Feb 06,2002 A double scoop of praise for the Lord!!.... First, on Sunday at communion, which I am unable to participate in yet until I complete my class and am baptized, I prayed that the Lord would use His Spirit to fill my husband with the same burning I have for Him, so in the near future we can take communion together. Well, maybe 2 hours or so later, driving in the car, my husband asked me about coming to my class and our being baptized together!! Awesome! God fulfilled my prayer in 2 hours!! Then, last night, on the way to church by myself (hubby not feeling well), I felt the urge to pray for my safety in the van (my hubby usually does the night driving.) Well, on the way home, a car cut over from the left and I suddenly realized he didn't see me alongside and was quickly heading toward slamming into the side of my van. There was no time to react or find the horn, so I yelled to God, pulled the steering wheel right and slammed the brakes so the other driver would hear the screeching. With maybe inches to spare, he swerved, or I might have wound up in a ditch to the right of me. Now I am going to ask God to surround us with angels for protection every time we get in the car. Thank you Lord!!! Feb 25,2002 My husband's family made me a surprise party on Saturday that really touched my heart. My MIL got me a much-wanted bilingual bible, since I want to get a better grip on Spanish. I felt a little homesick, as I often do at such times, since my family lives 1500 or so miles away, but they all called and sent cards, so I thank the Lord for the love He pours over me through them. This is a poem Abbe wrote one night while her ds, Jesse (4yo) was sick: God came to my house last night, to listen for a while, As I laid a trembling hand upon my feverish child, And poured out every drop of love, each memory locked inside, That hovered there above his head like angels as I cried. I prayed a prayer with heavy eyes,"Don't let me fall asleep." He answered,"I will wait with you, a special watch to keep." Together did we stand our guard, a Father and a mother, I sat with cool cloth on one side, the Lord sat on the other. From time to time my son cried out, thrashing in his dreams. I prayed,"Please let me take his place;let me bear his pain." I didn't hear Him right away, but sensed that God had smiled, Then said,"Such is the boundless love of parents for a child." I said, "The last time that I prayed about my little one, You said You knew what it was like to love a precious son. Now here I am, in tears again, to ask You for Your help, A healing touch to quench the fire I can't put out myself." Try as I might, a sob escaped, a sound my baby heard, And Jesus whispered in his ear as he relayed these words, "It's alright, we can fix it, everything will be okay." With sweet brown eyes, just 4 years old, He asked me please to pray. I told him I already had, and gently stroked his hair, By morning light the storm had passed, But Jesus was still there.