We Made It!

We got up early Friday Morning, and ate a heart meal of waffles thanks to the hot continental breakfast at our hotel. Then we pushed, and I mean pushed hard.  We stopped a few times to refill the gas and our bellies, but other than that we pushed.  From 9am Central time to 5am Mountian time the next day (today/Saturday) we were on the road.  We crashed on the warm, old brown carpet here at BABR to catch a quick nap before anyone was really up.  Then by 8am we were up and getting around for the memorial.

Why do we have to say "goodbye"?  Why do these things keep happening? Why does it seem I out live many who are even younger than I?  I mean, I am getting use to the thought I might not have my Merami much longer, but to lose someone who was just 17?  It sickens my heart, especially when it was to suicide.   Yet, I know how hard it can be.  When I was 16/17, I was facing death I thought... due to my "mystery" illness which to this day has no true name.  I myself thought of just ending it all a few times... years ago.  But to actually follow through... NO, I promise everyone, I will not even toy with that idea ever again, from this day forth... and thus honor my fallen brother's memory all the more.  Rest at peace in our Lord's arms little brother!

~ Morria

Illness Hits Again...

Hey, I had a "spell" with my mystery illness last night....and now today my speech is bad....like I can't think of what to say....just getting it out is slow and labored.....I hate this affecting my muscles and joints.  Please pray that my speech turns normal by Christmas vacation.

~ Morria

Good Mood...

I am trying to keep in a good mood...as most likely you can tell.  It is hard some days, for at times I only have enough energy to rest on the couch, read, and talk with friends.   God is helping me.  While I'll never understand why He allows this stuff to happen... I am kinda glad He did.

Nothing like a mystery illness to drive me into His Word and prayer... because that is all I have left to cling to in this life.  My possessions mean little, money means little... the things that matter: friends, family, the Lord, the journey-task.   Those are what in this life that make it matter...

~ Morria

Camp 2001

This is my last year going to Camp Pomme de Terre as a camper.  Still it was a blast going with Chas. Nothing like 2 year ago, when I got so sick on the way home that Samuel nearly panicked.  Rightly so, though at time we did not know my mystery illness had begun.  I still think it might have something to do with the lidocaine in the sunburn treatment the nurse was spraying on other teens in the clinic after I had my had my horrid coughing fit.   This year is so much better!  Such bittersweet times, at least I can go back for women's retreats!

~ Morria