John has gotten blood pulled and an EKG and has a good doctor.  John has
been going to the hospital where Sandy works so she knows who, and who not,
to let work on you.  This doc is one of the better one, she says, so they
are in a room waiting for results to come back.  Vicki sounds, I'm trying to
choose my words carefully since she'll be reading this, sounds washed out,
steam rolled, dumped on, or otherwise, exhausted.  She isn't getting help
from her place of work either, by that I mean, little understanding.  John,
on the other hand, is getting hours of sick leave donated to him from fellow
employees.  Go figure.  So, what's the radio show called?  It's prayer time?
I'm sure most of you already know this but John has really been emotionally
suffering, too, from this thing.  Shoot, I'm a basket case from what I found
out about my own health Thursday and mostly all I need to really do is lose
weight.  Yeah, right.  Easier said than done, I know.  Anyhow, I know some
of you fully understand Vicki situation in this ordeal and some of the rest
of you know John's side.  In these last days, we are either going to learn
to pray, or we will be destroyed by the Enemy.  This involves spiritual
warfare.  Nope.  I don't like hearing that message either.  About a month,
or less, ago, the Lord spoke to me during prayer about something.  I'll be
writing about it, well, I've started, but other things have gotten in the
way of late.  So we'll talk some about spiritual warfare later.  Maybe Jesus
will come tonight and we can talk about it in Heaven.  No need for it there,
however.

Phil.


Phil.