Good morning, well in just a few moments it will be afternoon...what a long night, spent at the ER once again, the gall bladder has decided it will not wait the 2 weeks like the doctor's thought that it would. My friend has just now been taken back for removal and hopefully after a very long night in the ER with no sleep and lots of pain, she will be feeling like a new person in a few hours. I am running on about 3 hours sleep but would not do anything differently. My Wayde is tending the G~babes on about the same 3 hours of sleep, I pray they are being good little cherubs for him.
In prayer this morning, in the vehicle in transit from the house back to the hospital, I gave thanks to God for being my life force, for giving me the strength to tend my friend and for the wonderful blessing of each of you. I asked God to continue to bless you with his love, with his peace, with his calm and with his comfort, I asked him to hold you in his arms, to keep you shielded from accident and to keep you aware of positive and to let negative go. I asked him to bless my sweet friend through the surgery and to bless her with a skilled surgeon and no incident while under. I asked God to bless my friends son who is in need of knee surgery, that the funds might line out and the right surgeon for the job to be on task so that he can begin to heal. I asked God to bless my daughter and my unborn grandson with health and with strength. I asked all of these mercies and blessings in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
I came across this story and don't know it to be verified truth but found it very interesting in any case, paying it forward is a must in our lives...what goes around comes around...
WHAT GOES AROUND...COMES AROUND
Someone once said:
"What goes around comes around."
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Sing like nobody's listening.
Live like it's Heaven on Earth.
His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer.
One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.
"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."
"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer.
At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel. "Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.
"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.
"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of."
And that he did.
Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, he graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia. What saved his life this time?
Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill.
His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.
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