<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569521085772913724</id><updated>2012-02-03T06:39:36.743-08:00</updated><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CiJntfQFYmc/TVNd72XQCGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9Mg4epi4H_c/s1600/IMG_1506.JPG'/><title type='text'>Miracle Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna Kinsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13142705184202938473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1CR5dSjE3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PUg-GzRRcq0/S220/IMG_2377.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569521085772913724.post-6708986133074170664</id><published>2011-05-25T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T14:03:17.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give away!</title><content type='html'>Check out &lt;a href="http://www.ilivetoclick.com/"&gt;http://www.ilivetoclick.com/&lt;/a&gt; they have a mega give away!!! I cannot believe they are doing this! Sooooo cool! I am going to be so siked to if I win! I suggest this to all my friends! They are giving $2,100 dollars in prizes!!!! go to their site and check out the MEGA GIVE AWAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569521085772913724-6708986133074170664?l=miraclestories4you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/feeds/6708986133074170664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2011/05/give-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/6708986133074170664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/6708986133074170664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2011/05/give-away.html' title='give away!'/><author><name>Anna Kinsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13142705184202938473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1CR5dSjE3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PUg-GzRRcq0/S220/IMG_2377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569521085772913724.post-5221508089934999839</id><published>2011-02-09T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T06:49:53.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CiJntfQFYmc/TVNd72XQCGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9Mg4epi4H_c/s1600/IMG_1506.JPG'/><title type='text'>Feb 9, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CiJntfQFYmc/TVNd72XQCGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9Mg4epi4H_c/s1600/IMG_1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEa9AYqhy2I/TVNdhnnS_WI/AAAAAAAAADI/-xFi73NrPoo/s1600/IMG_1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEa9AYqhy2I/TVNdhnnS_WI/AAAAAAAAADI/-xFi73NrPoo/s320/IMG_1542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571899996138306914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feb 9, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been awhile since I have been able to update. January, 20 thru the 30th I was in Michigan. It was great to see family and friends again. I flew to Michigan with Susie, Sarah, and the boys, from Tampa to Grand Rapids. My main reason for going up to Michigan was to attend my brother in-law Moses’ wedding. Glenn was in the wedding and flew up for three days.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I went to Michigan earlier so I could visit. We decided to fly because driving was so hard on my back and hips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing the snow for the first time in about three years was so beautiful. I forgot how fun snow was. I felt like a kid again when I saw it! Something about that white fluffy stuff that makes you want to play. I loved capturing my boys faces on camera when they  saw snow for the first time. Priceless…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a doctors appointment with the oncologist just before I left for Michigan. The doctor told me my blood work looked wonderful. There was no calcium or protein in my blood. That was wonderful news! He still wanted me to the PET/CAT scans. My husband and I decided not to do them. My blood work was fine. (The first time I had cancer my blood work was fine, and I still had cancer.) We just felt peace about not doing the scans. There is concern that I could have cancer again, the indications that I have cancer are low. I had a scan in February in the emergency room and it showed the 1cm spot in my chest. As far as I know it is just scar tissue. I am thankful for all your prayers and concern. My back is feeling better. My sister in-law Susie did a wonderful job helping me for 20 days. I know it helped my back heal more. I still feel pain in my joints and my back, but it is not near as bad. I am looking into buying a RIFE Light as the Lord provides the money. I know the RIFE light was helping the osteoporosis. I also am taking Xango juice for health reasons. Thank you for praying for my healing.  I’d like to add a request that my sister Mary could get help for her seizures, and my brother Jonathan who lives in Romania has been having problems with high fevers and has something wrong with his liver. They don’t know what it is at this point. Thank you, thank you, thank you for the prayers!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569521085772913724-5221508089934999839?l=miraclestories4you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/feeds/5221508089934999839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2011/02/feb-9-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/5221508089934999839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/5221508089934999839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2011/02/feb-9-2011.html' title='Feb 9, 2011'/><author><name>Anna Kinsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13142705184202938473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1CR5dSjE3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PUg-GzRRcq0/S220/IMG_2377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEa9AYqhy2I/TVNdhnnS_WI/AAAAAAAAADI/-xFi73NrPoo/s72-c/IMG_1542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569521085772913724.post-4378092734676855610</id><published>2011-01-19T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T07:08:06.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/TTb-A0BGNjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/F2TV6UP-G4k/s1600/DSC09757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/TTb-A0BGNjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/F2TV6UP-G4k/s320/DSC09757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563913679579526706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Jan 18 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I was very nervous about going to the doctors today. I decided not to do the recommended PET and CAT scans. I was not sure how the Oncologist would react. It is only a three mile drive to the Cancer Center from my house. That is the advantage of living in the city. I cannot believe I used to drive 45 min to an hour to see my doctors in the past. I used to drive 5-7 hours twice a week to do treatments in Chicago. Sarasota is a great place to live if you are unhealthy. Doctors offices seem to be on every corner. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Being by myself in the car gave me some time to pray and thank God. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;When I walked into the Cancer Center I felt so out of place. There are so many older people there. I just did not fit in. When I got into the elevator and pressed the “floor three button” for the cancer level, I wondered how many people where wondering, or had no clue why I was in this place. I thought they must be thinking I am picking up my grandma. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I walked up to the front desk and told the lady I had a 9:30 appointment. She told me to take a seat in the waiting area. I was all by myself, no one was with me. Sometimes it feels good for me to be alone. I feel like I can face things better on my own with just me and God, if I were to hear bad news.  I was glad my sister was able to be with me my first appointment. I am happy I learned to knit. Knitting really helps the time past and make you feel like you’ve accomplished something while waiting endlessly. When the secretaries tell you it is going to be just a minute it never is. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I was called back into the room. The nurse pricked my finger and squeezed it 15 times to get enough blood to get a CBC blood test from me. Doctor Alluri came in the room. He asked me why I did not do the PET/CAT scan. I told him I was going to do it then I re-thought some things over, my husband and I were not comfortable with injecting the radioactivity into my body. I also said I was concerned because I had 20 month old boys at home, and after you do a PET scan you are not supposed to be around children for 12 hours. Dr. Alluri said he understood my concerns. He made a phone call to someone who knew about the PET scan. He wanted to know if it was really that dangerous or not. They confirmed that it was dangerous for children to be around me. The specialist said I should not be around them for 6 hours instead of 12.