I Hate To Do This…

I know I decided to dedicate my blogs to Jesus for the month of December. But I believe this information is too important to be ignored. And I am sure Jesus would want it shared so that we can stop this evil that has invaded our world!

Here in Houston, Texas, we know all too well about sex trafficking.  Our I-10 corridor is their main avenue of travel and Super Bowl weekend is their main traveling dates. Our churches provide programs to educate the public about this horrible crime.  And we even have private ranches for the children who have been trafficked.  Trying to help them back into society and not a life of prostitution.

I will say it is a daunting task put in front of us, believers.  For the sex trafficking industry brings in a reported excess of 32 billion dollars a year.  Now that is a Goliath.  We need to be David with a sling shot and a stone, covered in prayer, and backed by God.

Just because you do not live in Mexico or Texas, and you are not hispanic or a child, does not mean you will not be a target!  Everyone is a target!  The video below is about Sherri Papini, who is fortunate to be alive. Because most do not live to tell the world of their horrendous torture and unspeakable acts they endure.

If you want to educate yourself about sex trafficking and what you can do to help, try this site out. I even printed it for my own information.


Always remember no one is safe and no place is safe.  Not until we step forward, covered in prayer, to battle this unspeakable evil.  Please pray for Sherri Papini and her family!

My Thanksgiving Gift

Our 21-year-old son started having chest pains on Saturday, and it took until Tuesday evening for him to decide he might need to see the doctor.  I wanted to take him to the cardiologist, but he felt the family doctor was all he needed. While he was thinking reflux, I was thinking about the small opening they found last year between the upper chambers of his heart.

I, reluctantly, gave in to the family doctor because he is 21 and should be able to make his own decisions.  Even though the mother in me, felt like “just do what I say.”  Wednesday morning we called and had an appointment by 2 that afternoon.

As he described his symptoms to the Physician Assistant, she decided an EKG would not hurt.  The nurse came in and ran the EKG, and then ran it again.  She abruptly walked out and I could hear her and the Physician Assistant discussing the test, and then the Physician Assistant was on the phone with his Cardiologist.

The EKG showed pericarditis, or fluid around the heart, and that something was going on.

His vitals were stable so she opted for me to drive him to the hospital instead of an ambulance.  Great call, an ambulance would have added to my anxiety and I am not sure he would have ridden in it.  So off we go, where they were waiting on us  in the Emergency Room.

As they were settling him in the emergency room, they began with their questions and another EKG.  I picked up my phone and texted my dearest friend (whom I consider the best prayer warrior, I have every known) and our daughter (his older sister).

When they took him for a chest o-ray, I informed my daughter I felt like my dad was with us.  I explained on the back of an old truck, we were stuck behind in traffic, there was a sticker. He asked me what it said because he could not make out the words.

Spaniel, King Charles.

Before my father died he pestered me about getting our grandson a King Charles Spaniel. The next sign was that they put us in room 13.  My father was born on January 13, Friday the 13th to be exact.  So every Friday the 13th, I would call and wish him a happy birthday, did not matter the month.  We would have a great laugh and loving conversation.

My daughter said it was God letting me know He loved me.  Yes, God has always been there in my life and once again He was saying, “I am here,” “call on Me.”

I called!

It was decided our son had to stay and endure a night of blood tests, blood cultures, sonogram, and questions.  As one test after another was done, we were told they came out fine. The next morning his Cardiologist informed us, he did have the inflammation but he had not had a heart attack. You see the first tests, showed a possible heart attack.  The next set showed nothing was wrong, but inflammation.

God is good!

We left the hospital Wednesday afternoon and gave into our exhaustion when we arrived home.  Thankful does not begin to explain how I feel.  I believe God took a situation which could have had a devastating outcome and turned it around. Why He did it, we may not know until Glory.  What I do know in the very depth of my heart, is that God knows and understands things we could never know or understand.  And that is good enough for me!

While we were going through this trial, one of my favorite Sidewalk Prophet’s song kept playing over and over in my head…He Loves Me Anyway.  Almost as if God was assuring me, He loves me and has it all under control. Because that song describes me…”I am the nail in his wrist, but He loves me anyway.  I am Judas’ kiss, but He loves me anyway.”

I want to say that I am no more special than you are to God.  He loves you the same way and all He wants is for you to call out to Him…lean on Him…curl up in His loving arms and rely on Him for everything!

My Thanksgiving gift this year was from God.  He let me know that He loves me and my family.  And He is still the one in control of my son’s destiny!

I am thankful for so many things in my life; family, friends, the life I live.  But more importantly, I am thankful for God.  My alpha and omega, my loving Father, my Savior. For without Him, I am nothing; but with Him, I am everything He sees me to be in this life!


God Bless You!

God Bless America!