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

The Best Question

Written Sep 9, 2013 8:02pm by Cindy McMurry

Please be in prayer for my friend Margaret and her Momma, Mary as she began the fight against cancer today.  She started chemo and radiation today.

My Brother in law, Rich asked me the best question of the day.

Today is my b-day and he wanted to know if I had big plans?

My answer… “Yep!  Living another year!”

Somehow getting presents seemed much less important this year… last year we took a lot of action concerning Bethany, John’s and my health.  Derrick fought for the year in Afghanistan.   This year we are going to live as fully as we can.  Praying that we will be a blessing to each person we meet and bring God glory!

We love you and are praying for you!
Cindy and John

“Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. The Lord God is my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds’ feet, and he will make me to walk upon mine high places.” Habakkuk 3:17-19

These are the Moments…

Written Sep 4, 2013 2:24pm by Cindy McMurry

These are the moments I get tickled and laugh at the things we take for granted. These are the moments I’m in wonder at the goodness of God. These are the moments that the change in my body distresses me. These are the moments that I try to process what our tomorrows will look like while being eternally grateful for our today.

I’m healing. Thanks be to God. There are some obvious challenges and some obvious changes. There are also obvious blessings.

John gave me a shower today and I realized washing my own hair was something I took for granted. Now my husband is learning how to care for me in a way I hadn’t expected and demonstrating love for me in new ways. Receiving care from others that we expect to provide for ourselves is both humbling and a blessing. John has teased me that I “have more skin surface” than he does even though he “is nearly double my body weight”… and has wondered if all girls wash their ankles. 🙂 I’m amazed at how tenderly he’s caring for me.

Yesterday John left quickly for work, before making himself a cup of coffee. I discovered the coffee maker hadn’t been plugged in since we returned home and there was no water in it. Not being able to reach or being steady with either hand made plugging it in rather interesting. Essentially I hiked my belly on the counter, braced my left arm with my right hand and the counter just to get the thing plugged in. Then I had to add water and hit the button on top to turn it on… I’m sorry you missed it. I’m sure you would have laughed… I’m learning to contort my body to meet our needs in ways you would be amazed. Yoga friends… beware. I’m going to need you.

Eating is not too rough. I brace my arm on the table and move my mouth to the fork instead of the fork to my mouth. I’m not sure if everyone else enjoys my meal that way, but I’ve found the food tastes the same… it’s also more work so perhaps I will eat less. I might be starting a new diet trend, who knows?

When I had my left scapulectomy I was much younger and it worried me that I “looked like a ballerina on one side and a football player on the other” because of the way my muscles adapted to accommodate my needs. Well… I don’t match this time either. I took a good look in the mirror today and I’ve lost my corner… no more sharp turn at my shoulder. It’s a lot more like a slope. Who knows how clothes will fit… most of my time right now is in pajamas.

My Mom is here and doing her best to help every way she can and our friends are preparing meals. I continue to be in awe of the sweetness, kindness and generosity of our family and friends. Just today we had three visitors, a fresh pineapple from Hawaii and flowers from my Rotary friends and a girlfriend.

In the middle of these moments I’ve been reminded that in 1987 a physician told me that my life expectancy was less than 5 years. F.I.V.E. Y.E.A.R.S. When I struggle to relearn to function and when I get discouraged because of the changes I remind myself what a glorious gift the last 26 years have been, even the struggle itself is a gift.. I may have to relearn to function in some areas, but I’m alive.

In those 26 years there have been more gifts and blessings than I could begin to mention… Derrick grew from a toddler to a man. He became a husband and a father, he serves our country with honor and dignity. Our girl Bethany came into our life and through her struggles has taught all of us to be better people and what courage it takes to face the challenge of everyday life. I met and married John who is an extraordinary human being. My Father has beaten bladder cancer and been a trooper through many accidents. All of my nieces and nephews have been born and grown into fine young men and women. And our grandchildren… Alex and Emma… let’s just say John says I have “Grandmother Derangement Syndrome.” What a gift they are to us. I’ve had the honor of serving God in churches as pastor and youth minister. We’ve been richly blessed with relationships that have challenged us to grow in faith, courage and strength.