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Dr. Alluri said the small risk out weighed the benefit of me doing the scan. I did not have good records of my cancer since 2005. They did have a CAT scan of 2010 that showed a 2cm nodule in my chest. Dr. Alluri did not think it was something of great concern, but he would not know unless I did the PET and CAT scan. I thought I had remembered that the spot was scarring from the tumor that was there in my chest from the last time I had cancer. I have had some shortness of breath. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I asked Dr. Alluri what my blood work results where. He said they where great! My liver, kidneys, CBC, were all good. There were no high levels of  protein or calcium in my blood. That was a great relief for me. High levels of these could be a sign of Multiple Myeloma. Praise God for the good report!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I talked to Dr. Alluri about the new blood test that is being talked about on the news, and in the news paper. He was not so thrilled about that. He said he was just talking about that with another patient. He said that blood test was only a screening, and would only be used for people who did not have cancer before. I asked him about doing the AMAS blood test. He said there was not enough evidence for him to use the AMAS test. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I had to make a decision about doing the scans again. I was glad to talk my concerns over with Dr. Alluri. I was glad that he was not angry at me for not just taking his word for granted. He seemed to realized that I was wanting to educate myself and make good decisions and not just do the normal protocol of “ whatever the doctors say.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I scheduled the scans for Feburary 4th and my next appointment is Feb 8th. I need to talk things over with Glenn again about doing the scans. I will pray and ask for wisdom on making this medical decision. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel pain in my bones still. I am not in severe pain. My back hurts when I lift the boys and do things. I still have to take breaks. I am supposed to see the Rheumatologist sometime next month too. Hopefully I can find a answer about what is causing the bone decay and pain. Dr. Alluri  thinks the osteoporosis is from the steroids and chemotherapy I did, but is not sure. I should be able to find out some answers from the Rheumatologist. I am so grateful for all my friends and family who are praying!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569521085772913724-4378092734676855610?l=miraclestories4you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/feeds/4378092734676855610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2011/01/doctors-appointment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/4378092734676855610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/4378092734676855610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2011/01/doctors-appointment.html' title='Doctors appointment'/><author><name>Anna Kinsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13142705184202938473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1CR5dSjE3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PUg-GzRRcq0/S220/IMG_2377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/TTb-A0BGNjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/F2TV6UP-G4k/s72-c/DSC09757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569521085772913724.post-2146041962497891387</id><published>2011-01-10T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T15:00:06.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/TStjV3ULB8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/NeRoOEJv17U/s1600/The%2Bnurse%2Bcarefully%2Binjects%2Bthe%2Bradioactive%2Bsolution%2Binto%2Bmy%2Bveins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/TStjV3ULB8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/NeRoOEJv17U/s320/The%2Bnurse%2Bcarefully%2Binjects%2Bthe%2Bradioactive%2Bsolution%2Binto%2Bmy%2Bveins.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560647392195971010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wednesday Dec 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Grammy, Edith, and Edith’s children came over to my house to watch Mary and the boys. God had provided help for me! I then left for my bone Density scan. I had somewhat of a hard time finding the office. The lines were long in the office. A lady gave me a clipboard of papers to fill out while I sat and waited. I filled the papers out and brought them back to her. The attendant called me back to the room to start the scan. It was a simple procedure and the lady there was very nice. I had to tell the lady that I needed my information faxed to a different doctor ASAP because the doctor would not schedule to see me until I faxed them the results of my bone density test. She told me that they would not have the results faxed until tomorrow. The Cancer clinic that is involved said they would be closed tomorrow. That would make it until Monday that I could schedule to get in because of the holiday season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I left the first office and drove to the Cancer Center to try to talk to the staff. It was presently closed. From there I went to the Bent and Dent store and picked up some groceries. Next I went to a medical center for epilepsy. I asked the lady at this medical center if my sister Mary could get in with a doctor. She replied that they are not taking new patients until Feb., plus Mary has no insurance so she would not be covered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;From that office I went to a government office to check on my insurance status. Now, my next stop was Sarasota Memorial hospital. I needed to get all my records for my Emergency room visits. I needed all my CAT results and blood test results. After this,  I went to the Social Security office to change my address and to ask some questions. I was very hungry and fatigued by this time. I stopped and got something to eat. Thankfully there was a Chipotle near by and I got a burrito. I stopped at two other stores as well, making it a total of ten stops! I was so tired but thankful that I was now finally “freed up”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;By evening I called Lori and told her I was in so much pain. On a scale of 1-10 my pain in my mid-back felt like a 10. My bones felt like they where on fire. She invited me to come out to her house and use her light,  however, I was in too much pain to drive over 20 miles. She said that I could come and pick the light up. I called her back in about 10 minutes and told her Donna could take me out to her house to pick the light up. Lori re-thought about this and said she would bring the light to me in the morning. The RIFE light cost around $5,000 and it has a bulb that can easily break. She felt safer bringing it herself. Plus, she needed to show me how to use it properly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lori told me about a Amish lady from Michigan who has a Beam Ray Light (RIFE machine) like the one she owns. The Amish women is here in Florida presently for a few weeks and has a machine. She is staying only a few miles from my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I called Edith once again and she came over and watched the boys while Mary and I went to use the RIFE light at the Amish womans place in Pine Craft. I arrived at her house around 7pm.   Mary, (the Amish woman) started the RIFE light. It took 90 minutes to do a treatment with it. All I had to do was sit in a recliner, while the light made radio frequencies and sound frequencies. I felt weird sensations in my legs and hips. By the time I was done with the treatment my pain went from a 10 to a 5 or 4. I was so excited. Maybe this light is working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thursday, Dec 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At 9am I called my friend Lori  to see when she was going to come with the RIFE light. Mary (the Amish women) had said I needed to use it faithfully twice a day.  Lori told me she wanted to use it for her family because they were getting sick. Her husband did not want the light to be moved because it is very expensive and can break. I tried calling Mary (Amish lady) but she was out and about the whole day.  So I did not get to use the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thankfully I was feeling better. Mary, my sister, started taking the medicine from the doctor that they prescribed for her seizures. It makes her dizzy and she has to use a cane to keep balance. Glenn came home at 5:30pm. I had to leave as soon as he got home because I needed to get an adjustment at the Chiropractors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dec 31 New Years Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was reading Lamentations 1:13  From above hath he sent fire into my bones. .. The verse  popped out at me because my bones have been feeling like they are on fire.  I also read Psalm 79 verses 11b through verse 13. Preserve thou those that are appointed to die. And render unto our neighbors sevenfold into their bosom their reproach, where with they have reproached thee, O Lord. So we they people and sheep of they pasture will give thee thanks for ever: we will shew forth thy praise to all generations.  The part where it said “appointed to die”, I thought of my cancer “Preserve” I thought of the Lord saving me . And the verses went on to say, that We (Gods people), will give thanks forever, and praise him in generations to come.