The Dance and the Arm Holders

Written Sep 13, 2013 2:05pm by Cindy McMurry

My Mom needs to go home… Kevin reports that Dad only cooks one item at a time… a gallon of potatoes, tomato soup etc.  They eat that till it’s gone, then and only then will he cook something else.  Kevin says he’s “starving to death.”  Poor boy!  lol  Dad hasn’t resorted to salsify soup yet… but he will if Mom doesn’t get home soon.  I’m sure she misses being in her space, with her friends and church and I know they miss her too.  I’ve even heard the rumor that “Dad has Mom’s house a mess.” I choose to believe this is only a rumor.  🙂   I don’t know what we’d have done without her though and she’s staying to take me to my appointment next week.  She’s been amazing… and she coddles John, getting him ice cream etc.  Thank you Mom!

I’ve given a lot of thought to scars lately, and what has brought about the one’s my body bears.

As a teen scars worried me and I mentioned this to Dr. Wiley.  I’m sure he must have thought to himself that I had no clue how hard he was working just to save my fingers, hand and arm from Maffucci Syndrome.  Thankfully, he was sweet and understanding with my vulnerable self esteem.  I can’t even count all of my incision scars now, much less fret over them… I feel certain there are over 75, some reused more than once.

As I’ve gotten older, scars represent much more to me than just a gash on my once smooth skin.  They have become a part of our story.  Most of the people in my life who have tattoos seem to have thought them through and they represent something about their story.  Personally, I do not love tattoos, but I do understand they may tell a story, much like my scars do.

Each time a tumor/hemangioma/lesion has rebelled and gone rogue; swelling, causing pain or in 3 instances become cancer, we had to decide how to respond.  Do we watch and see what happens or do we fight by going into the OR?  It’s a big decision… I’m really tired of surgery.  It’s no fun and while I may have been in pain before surgery, surgery is likely going to make things more intensely painful for a period of time.  And then there is recovery time… PT, adjusting to changes in our lives, modifying our lives once again.

However, I’ve decided that when necessary, going into the OR is the best choice for me.  Deciding and having surgery to remove a tumor or tumors that are challenging our lives and then the recovery process has become to me the Victory Dance.  We’ve decided to take authority over and fight that which is threatening to destroy my life.  The scars serve to simply remind me… “You fought.  You are not defeated.  You have danced the Dance.”

Dancing “The Dance” has come at a cost for all of us… for my husband, my children, my parents, my family, my friends.  Sometimes I cry when I see the scars, they aren’t just physical, they represent an emotional toll as well.  As in any battle, there are always others who are affected.  I grieve over the days I have missed playing with my children and grandchildren, days I cannot get back.  I miss the way my husband and I used to sleep in the bed and may never be able to again.  I miss driving and pray I will be able to again.  I miss cooking for my family and friends.  I miss dressing myself and wonder… Will I ever again?  I wonder if brushing and flossing my teeth will ever be painless again.  Have my husband and I reversed roles… I loved being able to care for him, but will he spend the rest of our days taking care of me?

John said the kindest words to me last night… he was helping me get in bed and covered me up (I cannot pull up the blankets) and he said “I think I could get used to this.  I enjoy helping you get in bed and ready for sleep.”  He’s been so tender and so kind… I am often overwhelmed by my husband’s goodness.

I chose to and continue to choose to fight The Fight… to dance The Dance.  Some days, I admit the dance is exhausting.  It’s a lot of work to do the simplest of tasks.  But fight we will… we will not give up.  We are richly blessed to be surrounded by family and friends who stand with us and who have promised they will help us through the challenges ahead.

We are overwhelmed by the way so many of you are demonstrating your love to us.  Thank you!  We are humbled by your generosity and kindnesses.

