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JULY 4th MY WEDDING

July 20 found out grandmother had cancer
Sept.23 lost my grandmother to cancer
Sept.23 husband's car battery went dead
Sept.24 my clothes dryer went out
Sept.26 my stove blew out
Oct. 1   brother's bday
Oct.  5  my cousin's husband passed away
Oct.  11 my step aunt passed away
Nov.  2  my bday
Nov.   2 husband's battery went dead again
Nov.   3  toilet broke
Nov.  21 great uncle passed away (his wife, my great aunt passed 5months before him)
Dec.  1  roof caved in, leak in back bedroom
Dec.  2  roofer came and said roof was done completly backwards...
Dec.  9  adjuster says no certificate on roof, windstorm ins may be canceled
Dec.  9  3000.00 dollars I dont have for a roof to be done before they cancel my ins.

Evidently God is making me stronger and getting me ready for a blessing.....and you would think who has time to think about a baby....................Maybe this is Gods way of making me take my mind off of having a baby so it can actually happen.........I dont know but I am thankful through all this demonic activitiy for all that God has done for me and I rebuke the Devil for anything he so call has instore for me with this roof business......................Devil you are rebuked..........and I will not let you steal my joy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  In Jesus Name Amen!

The smell of rain



At the end of this story, it gives you two options. I think you will figure out what option I chose.
A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room
of Diana Blessing. She was still groggy from surgery.  Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced
themselves for the latest news.  That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks
pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver couple's new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.
At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously
premature.  Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs.  "I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could.  "There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by
some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one"  Numb with disbelief, David
and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would likely face if she
survived.  She would never walk, she  would never talk, she would probably be blind, and she
would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation,
and on and on.  "No! No!" was all Diana could say. She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long
dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four.  Now, within a matter of
hours, that dream was slipping away But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana.
Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw',  the lightest kiss or caress
only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to
offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of
tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl. There was never a moment
when Dana suddenly grew stronger.  But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there.  At last, when Dana turned two months old. her parents were able to hold her in their
arms for the very first time. And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her
chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital,
just as her mother had predicted.  Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply, she was everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy ending is far from the end of her story.
One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Dana was sitting in her mother's lap
in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing.
As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when
she suddenly fell silent. Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked, "Do you smell that?"
Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain."
Dana closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?" Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're
about to get wet. It smells like rain." Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, "No, it smells like Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest." Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other children. Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at
least in their hearts, all along. During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life, when her nerves
were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His chest and it is His loving scent that she
remembers so well.

  I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.  The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.' Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy. Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.

        The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.  'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'

         His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister .''

        My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'  'I love my mommy and I wish she didn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'

         Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!''

         'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'

       Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister . He heard me!''   'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.   'My mommy loves white roses.'      

         A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

       Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

       Was this the family of the little boy?

       Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.  I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see    and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.  

       I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.  And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Okay I am getting tired of seeing everyone elses positive test...and preggo pics and so forth........then when they get their positive they forget bout us that are still trying.............im so sick and tired of seeing others BFP...........its not fair.....................grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr  I want to be a mommy too........this is torture pure torture.....okay I had to vent........................................................Lord forgive me ..But I am ready to recieve a lil bundle of joy.