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I called Mary (the Amish lady) in the morning. She said I could use her light in the afternoon. My sister in-law Susie was coming in from Michigan to help me with the boys. She quit her job in Michigan to come and help. The Lord knew I needed someone to help me with the boys. I was so relieved that she was coming. I had accidentally booked a ticket for her on Jan 30th 2011 not Dec 30th!! Oops! Susie called the airlines and had to pay an extra fee to get here on Dec 31st instead. Glenn went to the airport here in Sarasota and picked her up, he took the boys with him. Mary and I went to Mary’s to use the light. The RIFE light made my legs ache during the treatment depending on the frequency that was running. When the frequency changed it didn’t hurt as much. Sometimes it would make me feel cold too. When we got home Susie was at the house. I don’t think she even realized how much stress it took off me to just see her face. Glenn and I stayed up till midnight to celebrate the New Year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sat, January 1, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mary and I went to use the light in the morning. It is nice to go over to Mary’s place to use the light. I don’t know if it is “Killing” anything but it sure does seem to be helping with the pain. I want to get a RIFE light myself but I do not have the funds right now. It would cost about 4,500 dollars, but if it really works it would be worth every cent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In the afternoon, Glenn and I went on a short bike ride together. I rode my Harley. I was wanting to ride with Glenn but he thought I should ride myself. We rode around Siesta Key. It felt so good to be on my bike again. I loved smelling the fresh ocean air. Glenn has been able to be home more then he ever has working for GOFF. I knew it was good for me to do. It had been along time since I had done anything fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When we got back I was a little sore. Mary and I left again to do the light treatment. The treatments last 90 minutes or more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sun, Jan 2, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I’ve been feeling really good today. I went to church in the morning with Glenn, Susie, and the boys. My joints ached just a little. I was surprised at how good I have been doing compared to when I was overwhelmed and laying in bed in severe pain. Having Susie here is really helping because I am barely picking up the boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Monday Jan, 3 2011 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mary and I left the house at 7:40 am to do the light treatment. Susie stayed back and watched the boys. I am so grateful for Susie’s help! I could not haul the boys around with me all day. After the treatment I had to go to the Chiropractors office. From there to the Cancer Center to fill out forms. Mary and I went to Sarasota Memorial hospital to pick up her records. The lady charged Mary a dollar a page! She had to pay 20 bucks! We did not get home till after one o’clock. Long day for sure! The boys missed me so bad. They are used to having their mommy around 24/7. I took a nap because I was so exhausted. I have been getting very hungry. I feel so hungry when meal time comes around. At 4pm Mary and I went to Pine Craft to use the light again. The treatment felt the same. My legs and hips would ache during the treatment. A few hours after the treatment my mid-back ached and my hips hurt. I feel “fire” in my legs. I know the light is doing something. Mary (the Amish woman) had so many stories to tell of people getting helped from the light. Mary does not charge me to use the RIFE light. She does it out of the goodwill of her heart. I did pay her a little something because she has to replace bulbs on her light every so often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Friday Jan, 7 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Early in the morning I went to see the Oncologist. I had not been to an Oncologist in 5 years. I had no desire to ever go to one again. Thankfully my sister Sarah flew down from Michigan to visit and came to the appointment with me. It was good not to be alone. Last night I was very nervous about going, I asked Susie and Mary to pray for me. They both prayed beautiful prayers. It helped calm me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sarah and I waited in the waiting room. A lady there was knitting so I chatted with her some. When they called us to the room the nurse took my blood pressure and I waited some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The oncologist came in and introduced himself as Dr. Alluri, he looked like he was from Inida. He had a big smile, and funny little laugh. He did not seem to be that informed about my case. He had the impression that I had my spine factored from an injury. Dr. Alluri said he did not think I had cancer. My fractures could be from hormones, chemo, other factors. But he did not know. He asked me why I thought I may have Multiple Myeloma. I told him that I have a lot of the same symptoms and because I am at high risk of getting other cancers. He would run some blood test. I told him I had already done some blood test, but he said that they where not the right ones.  He recommended that I see a Rheumatologists (type of bone doctor). The Rheumatologist could give me more insight on what is causing my spine to fracture. I have 10% bone loss on my two vertebra and problems with my left hip according to the bone scan. I showed him the CAT scan report I had from being in the emergency room at the beginning 2010. He was concerned about the 1cm node in my chest. I thought the 1cm spot in my chest was just leftover scar tissue from my cancer. Dr. Alluri ordered a PET scan and a CAT scan combined for Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was so grateful he was not rude or mad that I did not follow up closely by doing all the scans the oncologist suggest to do every year. I was  very pleased with him overall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dr. Alluri sent someone in to draw my blood. I had already been poked about 7 times a few days ago when they needed my blood and could not get a vein. I was bracing myself again to get poked several times. I told the phlebotomist that I had small veins and he better use a butterfly needle. At first he did not believe me, but after he looked at my arms for awhile trying to find a vein, he decided to go and get a butterfly needle. He was very confident about his skills of getting a vein. He attempted to get blood several times and did not succeed. He left the room and a lady came in to try to get a vein. I think the previous guy must have been pretty humbled. I just hate it when I get poked and they keep the needle inside of me digging around to try to find a vein. I would rather get poked again, then for them to dig around. Her first attempt miserably failed. Her second try she went in my hand and got it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sun Jan 9 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I talked to my mom about doing the PET and CAT scan. She was very against me doing these test. The PET SCAN uses “small amounts” of radioactive material to diagnose or treat a variety of diseases. You are encouraged to drink LOTS of water to eliminate the radioactive liquid and are warned to stay away from children and pregnant ladies for 12 hours.  The risk is low, but it is a risk nonetheless – you could harm someone with the isotopes in your blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Last time I did a PET scan I was not impressed with the lead “lunchbox” and the needle that was inside of the lead box. The needle had lead wrapped around it too. Then they inject that into my vein and radioactive material goes throughout my body. If there is disease the radio active material will be drawn to the site of disease and “highlight” that part on the scan. This can give them an idea if you have cancer or not. Then, They do a CAT scan to give a clearer image of the cancer if there is a tumor or something. So in layman terms the PET highlights the area and the CAT shows a picture of the image. I had pretty much had my mind set all weekend that I was not going to do the PET. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I called my friend Valerie from Okalahoma. She started looking up some info on doing a PET and CAT scan. The websites where saying it was not that much radiation,  however the PET scan could possibly damage your cells. These scans are radioactive and when I do them I run a “low risk” of this radiation causing some kind of cancer in my body in the future.  That’s why they are only performed twice a year and then they taper off to once a year after two years. After talking awhile with Valerie on the phone I was leaning towards doing the scans so I could find out right away, and take the risk. The risk is low, but it is horrible to have to subject yourself to any kind of radioactive material or radiation when you already have had so much in your life. If there is a cancer in my body I need to know soon as possible to fight it. I have already done a MRI, and a Bone Density scan, and a CAT scan within the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Valerie had been with me during my previous cancer experience. I knew she was really concerned that I do the test. If I did have cancer time is of the essence.