The love, support, concern and compassion that John, my family and our friends have shared with me reminds me a lot of one of my favorite Bible stories:

The Amalekites came and attacked the Israelites at Rephidim.  Moses said to Joshua, “Choose some of our men and go out to fight the Amalekites. Tomorrow I will stand on top of the hill with the staff of God in my hands.”  So Joshua fought the Amalekites as Moses had ordered, and Moses, Aaron and Hur went to the top of the hill.  As long as Moses held up his hands, the Israelites were winning, but whenever he lowered his hands, the Amalekites were winning.  When Moses’ hands grew tired, they took a stone and put it under him and he sat on it. Aaron and Hur held his hands up—one on one side, one on the other—so that his hands remained steady till sunset.  So Joshua overcame the Amalekite army.  Exodus 17:8-13
May each of you who face “The Dance” (surgery/health/spiritual/emotional/family) have your own Aaron and Hur to hold your arms when you grow weary.  May they prop you up and help to sustain you as you dance “The Dance.”  Praying this for Margaret, Mary and others who are facing cancer and my family and friends who are fighting for their children who have experienced early childhood trauma today.

We love you,
Cindy and John

Another Day of Grace

Written Aug 24, 2013 9:46pm by Cindy McMurry

The time is getting closer for surgery.  We are in Louisville tonight, will have breakfast with Bethany and then off to Indianapolis in the morning.  My Mom, Dad, Cathryn and Betsy will all be in Indianapolis with us at various times.  We are so grateful for their support and willingness to sacrifice to be with us.  Surgery is Monday morning.  John has promised me he will update you.

We stand amazed at the support our family, friends and community have given us.  Last night many friends joined together to pray for us, anoint us and lay hands on us.  Several gave me prayers they wrote for us to bring with us, others gave us songs they’d written, still others blessed us with devotionals and gifts that are precious.  It was so beautiful… I’m still overwhelmed by their generous love and support.  Others have called, texted, written notes, and sent cards to offer encouragement and to let us know they are praying and that they love us.  Each of you are more precious to us than you could know.

In His Mercy we are blessed.

Thank you for loving us.

Thank you for praying for my friend.  Her Mother received good news this week and we all rejoice with her.

Our friend Janice Stamper shared a song she wrote with us last night.  I’d like to share the words with you.

“Great is your faithfulness each morning
With joy I sing about how great you are
No matter where I go
It is well with my soul
As I sing the mighty power of our God.

It’s another day of grace
Sweet amazing grace
It’s another day of living in God’s love and mercy.
It’s another day of grace,
Sweet amazing grace
It’s another day, another day of grace.

Beneath the cross I bow in humble worship
Then sings my soul & I surrender all
Love lifted me
The Rock of Ages set me free
Oh, sing hallelujah to The Lord.

Until face to face we meet our God and Savior
And the roll is called up yonder, let us sing
Hallelujah we shall rise
Resurrection’s great surprise
To God be the glory, let us sing.  ©Janice Stamper

As you bow in worship tomorrow, I pray you will be reminded this day is “Another day of grace, sweet amazing grace.”

Lord, in your mercy, Hear our prayer.

We love you,
Cindy and John

Not Just My Feet Lord…

Written Aug 17, 2013 9:46pm by Cindy McMurry

A funny thing about cancer… it messes with you, it toys with your emotions, with your faith and with your reality.  If you don’t guard your heart, it will rob you of your joy, it will make you think there is no hope, it will make you fearful of losing your dignity, of losing your life.

About the time we begin to think that we’ve got things in hand, that we know the plan, something else will crop up.  There is a new wrinkle or thing we have to figure out just about every day.  Are they silly things?  Well, on the surface, it would seem so perhaps.  But the little things that are going to change… well it’s change.  I do not like change, unless I choose it.  Forced change is no fun.  I like to be in control.

I’ll have to confess, trying to figure out how I will do things like fix my hair, apply makeup and personal hygiene issues have rattled me today.  I know I have great family and friends.  But I have my own routine and certain ways I do things.  I’m hopeful this will only be a temporary limitation (hopefully no more than 2 weeks)… but the enemy has been messing with me and whispering in my ear… “What if?”

Since 1987 I have depended almost solely on my right arm and now, I won’t be able to.  I cannot feed myself with my left hand, I cannot bathe myself, I cannot brush my teeth, I cannot comb my hair (much less style it), I cannot hold a book, I cannot drive, I cannot care for our pets, do laundry, cook…  Any sense of independence I’ve known is being challenged.  I will be dependent on others for a time.  I find that frightening.  Not because others won’t help me but because I can’t help them or myself.  I don’t like it.  Not one little bit.  It’s a tough pill for me to swallow.

