Preparing to go forth for the Master …leaving for Georgia next Sunday… walking in His peace and praying that we will bring many others along with us.
“My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast. I will sing and give praise. Awake, my glory! Awake, lute and harp! I will awaken the dawn. I will praise You, O Lord, among the peoples. I will sing to You among the nations. For Your mercy reaches unto the heavens and Your truth unto the clouds. Be exalted, O Lord, above the heavens. Let Your glory be above all the earth." ( Psalm 57:7-11)
Our hearts are filled with gratitude for you who pray for us so faithfully. Many thought we would find out if I had gotten the gene when in New York, but the study will not be “un-blinded” until the end of May. Then, we will all know for certain if we got it or whether we were in the placebo group.
The trip to NY was for more tests to be run on me and hopefully all the data they are putting together will result in helping find a cure for Parkinson Disease. I did pretty well on the trip and while there. We even made a fun trip to downtown New York City from Great Necks where the Institute is and where we stayed. However, after we got home, I had a horrid case of vertigo. Yikes! The cause was low blood pressure which was set off by extreme dehydration. The next day, Doug “happened” to come down and “happened” to have an IV with him which he administered to me and I was up and going almost immediately. I am so grateful I didn’t have an attack on the trip instead of home in our bed.
I bless you with His peace. Receive it and know that you are “a planting of the Lord to display His splendor!”
Let Us Rejoice
Rejoice, My children, come and see.
Life everlasting for you and for me.
Take up your cross and follow the Master
He wants to take us to higher green pastures.
See there, how He loves His sheep and His lambs.
He carries the small ones and blesses them with his Hands.
Hands that heal… bring deliverance and more.
They lead us and feed us, our hearts… how they soar!
Extravagant worship to Jesus our King.
Throughout all the ages to Him we shall evermore sing.
Hosannas to our God who created this world.
And filled it with beauty; let your flag be unfurled!
Hold them up; let them fly.
For He’s truth and can not lie.
All glory and praise to the Lamb who was slain.
His Word and His love, to the nations proclaim.
Just as I am, He picked me up. With my hand in His… we ran.
He swung me around and around… we laughed. I saw His face…the twinkling of His eyes and His smile of complete acceptance and delight. Peace flooded my soul.
We ran again. I fell! He picked me up and held me close to His heart… I slept.
I was dirty with tangled hair. I slept in His arms; cradled in the love of the Father who loves us to wholeness, again and again… and I slept.
“The Lord will guide you continually and satisfy your soul in drought and strengthen your bones. You shall be like a watered garden. And like a spring of water whose waters do not fail.” Isaiah 58:11