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wanted to talk to Glenn but he fell asleep. I talked to Susie some about it and she prayed for me. I decided to go to bed and Glenn started to wake up. I told him I was confused about what to do. There is also a test called AMAS that I had done before that detects cancer. The medical arena does not recognize it like they should though. Glenn right away said “No”. He did not want me to do the scans. He would rather have me do the blood test. I asked him why. He said he would prefer I did not do the scans because there is risk of harming your body. The doctors say the risk is so low but it did not matter to him. He knew I went through so much testing before in my life. There were other blood test, we could wait for results. If there were indicators that I had cancer we could reconsider doing the scans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I could hardly sleep all night, I just tossed and turned. I decided to just do what Glenn said. Glenn knows very little about medical stuff but he said “No” for a reason and I was not so sure myself. You know radiation can cause your cells to mutate and turn into cancer. I wish there was better test out there. I recently saw a front page News Paper article of a test they’ve came out with where they test your blood to see if you have cancer. That makes more sense then just doing “radiation scans” to check. I know scans are needed to see where the cancer is. I have used them before. This is a FREE world and my husband and I can make decisions on whether or not to follow the medical worlds advise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jan 10 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I got ready in the morning to do my RIFE Light treatment. I did not do the scans. I still did not feel confident but I did feel better about waiting to make the choice. The light treatment went really well. I talked to Mary (the Amish woman) for awhile. I so enjoy talking to her. She really is a gem. I think very highly of her. I am still having pain in my bones and my back. The light seems to really help with the pain. I feel different sensations from the light. I would like to have one someday when money comes my way.  I know it helps. Susie being here helps as well, because I hardly have to pick up the boys. I still feel pain, but when I go do the treatments it helps minimize it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569521085772913724-2146041962497891387?l=miraclestories4you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/feeds/2146041962497891387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2011/01/jan-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/2146041962497891387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/2146041962497891387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2011/01/jan-update.html' title='Jan Update'/><author><name>Anna Kinsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13142705184202938473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1CR5dSjE3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PUg-GzRRcq0/S220/IMG_2377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/TStjV3ULB8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/NeRoOEJv17U/s72-c/The%2Bnurse%2Bcarefully%2Binjects%2Bthe%2Bradioactive%2Bsolution%2Binto%2Bmy%2Bveins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569521085772913724.post-7769480488652413311</id><published>2011-01-01T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:36:47.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Dec. 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/TR_An-diynI/AAAAAAAAACs/TwEcZNBsb-I/s1600/lightRIFE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/TR_An-diynI/AAAAAAAAACs/TwEcZNBsb-I/s320/lightRIFE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557372258212825714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/TR_AcqRDTJI/AAAAAAAAACk/WSp7_qEkQWg/s1600/light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/TR_AcqRDTJI/AAAAAAAAACk/WSp7_qEkQWg/s320/light.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557372063813160082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday Dec 29&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grammy, Edith, and Edith’s children came over to my house to watch Mary and the boys. God had provided help for me! I then left for my bone Density scan. I had somewhat of a hard time finding the office. The lines were long in the office. A lady gave me a clipboard of papers to fill out while I sat and waited. I filled the papers out and brought them back to her. The attendant called me back to the room to start the scan. It was a simple procedure and the lady there was very nice. I had to tell the lady at the desk that I need my information faxed to a different doctor ASAP because the doctor would not schedule to see me until I faxed them the results of my bone density test. She told me that they would not have the results faxed until tomorrow. The Cancer clinic that is involved said they would be closed tomorrow. That would make it until Monday that I could schedule to get in because the holidays season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left the first office and drove to the Cancer Center to try to talk to the staff. It was presently closed. From there I went to the Bent and Dent store and picked up some groceries. Next I went to a medical center for epilepsy. I asked the lady at this medical center if my sister Mary could get in with a doctor. She replied that they are not taking new patients until Feb., plus Mary has no insurance so she would not be covered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From that office I went to a government office to check on my insurance status. Now, my next stop was Sarasota Memorial hospital. I needed to get all my records for my Emergency room visits. I needed all my CAT results and blood test results. After this,  I went to the Social Security office to change my address and to ask some questions. I was very hungry and fatigued by this time. I stopped and got something to eat. Thankfully there was a Chipotle near by and I got a burrito. I stopped at 2 different stores, also. I made a total of ten stops! I was so tired, and yet thankful that I was now finally “freed up” to get somethings done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By evening I called Lori and told her I was in so much pain. On a scale of 1-10 my pain in my mid-back felt like a 10. My bones felt like they where on fire. She invited me to come out to her house and use her light,  however, I was in too much pain to drive over 20 miles. She said that I could come and pick the light up. I called her back in about 10 minutes and told her Donna could take me out to her house to pick the light up. Lori re-thought about this and said she would bring the light to me in the morning. The RIFE light cost around $5,000 and it has a bulb that can easily break. She felt safer bringing it herself. Plus, she needed to show me how to use it properly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lori told me about a Amish lady from Michigan who has a Beam Ray Light (RIFE machine) like the one she owns. The Amish women is here in Florida presently for a few weeks and has a machine. She is staying only a few miles from my house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called Edith once again and she came over and watched the boys while Mary and I went to use the RIFE light at the Amish women’s place in Pine Craft. I arrived at her house around 7pm.   Mary, (the Amish woman) started the RIFE light. It took 90 minutes to do a treatment with it. All I had to do was sit in a recliner, while the light made radio frequencies and sound frequencies. I felt weird sensations in my legs and hips. By the time I was done with the treatment my pain went from a 10 to a 5 or 4. I was so excited. Maybe this light is working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569521085772913724-7769480488652413311?l=miraclestories4you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/feeds/7769480488652413311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2011/01/wednesday-dec-29.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/7769480488652413311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/7769480488652413311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2011/01/wednesday-dec-29.html' title='Wednesday Dec. 29'/><author><name>Anna Kinsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13142705184202938473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1CR5dSjE3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PUg-GzRRcq0/S220/IMG_2377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/TR_An-diynI/AAAAAAAAACs/TwEcZNBsb-I/s72-c/lightRIFE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569521085772913724.post-6246340257937911881</id><published>2010-12-31T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T13:00:38.