That's right, Brad.
Brad, after last night's intercessory prayer session, I have been
transformed. The anger is gone. The anxiety is gone. I am a different
person thanks to the healing balm of Jesus the Christ. I will not
feel as I did in the post you're answering.
IN HIS MATCHLESS NAME,
Very Purple Mari and her faithful scribe, Reeva Parry.
On Thursday 6/7/2007 08:57 AM, Brad said:
>Mari,
>
>Just plain Mari? You took off your robe of royalty? A cowboy minus
>his boots is still a cowboy. A pianist without her piano is still a
>pianist, Phil without his hair is still Phil... whups sorry about
>that one Phil :). So No matter the dress or objects we have we are
>still who we are regardless. :) Years ago I sought out healing, and
>was in fact physically healed to some degree in the midst of a
>prayer time, anyway I was seeking it to a point of which I finally
>realized that being healed had become my god. I was seeking the gift
>and not the gift giver. I've seen varying degrees and extremes of
>beliefs in such and justifications for why folks believe as such,
>which is their, as well as my, right to choose. A sometimes
>difficult place to be in is having the living and breathing desire
>to be healed, and yet with the peace of mind and willing to wait for
>it to come be it now or when we are out of here. It is not for the
>faint of heart to be in that place, toe to the finish line and
>waiting for the checker flag to wave. Frustration at times, yes,
>sucks at times, yes, but yet being at piece with who we are.
>Blindness is not me, it is part of how I live, but is not who I
>am. Some may feel that is who they are which is OK if that is how
>they manage it, but for me it brings too much focus on something I'd
>rather not be, just if I'd view myself daily as a graying Brad,
>getting older and older by the day, and focused on getting older
>rather than just acknowledging that is where I am currently yet
>feeling as young as I did when I was 20 in mind if not in body some
>of the time, although that is rare which I'm thankful for. Because
>blindness stinks doesn't mean I stink sniff sniff... nope all clear
>:) Would I give almost anything to see again? Yep. Am I willing to
>give up my daily peace in my leap for it? No. That is the wrong
>race. Blindness might be our $10,000 debt owed, but remember we are
>getting paid $10,000, God said the checks in the mail, we're just
>waiting for the check to get here :)
>
>Brad
>
>
>At 04:42 PM 6/6/2007, MariJean said:
>>Right on, Brad! I'm certainly in that place. Blindness sucks the
>>big one! What a long awful trip it's been! I want to see so bad I
>>can taste it!!
>>
>>
>>Welcome back Brad,
>>
>>Just plain Mari right now.
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