Good evening, my darlings...we made it through hump day. And it was a warm one. Got home from work and I had to turn my A/C on...whew. Well, come on in and have a sit down. I have some ice cold lemonade with strawberries and some lovely vanilla wafers. Let's us have a little visit, shall we? Now, how many of you are into Facebook? I'm so into it, I'm looking for a 12-step program! Anywho...one of my FB friends is going through her second bout with cancer. She is a survivor of a previous cancer and now it's back. Is she forlorn or wringing her hands and saying "Alas and Alack."? Is she crying out to the four winds, "Why me?" How about "D": None of the above. She is sharing her experience with all of her FB friends, but the sharing isn't about the cancer. It is about what God is doing in her life. She has the most amazing faith of anyone I have ever known. I am humbled by it, in awe of it, and amazed by it. She is truly leaning on the everlasting arms. I think of all the times that I have let little things discourage me. When I didn't have enough money to buy that cute top for a party, where that cute guy was that I wanted to impress. When I felt it was unfair that others were finding love and I was left out in the cold. God has blessed me in so many ways, yet I am complaining about an aching knee, rather than praising Him because, even though it aches, I can still walk with out the aid of a cane or a walker. I forget to praise Him because I can feel the ache when there are others who would shout with joy to feel anything below the waist. I am the ungrateful daughter of a Heavenly Father that wants nothing more than to spoil me, but I get in the way with my gripes and complaints. I need to get out the way and let Him do for me what He wants to do. I need to lift my hand and my voice in praise for everything: good, bad, or indifferent. I am learning some great things through this beautiful, brave, and faithful woman. And I am praying that God will take note of her faith (He will) and say to her what His Son said to the woman who touched the hem of his garment: "Daughter, thy faith has made thee well. Go in peace." And on that note, I bid you goodnight, my darlings. Sweet peace-filled dreams. Viscountess Babbles On