Good news ... bad news ... good news ...
Today has been a good news/bad news/good news/bad news day.
The good news is when I called on my blood work today I found out that my enzyme levels were in the normal range. Praise God!!
The bad news is that there is every sign that my anemia is worsening. Dr. Scott's nurse said he had not yet decided what to do about it, but is considering some sort of med. I'll probably find out on Monday.
The other good news is that perusing the Net I found my "little sister" from high school, the former Sonjia McKeehan. When I saw her real estate agent photo, I highly suspected it was her. When I heard her cell phone voicemail message, I knew it was her. It was a blessing to talk to her and I'm looking forward to catching up.
The other bad news was my discovery that her husband Tim had passed away. As I read the obituary and news accounts of his passing, I realized what a wonderful move of God's grace it was when Tim came into her life. (I'm certain he felt the same about her entrance ...)
Further bad news was the discovery of others' passings ... some of whom were drug casualties. It makes me sad and I again feel the move in my heart that something should be done, or said. I'm still not sure what, though.
Grace ... and peace ...
The good news is when I called on my blood work today I found out that my enzyme levels were in the normal range. Praise God!!
The bad news is that there is every sign that my anemia is worsening. Dr. Scott's nurse said he had not yet decided what to do about it, but is considering some sort of med. I'll probably find out on Monday.
The other good news is that perusing the Net I found my "little sister" from high school, the former Sonjia McKeehan. When I saw her real estate agent photo, I highly suspected it was her. When I heard her cell phone voicemail message, I knew it was her. It was a blessing to talk to her and I'm looking forward to catching up.
The other bad news was my discovery that her husband Tim had passed away. As I read the obituary and news accounts of his passing, I realized what a wonderful move of God's grace it was when Tim came into her life. (I'm certain he felt the same about her entrance ...)
Further bad news was the discovery of others' passings ... some of whom were drug casualties. It makes me sad and I again feel the move in my heart that something should be done, or said. I'm still not sure what, though.
Grace ... and peace ...

