Terri, Oh, Loving, I'm praying for you. I feel your sorrow that you 
are feeling, and I'm praying for you.

Please send me your phone number, and I will call you today.

I love you, and Jesus loves you.

God Bless you, Sweetie. Sending you bunches of lovings and squeezings.

Loving you,
Pat Ferguson




At 11:24 AM 11/30/2007, you wrote:
>I feel shipwrecked in many ways.  I am hanging on to the Robe of
>Jesus; crying out, "Savior, I need you."   In many ways I wonder if I will
>be able to ever get past this devastating illness of my soul?  I cry out
>because I am so dry and depleted of the simple basic needs at times to
>just make it.  Then it seems when I am given something it is soaked up
>so fast cause the need is so great.  I would so hope to be more
>independent and able to support my own needs.  Sometimes death
>seems a welcomed friend just because I feel like I have attempted
>everything to overcome. I feel trapped into a survival existence that
>leaves me forever frustrated with my condition.  I so understand the
>one that commits suicide or hurts themselves.  Not the best solution by
>far.  But I do understand the temptation to entertain it even for a
>second. Was looking through my address book for just anyone to have
>coffee with yesterday.  Whew....friends are bountiful in my life, but very
>sparse at the same time.
>Tee