There is always so much to be thankful for but do we always remember to give thanks? Today I am thankful for spending quality time with family for the past few days, seeing some of my precious great-grandchildren, good food, companionship, conversation, seeing selflessness in action and lots of hugs. I am renewed, restored and looking forward to worship and fellowship as I now head out to Sunday services and more opportunity for saying thank you. Happy Sunday.
So many people I know are suffering from severe physical pain which is depriving them of the quality of life they are meant to have.
Will you please join me in a prayer for pain for all people who are afflicted.
Our Father in Heaven, we pray for your healing love to touch all who are suffering debilitating pain in different parts of their bodies. We thank you that as you hear our prayers, you will touch each one with your healing power and set them free from back pain, neck pain, knee pain…any pain that is limiting your people in their daily activities. We thank you for hearing our prayers and answering them in Jesus’ name. Amen.
Thank you to all who will participate in this prayer for pain.
“Your cholesterol is too high!” This is what my family physician has been telling me for years. My body will not tolerate statin drugs, and dietary and exercise regimens have not worked, so yes, my cholesterol is too high.
“Your cholesterol is too high!” This from my cardiologist in June.
“So I’ve been told,” was my demure reply.
“Dangerously high!” No demureness on his part. “But I can help you.”
I went home with a new plan involving a new drug…a very expensive drug…which needs to be administered by injection twice a month. I learned how to do this in two hours on June 29th, with the help of a nurse who visited me in my home.
After two doses of this new drug, I had my blood work repeated.
“Your cholesterol is really good!” This from my family physician who took time out of his busy schedule to tell his receptionist to relay this news to me yesterday.
The jolt of happiness that went through me more than made up for the jolt of the medicated needle that is responsible for this wonderful turn of events.
My thankfulness extends not only to my doctor and my cardiologist, but to my insurance plan that covers the cost of this drug.
And thanks be to God, the overseer of my life, for this newest little jolt of happiness.
…Give her medicine. Perhaps she can yet be healed. Jeremiah 51:8 NLT
Praise the Lord, and pass the medication!