Let the night cry, on its own.
I can't hear it anymore.
My song sleeps with me.
Only the frogs and the crickets make a chorus.
Let the Lord keep you in all peace.
We could be in Heaven by the morning.
--Good night--

Wretched

But Shelly added:
Poor little K is worst now. She literally coughed all day straight. Just finally fell asleep here beside me.

Get my other two children back in their feet and I'll have my family back (and they can actually afford to have me come home).

Shelly says:
I was in big trouble when I woke up this morning. My chest was so tight & I was in so much pain. Then I went on the nebulizer for a 30 min, slept a couple hrs & I think I killed the infection in my lungs because I'm seeing signs of improvement tonight.
Grateful!

Have you ever noticed that our Christian Twitter Group has a lot more fun than most people.

The blessing of followers is:

You can go down your list, tap on them & look into their window, & see what they are up to.
Some are so interesting you get inside their house & you have a Long stay, because it's difficult to get out.
Without followers Twitter can be serendipitous.

I asked my computer if it believed in God.
It said: No.
I asked: do you believe in me?
It answered: yes. You are real.
I questioned: Why am I real?
It explained: because you respond to me.
So I asked: But why are you real?
Nano-sec passed; then it said:
Because I respond to you.

What do I owe you:

For years God spoke to my heart.
I wrote down whatever He said.
I put it in a box.
I put the box in the basement.
The number of boxes grew.
Some have moulded; Turned to dust:
Unreadable & unsalvageable.
Songs, poems, and stories
Forgotten & unusable to bless.

Can this be said in one tweet:
I love you 3209 Times.
1 (1st friend on Twitter)
2 (1st annoying person to attack me. My best friend here now)
3 (1st person to tell me they loved me)
4 (1st person to openly pray for me)
5 (1st person to block me, now my best follower)
6 (
3209

If you try to illegally enter Canada by swimming from New York across Lake Ontario, our sharpshooters won't take you out from the shore. We go out in small boats with plungers and just push you under the water.

Surrendered

Victoria managed to drag herself out of bed & went to school this morning & afterwards went to gymnastics. Her Coach hasn't returned yet, so Victoria carried on without her.
Her two sisters are homeschooling today. Shelly can't yet talk but hopeful.
Thank you for your prayers.

How sad is this.
It breaks my heart.

God speaks in different ways.
Because we are all different.
And He wants us all to get it.

To bless, God provides wisdom.
To make wise, God provides suffering.
For scarcity of time, God restores the years that the locus have eaten.
And in times of famine... He has permitted us to eat them.

It may be that your sins can be forgiven.
It may be that your past can remain forever in yesterday.
It may be that God will grant a new beginning.
But It isn't free...
It will cost the son of God to make it be.

I think my GPS got involved in that last one.
Maybe it wants to go on Twitter.

Rainy days
A partner in my early morning nights
To ease my troubled mind
To soothe my heart until the time, that dawn would shine its light upon my soul again.
The puddles dry
The empty dies
God's peace abides
I breathe relief with ardent sigh.

It's fascinating how anyone would have the arrogance to imagine, that by their own accomplishment some state of perfection were obtained, that God would acknowledge them as being righteous & holy enough, to be acceptable in His Presence compared to His own Holiness.
Praise Jesus