A Prayer Request


My daughter and her boyfriend are waiting to find out if they have covid-19. Last week, they went to a birthday party for my daughter’s boyfriend’s stepmother. Two days after the party, the stepmother tested positive for covid-19. Her husband, my boyfriend’s father, needs prayer the most. He is in the hospital, in ICU, and on a ventilator. He has tested positive for covid-19 and also for bacterial pneumonia. The pupils of his eyes are unequal and dilated.

For the sake of privacy, I don’t use real names on my blog. I will give you the initials of the people I am asking prayer for. God knows who they are. They all live in Washington state.

My daughter’s initials are: J.E.
My daughter’s boyfriend’s initials are: C.C.
His stepmother’s initials are: P.C.
His very ill father’s initials are: S.C.

Please also say a little prayer for me. My PTSD was badly triggered two days ago. I am better after doing a lot of praying and talking with my husband. But I am disappointed in myself, because I thought my post-traumatic stress was healed better than that. I will probably write a post about it in the near future.

Thank you for stopping by and thank you especially for your prayers. For years, I was an agnostic atheist, because I had gone through so much trauma and I couldn’t understand how a perfectly loving, all powerful, and all knowing God could allow such evil things to happen. But seventeen years ago, after praying and asking God to show me if He is real, I became a Christian believer — because the preponderance of the evidence compels me to believe. What a huge difference my Christian faith has made in my life!

Today I still believe in Christ Jesus as my Lord and Savior, even when everything around me seems to be going wrong. I love the scripture in Habakkuk that talks about this. Here it is, in the King James version:

Habakkuk 3:17-18
17 Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
18 Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.

Amen! God has richly blessed me, both before and after I gave my life to Him on March 11, 2003. But even during times of trouble, I sense that He is with me, giving me the strength I need to get through. And I can definitely see where God has brought good, even out of the very worst things that have happened in my life. No matter what happens, God is good and I trust Him!

Again, thank you for stopping by. God bless you. ❤❤❤

My brother was in this building when it was bombed ~ Updated with a message from my brother


Twenty-four years ago, on June 25, 1996, my brother was in this Khobar Tower building when it was bombed. In fact, he was outside on the balcony, smoking a cigarette, just moments before the bomb went off. He walked inside his room and seconds later, the balcony that he had just been standing on was gone.

My brother was in the U.S. Air Force, there on a peace keeping mission. In the aftermath of the bombing, he helped pull the bodies of his fellow Airmen out of the rubble, young men that he had just finished training.

Every year at this time, my brother is haunted by the memories of what happened on this day. A couple of days ago, he changed his Facebook profile picture to this picture of the blown out building.

Please say a prayer for my brother. He is a newlywed, married less than a month ago to a lovely woman. With the exception of public persons, I don’t use real names on my blog. So when you pray for my brother, use the initials ‘J.R.’ — God knows who he is.

Thank you. ❤❤❤


My brother sent me a text this morning, a few minutes after I posted this. He said:

“Honestly though, people shouldn’t be concerned about me on this date. I just pay tribute to those people we lost, especially the 12 that were part of my fighter squadron, the 58th Fighter Squadron, 33rd fighter wing from Eglin AFB, FL. I knew most of them very well and trained several of the younger men. Got them ready to deploy because they were right out of tech school. Signed the paperwork saying they were ready. That really sucks, but I came to terms with it years ago. Thanks for thinking of me though.”

That’s my brother. A hero in my eyes. ❤❤❤