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last couple of days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/TR5EaF_xAII/AAAAAAAAACU/H4bhGT595rc/s1600/Du-10-Spirit-Tower-LINGTAI-Acupuncture-Points-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/TR5EaF_xAII/AAAAAAAAACU/H4bhGT595rc/s320/Du-10-Spirit-Tower-LINGTAI-Acupuncture-Points-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556954205298688130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thursday, December 23,2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I received a phone call from the Chiropractor’s office telling me that the MRI I had on Monday showed that I have two fractured vertebrae in my back. T6 and T7 are fractured. About two weeks prior I had complained of severe back pain. I knew the ache was something really bad. It hurt just to go over a bump in the road while riding in the car. It  hurt terribly to walk with just a  “spring in my step”. On one of the days I had to lay in bed non stop from the pain. The Chiropractor’s office suggested that I get checked right away to see if it could be osteoporosis or cancer. Because I have had cancer and have been through a stem-cell transplant in 2004 I am  presently at a high risk for cancer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sunday Dec 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I called my friend Valerie Crawford on the way back from Orlando, to tell her the current news. Valerie lives in Oklahoma. She had assisted me in the past when I had cancer. If it were not for her and God I would never have  made it through the last time I had cancer. She stayed by my side during the worst part of my life. Valerie was shocked when I told her the news. She said “It must be osteoporosis. You could not have cancer again. God did all these miracles for you. He would not give you cancer!” Valerie told me how because I was considered “post menopausal” from the heavy chemo, and how I never went through hormone therapy, as a result my bones could be effected, and therefore be reacting negatively. The chemotherapy also puts me at a high risk for osteoporosis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Valerie started to look up the Mayo Clinic website while she was on the phone with me. She read:” Multiple Myeloma. The some of the symptoms are: Fractured spine, fatigue, shingles, loss of appetite, kidney and bladder infections, and pain in the skull.” My heart sank as she read these symptoms over the phone. I had ALL of these symptoms. When I arrived back home from the trip I was very exhausted and my bones where burning and aching quite badly. It was about eleven at night when I arrived and I was in extreme pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Monday, Dec 27th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mary, my sister,  had been cleaning all day. She had been organizing one of the rooms she was going to sleep in. She also had been helping me with the boys so much. It now was about 8pm and I was on the computer at the kitchen table. Mary was taking a shower. I had already put the boys to bed. Strangely, I kept on hearing noises that sounded weird from the bathroom but I did not think anything of it. Mary had been singing not that long before this. I did not connect it in my head as to what might be going on. Next thing I know I heard a big crash. I opened up the bathroom door. Mary was having a “grand- mal seizure” It was terrible. My back was hurt and I had to try to lift her because her body had was shaking and hitting on the hard bathroom floor. She was making a horrible moaning noise. She was not breathing and there was some foam and blood coming from her mouth. I kept crying Jesus help. I drastically looked around for  cayenne pepper tincture and a big wooden spoon. Mary’s arm was stiffened and outward, and her wrist  was bent down going into a muscle spasm. I  finally pried her mouth open with a wooden spoon, and I put the tincture of cayenne in her mouth. She was biting on the spoon quite hard. Next I noticed her tooth had been broken and her tongue was bleeding from her biting on it so hard. I called my friend Lori and put it on speaker phone. I told her Mary was having seizures. She started praying. Mary started to “come to” somewhat. She got up and started walking around like drunk person. So, I tried to keep a towel on her and get some clothes on her.  Lori called a lady from her church Rebecca who came to my house. I also had called my friend Donna to come over.  By this time Mary was laying on the couch. Rebecca arrived after Donna. Rebecca was so helpful. I did not know her at all. She was like a angel. She took Mary to the emergency room for me. I felt so much better with Donna helping me, too. God sent me help not too early but not a second to late, either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;TUE Dec 28, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mary came back from the hospital after one in the morning. Rebecca said they did a CAT scan on her and there was a spot on her brain. She had it for years but it hadn’t grown. The emergency doctor thought it could be something connected to her seizures. Mary had addressed this concern to doctors before and they did not help her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Glenn did not have to work this day, and was able to be home all day! I was so sore my back hurt so bad. All my bones where on fire. They hurt inside. I was exhausted from sleeping by Mary the whole night. She had about three little seizures during the night. I wanted to be able to stop her from going into a Grand mal seizure by giving her the tincture. I could not take care of my own boys and Mary. It was perfect timing for Glenn to be home!  I felt like fainting but there was so much to do! Of course the house was so dirty and dishes piled up to the sky. The boys and gone through the house and about destroyed about everything. I then got the song by Mercy Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To everyone who's hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To those who've had enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To all the undeserving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That should cover all of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Please do not let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I promise there is hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hold fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Help is on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hold fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He's come to save the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What I've learned in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;One thing greater than my strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Is His grasp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So hold fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Will this season ever pass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Can we stop this ride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Will we see the sun at last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Or could this be our lot in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Please do not let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I promise you there's hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You may think you're all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And there's no way that anyone could know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What you're going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But if you only hear one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just understand that we are all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Searching for the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The truth of what we're soon to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Unless someone comes to take our place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Is there anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All we want is to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Free from our captivity, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Here He comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Glenn fed the boys and kept changing all their diapers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had phone calls to make about my medical situation. I had to call different offices to get information and schedule appointments. I was placed on hold so many times, told they would call me back and never did. I cannot do this alone, I thought, What am I going to do tomorrow? Glenn will be gone. He needs to go to work. We are barley cutting our bills this month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In the afternoon I was trying to lay down because my body was in so much pain. Having to lift Mary when she had her seizure in the shower really made my back hurt even worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; A car pulled up in the yard.  Glenn asked me if I invited a group of people over. “No” I said. I looked out the window and it was “Grammie”, and Edith, and her three younger children. Edith and her children had come down from Pennsylvania to stay with Grammie because she was in the hospital on Christmas day for 50% blockage to her heart.  