Why do bad things happen to good people?

I have two dear friends who are suffering right now.

One's 6-year old granddaughter has had a recurrence of cancer. She will be having very painful surgery this week followed by radiation and a very strong chemotherapy that will make her very ill.

The other's son is in trouble. Seriously. And she is wondering where God was today when He was needed. She is disappointed and disillusioned with His concern for her and her children. I have been there.

All I know is that He IS there! He DOES care! I don't know why He allows bad things to happen, why He allows satan to wreak havoc on His children - for he does ALLOW everything that happens to us. I know that satan is a liar and a cheat and is the CAUSE of all things bad.

Even yet, I will praise Him!

Home Again

Had a nice visit with my sister. Unfortunately our time together ended on a "sour" note with her being very ill. She is feeling better today; however, like a good sister, she shared her bug with me and I have been in bed all day. Sigh......

Vacationing

I am in beautiful Colorado with my sister on our annual sister-fest. We meet together, away from both out homes and families, and bond. It is a good thing! Since we live so far apart, we don't get to see each other often so we cherish this time together.

God is good!

Happy birthday to me

This week is my birthday. I love birthdays! I love everyone's birthday! I celebrate them. Big! Balloons. Cake. Presents. It's fun! I can't imagine why in the world people would choose to ignore their birthdays! It doesn't mean you don't get older if you ignore them! I say celebrate!!! Happy birthday to me!!

One of those sleepless nights...

This is one of those sleepless nights. It's 4:20 in the morning and I haven't yet slept. I don't know why I have these nights, but I have them 2 or 3 times a month. And many others where sleep is long in coming and restless when it finally does. I hear that this is simply one of the side-effects of fibromyalgia, and, of course, the sleepless nights often, though not always, go hand-in-hand with pain. I'm not sure which causes the other since sometimes the pain comes first and sometimes the sleeplessness does.

So, what does one do when one doesn't sleep? I sometimes watch t.v., often Facebook (though not right now since I've given it up for Lent), read, pray, clean, or lay in the dark and try to at least rest. It makes for long nights and even longer days.

I think a lot. This week, I've thought a lot about my mother who celebrated her 30th year in Heaven one week ago today. I have to concentrate to bring her face to mind now, and often go to pictures to help. I can no longer remember her voice and have no sound bites of her to keep it fresh in my mind. It's been 30 years, after all, since I last saw or spoke to her. And yet, I miss her. Terribly. I still catch myself thinking I should call and talk to her about one thing or another. I look forward to the day when there will be no more parting or sorrow or missing.

Love you, Mama!