John keeps reminding me he wants to do this.  He doesn’t seem to think it will be challenging to apply my makeup or fix my hair.  He’s confident he will be able to help me in any way I need him to.  It’s not about not having others willing in my life, it’s about my willingness, my dignity, my fears.

I’ve wrestled with this all day.  I hesitated to admit it to you.  But as the day has progressed, I’ve been reminded that Peter did not want Jesus to wash his feet… Why?  The scripture doesn’t expand upon it, but I would like to suggest it could be pride, shame, embarrassment, unworthiness…  Jesus told Peter that “Unless I wash you, you have no part with me.”  What is it about receiving personal care from others that is so important?  Is this one of my lessons?  I think it may be.  Am I being reminded that part of being immersed in the love of God is not just doing but receiving?  I’m trusting that God will reveal many things about his love for me and many things about his word to me as I walk this journey.  I pray I will be willing to be washed…

“So he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist.  After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.  He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, “Lord, are you going to wash my feet?” Jesus replied, “You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.” “No,” said Peter, “you shall never wash my feet.” Jesus answered, “Unless I wash you, you have no part with me.”” John 13:4-8

Please continue to pray for us that we will be sensitive to one another and to the things that God would teach us as we journey together.  Praying for many of our dear friends who are grieving and suffering today…

We love you,
Cindy and John

Jesu, Jesu, fill us with your love,
show us how to serve
the neighbors we have from you.

Kneels at the feet of his friends,
silently washes their feet,
master who acts as a slave to them. Refrain

Neighbors are rich and poor,
varied in color and race,
neighbors are near and far away. Refrain

These are the ones we should serve,
these are the ones we should love;
all these are neighbors to us and you. Refrain

Loving puts us on our knees,
serving as though we are slaves;
this is the way we should live with you. Refrain

Kneel at the feet of our friends,
silently washing their feet;
this is the way we should live with you.

(Tom Colvin)

Sack Races, Shoes for Orphans Souls, Friends and Cancer… Oh Nuts!

Written Aug 15, 2013 9:55am by Cindy McMurry

Strange title, I know.  But it’s a good reminder to me that life keeps moving and in the midst of scary things, good and funny things can still happen.  Laughter is good for us!

We have a Champion!!  Bethany participated in Field Day yesterday.  She won the Sack Race over “all the kids at OLOP.”  She was pretty excited.  I’m hoping she’ll read this, so be sure to share your congratulations with her!  She also was able to eat some chocolate pudding with M&M’s hidden in it out of a diaper… she told me she ate a “dirty diaper.”  Evidently, she did not win this, but I’m thinking I wouldn’t have either.  😉

Our Rotary Club is raising funds to buy shoes for orphans.  One of the most distressing things I learned through this program; many children cannot go to school if they do not have shoes.  I’m so encouraged by the response of our friends in our club and the community, as we make the effort to change lives.  It’s an honor to be in a group of such fine people.

I’ve been able to be a part of several groups in Harlan and a support group on line.  Each group is special in it’s own way.  According to John there is “The Real Book Club,” “The Fake Book Club” (HA!) and “The Trauma Momma’s.”  Also we have our church family, Rotary, the folks at John’s office and the folks at Red Bird.  We are overwhelmed by the generosity and offers to help from all of you.  We’ve laughed and giggled at all the funny things you share.  You are so precious to us.  Thank you for loving and supporting us and being a part of our lives.

One of my dearest friends in Harlan has gotten some difficult news about her Mom’s health, unfortunately a frightening diagnosis.  My brother shared with me that a friend of theirs has gotten a cancer diagnosis.  Please pray for them!

There are so many things about cancer that is difficult to cope with.  First there is shock, then fear, then denial, then tests and treatments that are often hurry up and wait, then talking to family and friends,  emotional and spiritual challenges…  It’s not easy to combat all of this.  We all need the support of our family, friends and community and yet the offers of help are often overwhelming.  We also struggle to know how to ask for help or even what to ask for… Just yesterday we were the one’s helping others.  How do we switch so quickly?  How do we keep things from falling through the cracks (like paying bills etc)?  Please have patience with us.  Sometimes we will forget important things.  Sometimes we will say things that seem selfish.  Sometimes we will forget to call or write to say Thank you.  Sometimes it takes all of our energy just to be… just to put one foot in front of another.

