it,' I thought, Glancing toward the floor. Then the prayer was ended And the songs of praise began. The shoe man was certainly loud Sounding proud as he sang.
His voice lifted the rafters His hands were raised high. The Lord could surely hear.. The shoe man's voice from the sky. It was time for the offering And what I threw in was steep. I watched as the shoe man reached Into his pockets so deep. I saw what was pulled out What the shoe man put in.
Then I heard a soft 'clink' . As when silver hits tin. The sermon really bored me To tears, and that's no lie. It was the same for the shoe man... For tears fell from his eyes. At the end of the service As is the custom here. We must greet new visitors, And show them all good cheer. But I felt moved somehow And wanted to meet the shoe man. So after the closing prayer I reached over and shook his hand. He was old and his skin was dark And his hair was truly a mess.But I thanked him for coming For being our guest.
He said, 'My names' Charlie I'm glad to meet you, my friend.' There were tears in his eyes But he had a large, wide grin..'Let me explain,' he said Wiping tears from his eyes. 'I've been coming here for months And you're the first to say 'Hi.'' 'I know that my appearance 'Is not like all the rest. 'But I really do try'To always look my best.' 'I always clean and polish my shoes...'Before my very long walk. 'But by the time I get here.'They're dirty and dusty, like chalk.' My heart filled with pain And I swallowed to hide my tears. As he continued to apologize For daring to sit so near. He said, 'When I get here'I know I must look a sight. 'But I thought if I could touch you 'Then maybe our souls might unite.' I was silent for a moment Knowing whatever was said Would pale in comparison I spoke from my heart, not my head. 'Oh, you've touched me,' I said 'And taught me, in part; 'That the best of any man 'Is what is found in his heart.' The rest, I thought, This shoe man will never know. Like just how thankful I really am.... That his dirty old shoe touched my soul
Amen in MI
We are all lifting you up to the Lord Trish and Danny! God is good and we thank him daily for this awesome praying family and the grandparents that started it.
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
Thursday, September 22, 2011
You guys don't know what it means to us to know you are sending prayers up for us. It is so easy to let him in and hear him say there's no need to pray, it's already in his lungs too. But then I remember mommy telling me the story of how god healed her legs and how she witnessed to everyone she met about that and how the doctors would sometimes look at me like yeah right! There's no way they don't hurt, but mommy persisted. I can't help but believe God does have a purpose for this. Danny and I have already shared more sunsets since his diagnosis than we ever did before it. I pray that many years down the road he can witness about his miracles that God performed in his life.
Love to all and thanks so much for the prayers
Trish and Danny
Love to all and thanks so much for the prayers
Trish and Danny
Steve: Several of us have been doing that for months now for both of them - even BEFORE Danny was diagnosed. God knew the future, and He began mobilizing an army before we even knew the great need for one! The more family and friends that enlist, the mightier the army when we become of one mind and one accord!
It is NOT God's will for his children to be sick! Jesus purchased their healing when he took stripes on his back before he went to the cross, just as surely as he purchased our salvation by his death. Sickness is a curse, and we are REDEEMED from curses. Now it is just up to us to pull that healing out of the spiritual realm into the physical one the same way we obtained our salvation -- BY FAITH! Praise the Lord and Hallelujah!
It is NOT God's will for his children to be sick! Jesus purchased their healing when he took stripes on his back before he went to the cross, just as surely as he purchased our salvation by his death. Sickness is a curse, and we are REDEEMED from curses. Now it is just up to us to pull that healing out of the spiritual realm into the physical one the same way we obtained our salvation -- BY FAITH! Praise the Lord and Hallelujah!
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
I have a praise! Our staff has started having prayer together each morning at our school. While we have had this in schools before, it never happened at Danese for various reasons. We have an excellent staff and it certainly makes "work" a much better place to be. Just wanted to share that with you all!
Danny and Trish~ Each morning at 7:15, several of us are lifting you up in prayer. Love you both:)
Danny and Trish~ Each morning at 7:15, several of us are lifting you up in prayer. Love you both:)
Hey, guys, remember how we used to churn butter? Well, I learned a few things I didn't know about churning butter (washing and kneading). And they say old dogs can't learn new tricks!
HOMEMADE BUTTER
Start to finish: 20 minutes
Makes about 1 lb. butter
1 quart heavy cream, left at room temperature for 30 minutes
Salt, optional
To use the food processor, pour the cream into the bowl fitted with either the plastic or metal blade. Process on high.
To use an electric mixer, pour the cream into the bowl and beat with the wire whip attachment. Use a deep bowl with a splatter guard if available.
Regardless of the method used, the cream will go through the same stages. At first the cream will thicken and be whipped into soft peaks, then firm peaks. Then the cream will begin to get grainy. Finally a liquid will be released so that you have lumps of fat in a milky colored liquid. The entire process should take 5 to 20 minutes, depending on the method used.
