Drivin' 55

I often feel as though my blogging friends and me are connected on many levels.  No one knows how many people actually read our blogs without making comments.  Sometimes we may get tens or hundreds of visitors a day.  And it is my hope that if half of you who read this complies with what I am about to ask, certainly those words will be heard by Him. Today, a dear friend of mine, one that I have known for about 12 years, has a very scary doctor’s appointment at 3:00.  She is one tough cookie (smile) but very kind, loving and compassionate.  I would not be lying to say she is a driven woman as she has a very successful business.   With all things said, she needs my prayers and the prayers of as many people as I can muster.  It is with this blogging connection that we can create one mighty prayer chain, ladies.  For me and for my friend, please send up a prayer for her good health and that she has no medical issues.  I couldn’t bear to ...

Yesterday, as I was reading my favorite blogs, The Majority of Two and I was struck by Jo's posting about the mystifying experience of last fall. If you haven't read it, please go there now. Jo's post reminded me of a true story that occurred very close to me, in fact, my own mother experienced something that cannot be explained. Almost 55 years ago this April 21st, my mother was in labor with her very first child. Labor was long and a difficult one. In those days, it was nothing out of the ordinary for the mother to be totally unconscious during the delivery. In my mother's case, she experienced complications. These complications caused her to go into a coma for almost two weeks. My mother tells stories of how spoiled a baby I was because the nurses had ample time to get to know me. Feeling sorry for this little baby in the nursery, I was rocked and held almost all the time. On the two week mark of Mom's coma, she finally woke. Weak, but brimming with motherly lo...