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Sunday, November 12, 2006
Circle of prayer
First of all I want to send a big thanks and huge hugs to Monica, no matter what she is going through in her own personal life she never fails to think of others.I want to tell you about a girl, her name is Tara.
Tara has been suffering for quite some time with seizures and severe headaches. She went to doctor after doctor for quite some time.
Her symptoms got worse over time, and she was finally diagnosed with a brain tumor. The tumor is inoperable due to the location, but it lies dormant at this time.
She went for follow up tests, they found 'something' in the frontal lobe of her brain, at first they weren't sure it was, and it was speculated that it was another tumor.
She got fed up and went to a hospital in Philadelphia, they did further testing and they discovered that the 'something' was in fact an anuerism.
She will be having brain surgery this Wednesday, November 15th.
From what I understand it will be a long and complicated surgery.
Tara is my ex SIL's daughter, but I still consider her my niece and a part of my family. How could I not when I remember her as a baby? I was there when she was still in diapers, through all her shool years, and I love her.
Tara is a bright and beautiful young woman, always with a ready smile. She has a thick mop of curly hair and bright blue eyes.
Ironically, she shares a birthday with my little sister, they are the same exact age, and they grew up like sisters, they are both 27.
Tara is well loved, not only by my ex's family, but by mine, she has been a huge part of our lives.
Tara has a husband, and three young children, a daughter and two sons. These children need their mama.
Please pray for her, our two families will be devastated if we lose her.
I appreciate all thoughts and prayers for Tara.
May God bless you all.

I recently found this picture, taken in 1984. From left to right, Munchie (my niece), Ryan (Tara's brother), Sarah (Pookie), Tara, and Jack (my son).
I will be leaving this post up through Wednesday, as soon as I hear anything, I will update.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Words
"But words are things, and a small drop of ink,Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think." -- Lord Byron
Ah, yes, words. Small things really, yet so powerful.
Words strung together correctly can make us feel deep emotion. They can shatter us, destroy us and comfort us. They can empower us with weapons not of metal or wood, but of the spirit.
Words can bring about love or hate. Words can heal and hurt. They can make the heart melt, or harden it. They can deceive or reveal the truth. Words can convey beauty or ugliness. They can motivate or discourage. They can invigorate and they can soothe the soul.
Words can make us laugh or cry or dance and sing. Words can make us fall in love, or make others love us, even across great distances, likewise, they can make us hate our neighbor, or even someone who lives in the same house.
So much power in words.
Everything we know is based upon words. The written and spoken word: books, movies, and songs.
Words are our way of conveying thoughts, feelings and ideas. Words express what is in a person's heart whether good or evil. They are the highest form of communication between us.
Words create and destroy. The beginning and the end.
Is it any wonder that Jesus Christ himself, is called 'the Word'.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." John 1:1
And what greater power is there than the Holy One above? None.
Words are so powerful, yet at times we are so careless with them, flinging them about as if they were nothing. Using them without care or wisdom. Thoughtlessly shooting them at others like little darts, and once loose they can not be retrieved. We so often use words to tear others down and build ourselves up, our own egos getting in the way.
Words should be used to build up, encourage and teach. We should use them wisely, carefully considering them, choosing how, what and when we use them as tenderly as we care for a child.
There is beauty in words, sometimes we need to be quiet to hear them. Sometimes, we need to still the babble of our own voices and listen to the words of others, letting them flow over us and into us.
And sometimes, we need to let our own words flow, expressing our full selves to others.
And then there are times we need no words at all.


