Thank you, Barbara, for using your gifts to take us on the journey with you, and for honoring God's gift of giving the strength to cope as we need it.

I know you're an independent fighter, and you have Motorcycle guy and your housemates to care for you. But I'm not so far away that I can't pop over and do whatever you need done. Even if what you need done is to have someone sit and pray with you, until we're both prayed out. You are on my mind. God cares for you. And that is such a lovely scripture. Hang in there, gal. You remain in my prayers.

I'm so glad to hear that. I want to credit some of it to all the people who are praying for you, too. That has to make a difference. So happy that you're halfway through, although I will miss these posts.