In Sweet Alex’s words “Oh (Coco)nuts!”  It’s hard having cancer.

We do need you.  Keep making us smile.  Keep making us laugh.  Remind us that you love us and know that we love you too!  Pray for us and for others who are facing difficult times.

You are precious to us.

We love you,
Cindy and John

“A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.”  Proverbs 17:22

This is a Test, Only a Test

Written Aug 10, 2013 10:36am by Cindy McMurry

Do you remember the Emergency Broadcast System tests of your childhood?  Those Public Service Announcements to warn us that there could be a catastrophe of one kind or another?  They would announce “This is a test of the Emergency Broadcast System.  This is only a test.  If this were a true emergency,” blah blah blah. Then there would be this terrible static noise that scared you, even though you knew it was coming AND it was “only a test.”

Several things about those tests bothered me as a child:
1.  The noise.  It seemed so ominous.
2.  The fact that there really might be a true emergency someday.
3.  Maybe they actually meant to hit the “true emergency” button and
only accidentally hit the “This is only a test button.”
4.  They almost always happened during the “After School Specials”,
and my Dad would be on his way home from work.  If we had a
“true emergency” it would be better if we were all together.  (You
thought I was just going to complain that it interrupted my TV
show,  right?)

I am a person of faith.  I love God.  I believe God is ever present and accounted for.  I believe God can, does and will make a difference in our lives.  I believe God will not forsake us.  I believe God does and will comfort us.  I believe God has, does and will forgive us.  I believe God has saved my life more than once and protects us from the evil one.

So here’s my dilemma.  I am having a test, “only a test” on Monday.  Tests make me anxious.  We don’t get immediate results.  PET Scans are known for false positives… I know this.  I’m a planner.  I like to have my finger on the pulse and, dare I say, control things.  I can’t control this.  I can’t be sure how quickly I will get the results.  I can’t be sure the radiologists who read it are not going to read a false positive.  I can’t be sure there are not other issues in my body, even though I don’t expect them.

This test, requires fasting from any number of foods and medications, some for 24 hours.  I have an appointment with my girl Bethany the morning of the fast.  I will drive 4 hours and not be able to munch or have coffee to keep me awake.  John cannot be with me.  I’m really, really tired.  All the “this is only a test” nightmares of my childhood seem to flood me with fear.

It’s silly, I know it is.  First of all, the God who created the universe is with me.  He is on my side.  I’m a big girl and being fearful of something that “is just a test” doesn’t make much sense.  Every year when it’s time to have my bone scan, I feel the anxiety push up within me.  I hear a little voice begin to whisper, “Maybe this time it will be back.”  It’s like soul torment.

I listen for the “still, small voice” that speaks peace  and courage to me and trust in my heart that God’s got this.  And God does have this.  PET Scan, CT Scan, surgery, cancer Maffucci Syndrome, God’s got this.  This is really “just a test” and while it feels like a “true emergency” in light of the bigger picture, of the things to come, this is just small potatoes.  God’s Got It!

“And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake:  And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.”  1 Kings 19

As the world shakes around us, and the storms of our life seem to overwhelm us, we pray that each of us would stop, listen and hear the still small voice that will give us peace.

We love you,
Cindy and John


Written Aug 8, 2013 8:46pm by Cindy McMurry

We’ve been to both Vanderbilt and Indianapolis. Both physicians seem capable. Both have similar treatment ideas. Both gave a similar prognosis. The personality of the MD’s, facilities, community, traffic etc are very different, yet both have many strengths. We are also considering which doctor and facility would be best for long term care. We do not believe we need to go to MD Anderson at this point since we got similar results at both facilities.

