A Summer Place
Picnic
Chariots of Fire
Rocky
Braveheart
Gladiator
POTC, Curse of the Black Pearl
Father, thank you for beautiful music that stirs our souls and moves our hearts. Thank you for those who create and play it from your inspiration. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
**Please remember to pray for Kristy Dykes. Latest Update from Kristy:
MY TOES ARE FROZEN PEGS
My toes are frozen pegs in an outdoor laundry.
Hard shakes jerk my body.
The fever is back.
Scalp–itching–rivals…?
I order my hands: do not touch.
Sleep? Little. Ambien fights the steroids.
The birds sing—a cacophony of sound greeting the day.
But even that doesn’t lull me to sleep.
Pressure mounts in my brain.
***
Itching, itching, itching.
Will I scratch?
Torment.
Scratch.
Jerk hand away.
For good.
***
Turn on light.
Coconut flakes on red sheets.
Agast.
***
How can a giant fried marble hurt so much?
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I choose to sing.
I choose to sing.
I choose to sing.
***
A song from childhood comes…
***
“There’s within my heart a melody,
Jesus whispers sweet and low.
‘Fear not, I am with you, Peace! Be still!
In all of life’s ebb and flow.’
“Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
Sweetest name I know.
Fills my every longing,
Keeps me singing as I go.
“Though sometimes He leads through waters deep,
Trials fall across the way.
Though sometimes the path seems rough and steep,
See His footprints all the way.
“Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
Sweetest name I know.
Fills my every longing,
Keeps me singing as I go.”
***
At the top, “fever” reads “fabak. Then I slide my chair to the left, come in close, sweep over the words, and I can read. Not speed reading like before. But still, reading.
Father, we cannot ignore the threat of death. Kristy has asked to live but has trusted you through all of these horrible symptoms of incurable brain cancer. We know you hear our prayers for her, and so we must rest in you. Still . . . we ask for your mercy and healing for Kristy Dykes. In the Mighty, Powerful Name above all names, in the Authority, Blood, and Name of your Son Jesus Christ. Amen.
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