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Help! I’m Drowning, Or At Least It Feels That Way…

I started out this morning with over 2,000 emails which was a bit overwhelming. I had cleared a few hundred of them on Saturday but it barely made a dent in the pile.

Then today as I was catching up on emails and such I happened to see that we have HURRICANE MICHAEL headed our way. Just another thing to add to the list of things to think about. While we are not on the coast nor have we been put under the ‘State of Emergency’ the counties right next to us are so that means we do have potential to see some damage. This also means that we need to make some emergency preparations and be prepared for when the storm hits. As we have learned in the past the storms don’t always go along their predicted path.

**Update: The state of emergency has been expanded from 26 counties to 35, including ours, since this post was written. Our prayers are going out to all of those in the affected area as well as the first responders, National Guard, and all of those working to keep everyone safe. Continue reading Help! I’m Drowning, Or At Least It Feels That Way…

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A Trip Down Memory Lane!

I survived my first plane trip and wanted to share a little bit about my trip down memory lane with all of you! Be prepared because as my Pop-pop would say, ‘This might take a while’.

Last week proved to be one of the most stressful weeks I can remember. I have been trying to refocus my life in so many areas. And on top of the everyday stresses of a large family and back to school worries I got the call that I really needed to head back to my childhood home.

While I call Florida home right now I was born in Pennsylvania. I grew up about an hour from Philadelphia in the mushroom capital of the world, Kennett Square.

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Funny the things you didn’t know, huh? We were also very close to the Amish and Mennonite communities. In fact several of my siblings were delivered by an Amish midwife.

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Photo by Randy Fath on Unsplash Continue reading A Trip Down Memory Lane!

“Take My Hand, Precious Lord”

When I am sad, even when I am happy for that matter, songs often pop into my head. Today as I sat on the edge of the bathtub waiting for the 3 year old to go potty for the umpteenth time this morning I sighed. One of those ‘I am so tired’ kind of sighs. This song popped into my head and I prayed right then and there. Lord, help me please.
This song has always touched my heart and maybe its because I feel like this so often.
Precious Lord, take my hand
Yes, Lord I need you to hold my hand. When I feel so alone and I need someone please remind me that you are there where noone else could possibly be.
Lead me on, let me stand I’m tired, I’m weak, I’m lone
Yes, please lead through the paths of this life. You alone know the plans you have made for me. Help me to stand when I don’t have the strength to do so.
Through the storm, through the night Lead me on to the light
You word alone can calm any storm. You are the light in the darkness.
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
Lead me back to where you are, Lord. Bring my peace to my heart and soul.
When my way grows drear precious Lord linger near When my light is almost gone
Lord, give me strength, give me courage, give me hope. Stay close by my side.
Hear my cry, hear my call
You alone hear the whispers of my heart.
Hold my hand lest I fall
Stay by my side and keep me on the straight path, lest I fall into temptation.
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
When the darkness appears and the night draws near And the day is past and gone
At the river I stand Guide my feet, hold my hand
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand I’m tired, I’m weak, I’m lone
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
This song was written by Thomas Dorsey after he learned that his wife had died in childbirth and that his newborn baby also died shortly after. Can you imagine the grief and despair that overtook him at that time in his life? He doubted God. But he didn’t give up.
Almost a week later he was at a piano and felt a peace come over him and he wrote this song which has been such a blessing to so many. God is there in our darkest moments and he can turn them into something to help others. Only HE knows his plans for us.
“I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, ‘Fear not; I will help thee.” (Isaiah 41:13)