Grammie wanted to come over and check on me. Edith came in and did the dishes and asked if there was anything she could do to help. Mary started going into a petite mal seizure. Edith helped me and prayed for Mary. I told Edith I really needed someone to come and help me. I needed to go to my appointment in the morning. Edith said that they would be there in the morning to help. I had some tears running down my checks. What a relief. Help was on the way, all the way from Pennsylvania! It seems like those who need help like Grammie are willing to help, and those that don’t need help don’t help others!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569521085772913724-6246340257937911881?l=miraclestories4you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/feeds/6246340257937911881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-couple-of-days.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/6246340257937911881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/6246340257937911881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-couple-of-days.html' title='Last couple of days'/><author><name>Anna Kinsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13142705184202938473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1CR5dSjE3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PUg-GzRRcq0/S220/IMG_2377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/TR5EaF_xAII/AAAAAAAAACU/H4bhGT595rc/s72-c/Du-10-Spirit-Tower-LINGTAI-Acupuncture-Points-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569521085772913724.post-4743741889586850761</id><published>2010-05-17T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:07:22.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://baileyandme2.com/2010/05/16/red-letters-giveaway/"&gt;http://baileyandme2.com/2010/05/16/red-letters-giveaway/&lt;/a&gt; great give away!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569521085772913724-4743741889586850761?l=miraclestories4you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/feeds/4743741889586850761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/05/httpbaileyandme2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/4743741889586850761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/4743741889586850761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/05/httpbaileyandme2.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Kinsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13142705184202938473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1CR5dSjE3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PUg-GzRRcq0/S220/IMG_2377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569521085772913724.post-108373708711109077</id><published>2010-04-05T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:01:42.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is enough for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S7pPaimL15I/AAAAAAAAACA/XXs7TRSGX2U/s1600/IMG_9423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S7pPaimL15I/AAAAAAAAACA/XXs7TRSGX2U/s320/IMG_9423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456761215894935442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glenn left today, out of state for his job. This is the insight I read today from Kay Arthur "Lord, I give you this Day". I thought it was too good not to share. &lt;/div&gt;No matter what you are suffering through, dear child of God the Bible promises that God' grace and strength are sufficient. Through the centuries, the a promise  has buoyed up Christian aft Christian in trial after trial. And God has give us another wonderful promise for times of difficulty: "God is faithful , who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation [trial, testing] will provide the way of escape also, that you will be able to endure it" (1 Corinthians 10:13)&lt;div&gt;Therefore, when you suffer, you must remember the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, it is not more than you can bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, God has provided a way of escape. The way of escape is not to run from the trial or circumstance. God uses trial to bring us to Christlike maturity.  Every where trials are discussed ---from Romans to James to 1 Peter -- you see this massage. So when you look for "the way of escape," make sure that it si God's way of escape, not your way or your rationalization of His way. He will hold you accountable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And remember, it is one thing to grit your teeth to bear your trials and say, "well, I guess His grace will be sufficient." It's another thing to say with Paul, &lt;b&gt;"I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am..I can do all thing through Christ who strengthens me" &lt;/b&gt;(Philippians 4:11, 13) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you say the latter, you prove that you know His grace is sufficient. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever lies ahed, I know you are with me, Father, offering Your all-suffiecient strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569521085772913724-108373708711109077?l=miraclestories4you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/feeds/108373708711109077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-is-enough-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/108373708711109077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/108373708711109077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-is-enough-for-me.html' title='He is enough for me'/><author><name>Anna Kinsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13142705184202938473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1CR5dSjE3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PUg-GzRRcq0/S220/IMG_2377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S7pPaimL15I/AAAAAAAAACA/XXs7TRSGX2U/s72-c/IMG_9423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569521085772913724.post-5804568026003462940</id><published>2010-03-26T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:25:02.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God gives a song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S600Kp5GIzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/klmO-w4GZ84/s1600/tear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S600Kp5GIzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/klmO-w4GZ84/s320/tear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453072081464206130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S60Qm2KM_JI/AAAAAAAAABw/Kr6eAZzl5gU/s1600/sparrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S60Qm2KM_JI/AAAAAAAAABw/Kr6eAZzl5gU/s320/sparrow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453032983374920850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know sometimes there are situations in life when everything around me seems to be going wrong. It isn’t what I wanted or planned for my life, or for my future. I want things to be maybe just a bit easier. Raising twin boys mainly by myself (because my husbands job) is not what I had in mind for my life.  After 4 years of wanting children and having beautiful miracles now my husband is hardly home because he works out of state for weeks at a time. Why would God do that to me? I cannot understand the sovereignty of God, but I can say God gives a song! And Guess what? I feel joy because I know it is from God. No, things haven’t changed “But I know He cares for me” and “I sing because I’m happy”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verse 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why should I feel discouraged,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why should the shadows come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why should my heart be lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And long for Heav'n and home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Jesus is my portion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My constant Friend is He:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His eye is on the sparrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know He watches me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His eye is on the sparrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know He watches me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Refrain:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sing because I'm happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sing because I'm free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For His eye is on the sparrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know He watches me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verse 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let not your heart be troubled,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His tender word I hear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And resting on His goodness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lose my doubts and fears;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though by the path He leadeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one step I may see:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His eye is on the sparrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know He watches me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His eye is on the sparrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know He watches me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verse 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I am tempted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever