Alpha and Omega

Hello Friends,
Today was my third "LAST" chemo day. I was somewhat disappointed that I didn't actually get to have my chemo because my white blood cell count was so low they couldn't give it to me. (I felt like today I "deserved" it, somehow!) I bought a butter cream icing cake from Publix. If you've never had a butter cream icing cake from publix, you don't know what you are missing!
I view today as the day to start over. It is the "Alpha" day. I will have monthly blood labs for a while starting on Feb 8 and shortly after that probably a PT Scan.
Having had three of these Alpha days, I am familiar with what they mean. Now that I am off chemo, my hair will start to come back in. Every woman I know had her hair to come back curly and darker. HMMmmm...Not me. Straight and gray (make that SILVER!) Two times so far no surprises. I figure that the only way to have curly hair of a different color is to do what I been doing off and on since January, 2005--wear wigs!
I am trusting in the blood of Jesus to keep me healed. He is, after all, my Alpha and Omega. He gets things started and one fine day, He will be the Omega, the one in whom the end of time is found. He will forever be the bright, morning star, and our eternal Saviour.
Pray for me that my body is totally and completely healed of cancer. No more, Lord, no more! Thank you, Jesus.

Pray for the Peace of Jerusalem

My husband is a Gideon. I used to be a member of the Auxiliary, but no longer am eligible as I am an ordained minister with my church. As you know the Gideons distribute Bibles into hotels, motels, schools, military induction centers, and many other places. The women, the "Auxiliary," have their own places to distribute God's Word. One of those places is at Nurses' conventions. Several years ago I "worked" a Nurses' convention in Atlanta. Our booth was at a strategic location so I got to speak to almost every nurse who came into the exhibit hall. Many, if not all of the nurses, took the New Testament that I offered to them.

One woman, that I remember so well, stopped at the booth out of curiousity just to see what I was giving away. I told her who I was and who I was representing. I offered her a New Testament. She said, no, that she was Jewish and did not read the New Testament. I told her that I understood and that while I knew that she did not read the New Testament I worshipped the same God that she did. She agreed that, indeed, we did. I suggested that although she might not "need" the New Testament, she might have a patient that would like to have a copy and that it would be okay for her to give it away.

And with that, this precious Jewish nurse reached out and into her hand, I placed the story of the greatest Man who every lived: Jesus, the Messiah, Yeshua ha Mechia!
I planted, someone else watered, and He gave the harvest. What an honor to give the story of Jesus to a Jew!