Friday, June 20, 2008
My Pity Party
I can’t come home yet. They won’t let me see this little girl until Monday. The Department of Education said "if she want to see her, she’ll wait – otherwise, she can go home" And so, I am here until Wednesday. I know it is just a few more days, but I just keep crying. I am trying to have faith that God has granted my prayer, in the mean time that whole "do unto others" thing has kind of gone out the window as I have chewed on American Express, Delta, and Aeroflot. Lucky for everyone else they can’t speak English. I WANT MY BABY GIRL!!!! I WANT MY EMMA!!!!! Mom please hug her for me and tell her I love her love her love her!!! I could also use some central air and a re-run or two of anything in English.
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Hi Merinda,
It is so good to get on your blog and read everyday. I talked to your mom and I am following everystep of the way with you in my mind and heart. I hope to see you when you get back. I am praying for you, Emma, and Ellie. Your little girl is out there waiting for you.
Love Amy
Dear Merinda;
Always know that your friends and family have you in their thoughts and prayers everyday. We have been shown that everything happens for a reason. You are a shining light and have brought so much happiness to others. We love you,
Linda McNeill (Amy's Mom)
Did you know that you are an inspiration to us all? You deserve a pity party but I know you are strong and God will bless you through all of this! I know what you mean about the reruns. That lovely hotel in Kemerovo doesn't exactly have all the amenities of home! I hope you have a good book with you! The corner store had some great Snicker bars! Ha-ha. We love you!!!
Grandpa & grandma & Emma love you very much. We know that you are a strong person and you will get through this. Just look at this as an opportunity to catch up on your sleep with the help of tylenol pm. We love you bunches.
Mom
The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He
prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help,
but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut
out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions.
One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in
flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. He felt the worst had happened, and
everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He cried out,
'God! How could you do this to me?'
Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island!
It had come to rescue him! 'How did you know I was here?' asked the weary man of his
rescuers. 'We saw your smoke signal,' they replied.
The Moral of This Story :
It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart,
because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of our pain and suffering.
Remember that the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground. It
just may be a smoke signal that summons the Grace of God.
Subject: The Buzzard, the Bat, & the Bumblebee
THE BUZZARD:
If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.
THE BAT:
The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.
THE BUMBLEBEE:
A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.
PEOPLE:
In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations, never realizing that all we have to do is look up!
Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, But faith looks up!
Live simply, love generously, care deeply, speak kindly and trust in our Creator who loves us.
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