Sharon writes:
Driscoll… when I am not sputtering I shudder. It’s all about Jesus. And, it has to be interesting. Can’t be namby or pamby. It’s got to be G.I. freaking Joe.
Sharon writes:
I thank you all for your prayers. Now, we pray for Jason. Help us, Jesus.
Sharon writes:
I’ve received so much love from you guys (and Sonia!) that I’m truly overwhelmed. For two months I was by his side, along side his children, at the hospital as he underwent every procedure imaginable to make him well. Healing was not to be–on this side anyway. Bruce died as he lived–as an agnostic. He [...]
Sharon writes:
Your remarks fill my heart. The Lord had one lesson after the other to teach me throughout our relationship together, but the privilege of caring for him through his worst fears and suffering brought about transformation. Some day I can write more specifically about that. Right now, I’m helping my kids get through this. Continue [...]
Sharon writes:
Thank you all for the prayers. And Matthew thank you for the picture. I needed a the giggle. Yes, I am being cared for. My children are lifted up in prayer as well. The church is marvelous. I’m glad I stopped in. Y’all get back to work ;-)
Sharon writes:
Thought I would drop in and ask for some prayers. About six weeks ago my husband was admitted to the hospital with shortness of breath. I thought it was his usual copd routine but turns out he had a mild heart attack. After five weeks of pneumonia and a stroke that took some more of [...]
Sharon writes:
Arkansas. Ew.
Sharon writes:
Easter hungry
I am full of Easter. I am satisfied with Jesus. Our church has been intentional and I believe successful in marking one day for every week of Lent with nourishment for the body and with guest clergy who delivered up a feast for Easter hungry souls. Last week I thought my bones will crumble when [...]
Sharon writes:
Just one more. I promise.
Sharon writes:
Thank you, Richard, Jason and Aaron. Chas is the first tenor. (second from left in the video) When we moved four and a half years ago for me to accept this present appointment he was our last child at home. His first year of high school was a nightmare. He missed his older brother and [...]