clouds arise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When songs give place to sighing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When hope within me dies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I draw the closer to Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From care He sets me free:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His eye is on the sparrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know He cares for me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His eye is on the sparrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know He cares for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569521085772913724-5804568026003462940?l=miraclestories4you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/feeds/5804568026003462940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-gives-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/5804568026003462940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/5804568026003462940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-gives-song.html' title='God gives a song'/><author><name>Anna Kinsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13142705184202938473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1CR5dSjE3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PUg-GzRRcq0/S220/IMG_2377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S600Kp5GIzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/klmO-w4GZ84/s72-c/tear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569521085772913724.post-3608047498217369845</id><published>2010-03-20T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:31:25.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing little boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S6V04C0oR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/oWDrId0v-uw/s1600-h/IMG_8145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S6V04C0oR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/oWDrId0v-uw/s320/IMG_8145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450891430180964274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;My little Walker, who is 10 months old was singing, AAAAAAA dropping the A sound high then low. Sometimes his voice cracked. A wise lady from church told me that I would learn how God feels about me through my children. Wow!! My little Walkers annoying AAAAA singing was beautiful to me and made me smile. That is how God feels about me when I sing!! Even though I don't sound good to others He still loves to hear my voice and it makes God smile! So make a joyful noise unto the Lord, even if you don't think it sounds good, it puts a smile on God's face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569521085772913724-3608047498217369845?l=miraclestories4you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/feeds/3608047498217369845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/03/singing-little-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/3608047498217369845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/3608047498217369845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/03/singing-little-boy.html' title='Singing little boy'/><author><name>Anna Kinsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13142705184202938473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1CR5dSjE3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PUg-GzRRcq0/S220/IMG_2377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S6V04C0oR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/oWDrId0v-uw/s72-c/IMG_8145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569521085772913724.post-187353917905764442</id><published>2010-03-05T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:25:39.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S5Ehq28I4XI/AAAAAAAAABg/bbi5lpViTsc/s1600-h/IMG_8074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445170444653617522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S5Ehq28I4XI/AAAAAAAAABg/bbi5lpViTsc/s320/IMG_8074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Why am I not blogging more??? Well I guess I am just not commited like I would like to be! We moved to a different part of town in Sarasota FL. I am so blessed to have a house that has more then one room. I am so behind on all my "chores". Boxes, boxes, boxes.... I dread another move, although I would like to have our own place that we own someday.  Glenn has been gone about 11 days now working in Alabama on cell phone towers. All that to say I've been busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The boys are 10 months now!!! Wow, they are doing good. Walker is somewhat under weight, he is healthy though! I am so thankful for that. I think of friens who have to take their children to the doctor every week. What a bless that I do not have to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I had something great happen to me. A girl from PA wrote me a letter and is going to help me finish writing my story Lord willing! I cannot wait to post some more of God's miracles that he has done for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569521085772913724-187353917905764442?l=miraclestories4you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/feeds/187353917905764442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-am-i-not-blogging-more-well-i-guess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/187353917905764442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/187353917905764442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-am-i-not-blogging-more-well-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Kinsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13142705184202938473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1CR5dSjE3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PUg-GzRRcq0/S220/IMG_2377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S5Ehq28I4XI/AAAAAAAAABg/bbi5lpViTsc/s72-c/IMG_8074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569521085772913724.post-566749431263089350</id><published>2010-01-16T18:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:36:49.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1J3LY5qzuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GFZuF1cDy3g/s1600-h/IMG_6583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 287px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427531538481467106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1J3LY5qzuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GFZuF1cDy3g/s320/IMG_6583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1J28Je6A3I/AAAAAAAAABI/hNE6GeRnTZo/s1600-h/IMG_6587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 397px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427531276644647794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1J28Je6A3I/AAAAAAAAABI/hNE6GeRnTZo/s400/IMG_6587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fresh Florida orange juice, yummy. Nothing like Fresh squeezed juice straight from the orange. As you can see the orange doesn't look as pretty as one you buy from the store. Organic fresh picked oranges are a little dirty! The Grapefruit looks really ugly here. I love fresh picked Florida lemons the best! I don't have a lemon tree though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569521085772913724-566749431263089350?l=miraclestories4you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/feeds/566749431263089350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/01/orange-juice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/566749431263089350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/566749431263089350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/01/orange-juice.html' title='Orange juice'/><author><name>Anna Kinsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13142705184202938473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1CR5dSjE3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PUg-GzRRcq0/S220/IMG_2377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1J3LY5qzuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GFZuF1cDy3g/s72-c/IMG_6583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569521085772913724.post-4896596634840371020</id><published>2010-01-16T07:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T08:01:52.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goats milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1Hi5_sTHSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pE5Qi3smY_M/s1600-h/goat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 99px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1Hi5_sTHSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pE5Qi3smY_M/s320/goat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427368511935814946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to have someone down the road from me who sells goats milk. I get FRESH raw goats milk and give it to both the boys.  Walker is smaller then Wesely. He didn't seem to be growing much. The goats milk really helped him. It is the closest thing to breast milk. Formula is not. I use formula too, because I cannot get enough goats milk to feed the twins.