Some of you may want details, so I’ll share a bit. The acromion is part of the scapula and there is a “spine” on the scapula. The deltoid muscle attaches to the scapular spine and humerus. The acromion and about half of the scapular spine are involved with the cancer. The goal is to remove all of the diseased bone and find somewhere to reattach the deltoid to try to minimize loss of mobility. The base of the scapula the bigger triangular piece does not appear to be as affected.

I have many enchondromas (non-malignant cartilage tumor that can become malignant) in the scapula, humerus and other bones that one would expect to see with Maffucci Syndrome. Right now, they are in hopes the only enchondroma that’s decided to go rogue is the one in the acromion. I have a PET Scan and additional CT Scans again on Monday. By the time I’m done being injected with radioactive meds and having all these images done I should be glowing… not quite the way I would hope though. I prefer any glowing to be a reflection of the light of Christ.

John and I are wrestling with what to do, where to go and when to do it. Taylor is getting married soon and we really want to be able to fully celebrate her day. Derrick will be home soon from Afghanistan and we want to celebrate his service and homecoming. Bethany may be moving soon and I need to be available to support her through the transition. John’s work schedule will be very intense through Sept and Oct. The doctors say we can wait a few weeks. We need wisdom as we decide. Please pray for us to have wisdom about each of these issues and make decisions that will bring God glory.

We all have so many things we wrestle with daily, choices and decisions that affect others, and struggle to conduct ourselves in a manner that is pleasing to God. As one of my little friends discovered today, sometimes we mess up, but grace and forgiveness abounds. I’m sure we won’t go through our journey without mishaps and wonder if we are doing the right thing. But grace abounds. My goal today is not perfection, it’s not even making all the right decisions. It is to trust that God’s grace is sufficient and that God will be glorified.

“Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.” Matt 5:16

Please pray for our friend and her family as they wait on tests and results.

We love you,
Cindy and John

Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace…

Written Aug 6, 2013 10:18pm by Cindy McMurry

We’ve been experiencing God’s grace, perhaps more than ever before.  We had peace and purpose as we faced today.  Things went well with the meetings we had yesterday concerning Bethany.   I’m in awe of God.

We had a very encouraging appointment with Dr. Holt the Oncologist at Vanderbilt.  She believes I will not need to have an amputation of my arm.  Hearing that was… beautiful.  We are so thankful.

She says she does believe the cancer has returned, and that it will need to be surgically removed.  We did not discuss further treatment, but know historically this type of cancer does not respond well to chemo or radiation.  She also is hopeful my scapula can be saved which means more function than I have in my left arm.

Dr. Holt took her time to tease John and explain what I should not be doing and that he would have to pick up the slack.  She did say that she believes the spasms and discomfort I’ve been having have been from the bone fracturing because the tumor has made the bone so fragile and thin.  So she suggested that I “take it easy.”

She has ordered a “True Full Body” PET Scan and some additional CT Scans to make sure we are not missing anything.  They will happen on Monday.

Tomorrow we talk to Bethany.  Thank God, we have gotten some relief so this won’t be quite so scary for her.  Thursday we will travel to Indianapolis to get a second opinion from another oncologist. We’ll decide after that what our next step is.

Tonight we will rest and thank God for His “Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace.”

“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.””  2 Cor 12:9

We are still praying for many of you who are facing difficult times.  You are never far from our hearts or minds.

We love you,
Cindy and John

Let Not Your Heart Be Troubled

Written Aug 5, 2013 10:11am by Cindy McMurry

“Peace I leave with you: my own peace I give to you. It is not as the world gives its greetings that I give you peace. Let not your hearts be troubled or dismayed.” John 14:27

Many of our friends and family are facing trying times.  Several have loved ones who are facing surgery and illnesses.  Many of you live away from your loved ones and that’s adding to your concerns and worry.  You have our hearts and prayers.

Our family and friends are so kind to us.  We are so grateful for the calls, notes and words of encouragement.  The young ladies who provide care for Libby  (John’s Momma) and my girlfriends who have gone to see her have gone above and beyond our expectations.  You are helping to make this time easier.  Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

We are experiencing many blessings.  Time with our new granddaughter definitely has made this time easier.  She’s a precious child and a gift to all of us.  We continue to see God’s grace abound.