Rest a fine mesh strainer over a bowl and strain out the buttermilk. Reserve for another recipe. Place the butter in a bowl and knead with your hand to squeeze out any more buttermilk. It may seem odd to knead butter, but it will hold together and kneads easily.
You can use the butter immediately or refrigerate it for later. If storing for later, you'll want to "wash" the butter. This helps remove even more buttermilk from the butter so it doesn't sour. Add 1/2 c. of ice water to the butter in the bowl. Continue kneading the butter in the ice water. Pour off the milky liquid. Repeat the ice water wash and kneading process until the liquid remains clear. Add salt to taste. This is also a good point to add other flavorings, if desired, such as honey and cinnamon for toast and pancakes, or herbs and garlic for bread or meat.
HOMEMADE BUTTER
Start to finish: 20 minutes
Makes about 1 lb. butter
1 quart heavy cream, left at room temperature for 30 minutes
Salt, optional
To use the food processor, pour the cream into the bowl fitted with either the plastic or metal blade. Process on high.
To use an electric mixer, pour the cream into the bowl and beat with the wire whip attachment. Use a deep bowl with a splatter guard if available.
Regardless of the method used, the cream will go through the same stages. At first the cream will thicken and be whipped into soft peaks, then firm peaks. Then the cream will begin to get grainy. Finally a liquid will be released so that you have lumps of fat in a milky colored liquid. The entire process should take 5 to 20 minutes, depending on the method used.
Rest a fine mesh strainer over a bowl and strain out the buttermilk. Reserve for another recipe. Place the butter in a bowl and knead with your hand to squeeze out any more buttermilk. It may seem odd to knead butter, but it will hold together and kneads easily.
You can use the butter immediately or refrigerate it for later. If storing for later, you'll want to "wash" the butter. This helps remove even more buttermilk from the butter so it doesn't sour. Add 1/2 c. of ice water to the butter in the bowl. Continue kneading the butter in the ice water. Pour off the milky liquid. Repeat the ice water wash and kneading process until the liquid remains clear. Add salt to taste. This is also a good point to add other flavorings, if desired, such as honey and cinnamon for toast and pancakes, or herbs and garlic for bread or meat.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Plans
When we were young we made plans. We wanted kids-2,3,5-only God knew- It was in his hands.
We picked out names before they were needed. We knew one day there would be an Emily Renee,
the names Tanner and Jacob came with lots of weeding.
We wanted a house, a place of our own, with a yard for flowers, trees, and of course the "kid zone".
A house is not all we got as our plans became real but a home with God, laughter and children with zeal.
As we raised our family some plans became forgotten and dreams were put on back burners. T-ball, football and
school trips were now a priority-and believe it or not time for kids to get their learners.
Emily, now a senior in college, becoming a physician is her dream.
Tanner a freshman, physical therapy is his theme.
Jacob in Middle School, he has no plans just dreams, which is how it should be when you are a pre-teen.
To bag a big buck or hunt the black bear, ride a motorcycle, have a hundred pets, or to take a dangerous dare.
My plans for my children are no more, but I do dream of them being happy in love with someone they adore.
Our plans for our future have been put on hold. Like so many others, Cancer has become the uninvited guest, like the flu or a cold. But deal with it we must, God has placed this in our path, for God has plans of his own. We do not know what they are, but what we have always known is God loves his children, and that we are certain, no matter if we are near or far.
I have quit planning, God is in control, but dream I still can.
There is only one dream I hold dear to my heart and that is to grow old with Danny, that was our dream from the start. So many plans have come and gone, some fulfilled and some left alone. But dreams are forever and this one thing I know, Growing old and gray with someone you love is one of Gods greatest gifts sent from above.
We picked out names before they were needed. We knew one day there would be an Emily Renee,
the names Tanner and Jacob came with lots of weeding.
We wanted a house, a place of our own, with a yard for flowers, trees, and of course the "kid zone".
A house is not all we got as our plans became real but a home with God, laughter and children with zeal.
As we raised our family some plans became forgotten and dreams were put on back burners. T-ball, football and
school trips were now a priority-and believe it or not time for kids to get their learners.
Emily, now a senior in college, becoming a physician is her dream.
Tanner a freshman, physical therapy is his theme.
Jacob in Middle School, he has no plans just dreams, which is how it should be when you are a pre-teen.
To bag a big buck or hunt the black bear, ride a motorcycle, have a hundred pets, or to take a dangerous dare.
My plans for my children are no more, but I do dream of them being happy in love with someone they adore.
Our plans for our future have been put on hold. Like so many others, Cancer has become the uninvited guest, like the flu or a cold. But deal with it we must, God has placed this in our path, for God has plans of his own. We do not know what they are, but what we have always known is God loves his children, and that we are certain, no matter if we are near or far.
I have quit planning, God is in control, but dream I still can.
There is only one dream I hold dear to my heart and that is to grow old with Danny, that was our dream from the start. So many plans have come and gone, some fulfilled and some left alone. But dreams are forever and this one thing I know, Growing old and gray with someone you love is one of Gods greatest gifts sent from above.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
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