I need your prayers

LoVonna,
I am so sorry that you have been given this extra challenge to deal with. I will include you in my prayers. Hopefully the surgery will take care of things and you will be back on your way to recovery. About a month ago Kathi M posted the item I have copied below. For me it was a time when I was having bronchitus and feeling generally down...and it helped my mood. So I have attached it for you.

Take care... God Bless....

Susan




There was a couple who used to go England to shop in a beautiful antique store.

This trip was to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. They both liked antiques and pottery, especially teacups.

Spotting an exceptional cup, they asked "May we see that? We've never seen a cup quite so beautiful."

As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke to the couple;

"You don't understand." It said, "I have not always been a teacup There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay. My master took me and rolled me, pounded and patted me over and over and I yelled out, "Don't do that. I don't like it! Let me alone!", but he only smiled, and gently said; "Not yet!!"

Then. WHAM! I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. "Stop it! I'm getting so dizzy! I'm going to be sick!", I screamed. But the master only nodded and said quietly "Not yet."

He spun, poked and prodded and bent me out of shape to suit himself and then.....

he put me in the oven.

I never felt such heat! I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door.

"Help! Get me out of here!"

I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as he shook his head from side to side and again said, "Not yet".

When I thought I couldn't bear it another minute, the door opened. He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. Oh, that felt so good!

Ah, this is much better, I thought. But, after I cooled he picked me up and he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. Oh, please; "Stop it, Stop it!!" I cried. He only shook his head and said "Not yet".

Then suddenly he put me back in to the oven. Only it was not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I just knew I would suffocate! I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. I was convinced I would never make it. I was ready to give up.

Just then the door opened and he took me out and again placed me on the shelf, where I cooled and waited------- and waited, wondering what's he going to do to me next? An hour later he handed me a mirror and said "Look at yourself" And I did

I said, "That's not me, that couldn't be me. It's beautiful! I'm beautiful!"

Quietly he spoke "I want you to remember", then he said, "I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted, but had I just left you alone, you'd have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I know it hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn't done that, you never would have hardened. You would not have had any color in your life. If I hadn't put you back in the second oven, you wouldn't have survived for long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you."

The moral of this story is this:

God knows what He's doing with each of us. He is the potter, and we are His clay. He will mould us and make us, and expose us to just enough pressures of just the right kinds that we may be made into a flawless piece of work, to fulfill His good, pleasing and perfect will.

Dear LoVonna,

My warmest thoughts go with you. I will be thinking of you when you go for the scan. I'll be there holding your hand even if you can't see me. Please try to keep a positive attitude. It's too soon to worry. I will keep believing that it's one tiny spot and surgery will get rid of it for once and for all!

Hugs.

Lesley

LoVonna
I am sorry that you did not get the news you wanted. I am praying for you that this is the only spot and surgery and radiation will have you on the "road to recovery" once again.
Susan's posting of what Kathy M shared with her really says it all doesn't it. I have printed that and will carry it around in my pocketbook as it is so true.
I am praying for you that your pet scan on thursday goes well, please let us know how you made out.
Warm wishes
Linda