This week is going to be very full with traveling and appointments for Bethany and me.  We will be doing some hard, emotionally taxing things.  I have two oncology appointments (Vanderbilt and Indianapolis) and expecting to hear from MD Anderson for the third appointment.  We have a meeting with a possible placement for Bethany, that will hopefully help her achieve more independence and success.  We will go see Bethany and meet with her staff to explain to her what is happening with my health and try to answer her questions and calm her fears.  Then back home so John can take call coverage on Friday.

I’m reminded over and over again as we go from day to day that we are not alone.  God is with us.  He will not forsake us.  He will not forget about us.  God’s grace is sufficient.  God is big enough to carry all of our burdens.  God is the Great I Am.

Do you remember the song “Joy, Joy, Joy”?  I pray for each of you today the verse that rings out “I’ve got the peace that passes understanding…”

“Let not your hearts be troubled” my friends and be filled with God’s peace.

We love you,
Cindy and John

Steadfast Hearts…

Written Aug 2, 2013 9:52am by Cindy McMurry

“Give us, O Lord,
steadfast hearts, which no unworthy thought can drag downward, unconquered hearts, which no tribulation can wear out,
upright hearts, which no unworthy purpose may tempt aside.
Bestow upon us also, O Lord our God,
understanding to know you,
diligence to seek you, wisdom to find you,
and a faithfulness that may finally embrace you;
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.”  Saint Thomas Aquinas

We have heard from each of the three facilities we plan to consult with and should have the last appointment shortly.  There are moments we feel like everything is the same as it was a month ago, other times we find ourselves shaking our heads as if to wake up from a bad dream.
Sometimes we are amazed, the world just keeps moving on, when there is a part of our lives that seems to have come to a screeching halt.

But God is still God.  He does not stop moving and creating new life, nor do the gates of heaven close in light of our crisis… Thank God!  There is no “hold button” in the world nor in the movement of God.  The earth is still turning and there are new seasons in each of our lives.

This is a new season for our family.  Our days are filled with the challenge to have “steadfast hearts.”  It would be easy to be swallowed by our fears.  With the appointments comes the reality that this is real.  We are facing a life altering experience.  We will never be the same.  We are facing the unknown.

Yet, God is sure and steady.  He does not change.  He knows…

Pray for us that we will have steadfast, unconquered, upright hearts as we journey together.

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end;  they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.  “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.” Lamentations 3:22-24

We are so blessed to have each of you in our lives.  We love you,
Cindy and John

Precious Times

Written Jul 31, 2013 9:02am by Cindy McMurry

Emma JaneWhen I was twenty two I learned the lesson that health and life were fragile.  That was during my first bout with cancer.  I learned to try to find value in each day and be thankful.

But it seems to me that what I’m learning during this time is how to appreciate and invest in the precious times and recognize that each second we have is precious.  It’s not the things of this world that have our attention, it’s the gifts we’ve so generously been blessed with; one another, our children and grandchildren, our family, our friends, our faith.

I find that John and I are laughing more, we are talking more, we are just ‘being’ more.  I notice that we are holding hands more and finding each touch precious.  We are not putting things off that we’ve wanted to do for a long time.  I find that we are smiling and laughing when we think of our two grandchildren, Alex and Emma.  Any problems we face seem to be made smaller as we look forward to times with our children and grandchildren.  All of creation just seems to be more beautiful.  We are no longer just thankful in passing for each day, we count each day and each moment as precious.

Pray for us that as we begin to have appointments at Vanderbilt, Indianapolis and MD Anderson that we don’t become overwhelmed by all we are hearing, but that we will consider each moment of our day and recognize just how precious it is. Ann Voscamp wrote “1000 Gifts” and reminds us to find gifts in the unexpected.  I pray we are able to have eyes that see and ears that hear, so we don’t miss the unexpected gifts and precious moments of our days.

We are going to meet our little Emma for the first time in the midst of my appointments.  Pray that we can drown out all the unimportant things and the things we cannot change and just revel in the miracle of our first granddaughter.  Isn’t she beautiful?

Thank you for being our friends and for your prayers.  You are precious to us.

We love you,
Cindy and John

“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.” James 1:17