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Lori, trades me FRESH raw cows milk from her farm. It is the BEST cows milk ever. It taste so good. I love to make Keifer with the cows milk. It really helps keep a healthy colon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569521085772913724-4896596634840371020?l=miraclestories4you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/feeds/4896596634840371020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/01/goats-milk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/4896596634840371020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/4896596634840371020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/01/goats-milk.html' title='Goats milk'/><author><name>Anna Kinsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13142705184202938473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1CR5dSjE3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PUg-GzRRcq0/S220/IMG_2377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1Hi5_sTHSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pE5Qi3smY_M/s72-c/goat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569521085772913724.post-5292071807060142502</id><published>2010-01-15T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:15:39.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today, is a day is hectic. Glenn is home. When he is here he has to catch up on things that he cannot do because he is gone for weeks at a time. Right now he is at the dentist getting some fillings done. Yesterday he had to work on my car. I am really thankful he is home! I am praying that he can get a family friendly job! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are doing so good. They both have runny noses.The twins are getting into everything! Wesley is so proud of himself, he can pull himself up and stand. He yells when he is standing like he is now the King of the Mountian". Walker is tough too. Many times he pins his big brother in the crib. It is so fun to watch both of them when they laugh at eachother. Our little oneroom apartment is getting a little cramped for the boys. It is very hard for me carrying them up and down the steps. I have a very sore neck. Since I was young I had neck pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida weather is sooooo nice today! Lovely day. I cannot wait to get my stroller I ordered. I sold my old on on craigs list. I used the money I made towards a new one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569521085772913724-5292071807060142502?l=miraclestories4you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/feeds/5292071807060142502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/5292071807060142502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/5292071807060142502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Anna Kinsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13142705184202938473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1CR5dSjE3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PUg-GzRRcq0/S220/IMG_2377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569521085772913724.post-735978615639994735</id><published>2010-01-15T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:35:10.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Joy (Part One)</title><content type='html'>It was dark out in Tennessee, when my sister and I drove to the Healing Prayer Room. We both did not know what to expect. I had asked a friend if she knew anyone who knew how to pray, not just anyone, but someone who was a prayer warrior. (My sister Mary was having seizures and I wanted to get help for her.) Yes, I know of someone. she replied. "Two elderly ladies that pray. I have gone there myself." I decided to go. What could it hurt? If we didn’t like it we would just cross it off our list of things we tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pulled into the parking lot of the church. I looked around and there wasn’t that many cars. When we walked in there was a lady to greet us. She had us fill out a card. I could hear music resonating from the auditorium. When I entered the room there was but a handful of people there. Soft music played by the girl on the keyboard, her angelic voice filled the almost empty room. A lady spoke. At this time we ask that you would not focus on your problems but focus on Jesus. I closed my eyes and rested, listening to the singing. I felt so peaceful I wanted to fall asleep. I had no idea how long I was sitting there. &lt;br /&gt;Would you like to come to the prayer room? I heard a voice say from behind me. Yes, I replied. Would you like to go separate or together? She asked looking at my sister and I. It’s up to you Mary I said. Whatever you are comfortable with. We are coming here for her. I’d like you to go with me Mary replied.&lt;br /&gt;We followed two older ladies to the prayer room. Sue was older lady in her late 60’s but was so vibrant and full of life. Doris was in her late 50’s. I’ll never forget her voice. It was so soft and peaceful. Doris asked Mary and I about our beliefs in God. Then she read some scripture. Sue read scripture verses too that came to mind. I felt surprisingly comfortable talking to them. I am here because my sister needs prayer. She is having seizures and I would like someone to pray for her. I did most of the talking. Mary would put a comment in once in awhile. It seemed like I was getting all the attention. I wasn’t wanting to talk about me. I wanted help for my sister! The ladies prayed for Mary and I that Mary would use her artistic abilities and that I would write a book to help others. I could not believe my ears! I thought to myself. How did they know that Mary was good at art? Mary hardly talked. As for me, I did horrible at English in school. My speech gives it away. How did she know that I have been told countless times to write a book. &lt;br /&gt;On the ride home Mary and I talked to each other. What did you think? I asked Mary. I was so glad I went she replied. I want to go again. I felt like God had been speaking to me about the same things they prayed for. I was excited inside, I went in so discouraged about life and now I have excitement of what God is going to do through our prayers. &lt;br /&gt;There is something special about Doris, and Sue praying for with us. Little did I know that there would be more then something special, something so amazing that it would be a miracle happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;Next Tuesday rolled around. We were excited about going to the prayers room. Mary and I sat down and listened to the soft music and prayed. This time we both agreed that we should go in the prayer room separate. I let Mary go first. Almost a hour went by and I didn’t even seem to notice. It was my turn to go in and talk. &lt;br /&gt;I would like for you to pray that I can have a baby. I went to the doctors before I was married and they said I could not have children. I got rechecked again and they said that I could not. My mind went back to 2004. I had traveled the US to the top hospitals. My body was full of cancer from my neck down. I had been to Cancer Treatment Center of America, Mayo Clinic and then I went to the University of Michigan. When I got to the UofM The doctor there said I was the wrost cancer patient he had ever seen. I was surprised how this news did not scare me when he said it. I knew only God knew my time. It was the treatment that scared me. I could hardly breath at times because of the baseball size tumor in my chest. I had tumors down my neck on my slpeen in my growing area etc. I was given about a 10% chance of success at first. It was the Chemotherapy that killed my repductive system. I went through more then any other normal cancer paitent. ………….&lt;br /&gt;Doras prayed for me. She prayed a long prayer. Tears rolled down my checks. She prayed that God would speak to me. When she done the older lady Sue looked at Doras with a questioning face. “You forgot to pray for Anna to have a child.” She said. Doras looked at me and said “Anna, did you hear anything from God?” My face must have been glowing even though there was tears running down my cheeks. “Yes, I did” I said in somwhat a a surprised voice. I felt like maybe this is how Moses felt in the Bible when he saw God face to face. I was in awe. “What did he say?” Doras asked. “Faith Joy” I repiled. “What do you think this means?” Doras said. “I am going to have a baby.” I said with confidence “ and her name is going to be “Faith Joy!!”.&lt;br /&gt;On, the ride home to Woodbury I told Mary with a smile on my face that I was going ot have a baby and her name was going to be Faith Joy. I couldn’t wait to get home to tell Glenn. &lt;br /&gt;To be continued!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569521085772913724-735978615639994735?l=miraclestories4you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/feeds/735978615639994735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/01/faith-joy-part-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/735978615639994735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569521085772913724/posts/default/735978615639994735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclestories4you.blogspot.com/2010/01/faith-joy-part-one.html' title='Faith Joy (Part One)'/><author><name>Anna Kinsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13142705184202938473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NckPAEPW9sI/S1CR5dSjE3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PUg-GzRRcq0/S220/IMG_2377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