Today I am not the same girl I was when I received that scary diagnosis 26 years ago and the prediction that my life expectancy would be less than 5 years. No way. Today I’m so blessed it’s hard to fathom. The fact that I CAN plug in the coffee maker is a gift. My shoulder may slope, but it’s still a shoulder and moves and will learn to do more. These are moments I will treasure, reminding myself that I CAN and if I can’t, there are others who will. What a great life I have.

I love you,
Cindy

And the grace of our Lord was exceeding abundant with faith and love which is in Christ Jesus. 1Timothy 1:14

Miracles, Mercy and Grace

Written Sep 3, 2013 2:00pm by Cindy McMurry

Dearest Family and Friends,

We have so much to tell you and so many thanks to share but before I begin, I’d like to ask you to please pause and pray for our dear friend Margaret, her mother Mary and her family as they too face the difficult journey of cancer.  They are precious to God and need to experience his presence, peace, healing and comfort today.

Miracles look different today to me than they have in the past.  Leading up to this surgery, the surgery and the week following I’ve discovered that miracles come in many shapes and sizes, in voices, in touch, in breath, in strength of character, in laughter, in prayer, in humor and sometimes even in insistent voices.  God uses the strengths and sometimes the weaknesses in the nature he’s created in each in of us to accomplish his will.

This week I’ve spent a lot of time being the recipient of many blessings and watching God transform and work miracles in and through others.  I experienced a young child lay hands on me and say a prayer that I’m certain made God happy and the angels sing hallelujahs.  My young friends lifted their voices in song to God’s glory and as a way to encourage us.  Many friends who have struggled with their own spiritual walk joined together to pray, sing, read and listen to scripture, facing their own frustrations and fears to support and encourage us.  Each of these things are miracles.  And there are so many more…

To my darling husband John, Thank you!  I can barely type through the tears at how grateful I am.  You have been willing to be sleepless, to stay by my side, sleeping in chairs, sofas whatever was available to be near me.  You have not complained when I could not feed myself, or hold my drink, when my coffee was too hot to sip through a straw, when you had to go searching for whatever I needed and taking care of my most intimate and personal needs.  You’ve teased and laughed and coped through complete exhaustion.  And when needed, you allowed the doctor/husband/tiger and hero to come out.  For over three hours you comforted me tenderly, advocated for me with the staff, put yourself in physically awkward positions trying to calm my body that was out of control in painful spasms and were stormy when you needed to be in order to get me some relief.  Many years ago I told you I needed you to be my “Giant,” the person who would stand behind me and support me when I couldn’t stand or fight for myself.  I’m not sure “Giant” is even an adequate word… you are my Hero, my Lover, my Best Friend, my Giant Slayer… a Miracle in my life.  God has richly blessed me with you.  I love you!

My parents drove from WV to stay with us through the duration of my hospital stay.  My sister, Betsy flew to Indianapolis to spend time with us on Sunday and Monday.  Cathryn drove to Indianapolis to support John and me through my surgery and recovery.  Mom, Dad and Cathryn gave John a break (hello Barnes and Noble) and during that time my body went into rebellion again, with spasms that were equally as bad as in the night.  My parents and Cathryn did not leave me, they advocated, pleaded with staff to find a way to give me relief, massaged, prayed, played calming music, everything they could think to do to get me relief… meanwhile I was asking God for mercy… mercy Dear God.  I can never say enough thanks to my parents and Cathryn for helping me and being there during this time.  John desperately needed a break and even though he wishes we would have called him, he needed to take care of himself too.  It was difficult, but in the midst of this, there was grace, there was mercy and there was the miracle of family and friends.

I found myself amazed at the sacrifices other were willing to make on our behalf.  Some of you texted, some of you visited, some called, some wrote, all of you prayed.  The gifts and miracles continued…

Betsy went home and she and Rich turned around and drove to Louisville from Raleigh, NC to help me get ready for Taylor’s wedding (can you say Spanx?)  John worked hard to try to apply mascara… good thing we can both laugh… but his effort goes unmatched.  Cathryn persuaded a salon to open exclusively for me and an employee agreed to come in on her holiday weekend to apply my makeup and style my hair for Taylor’s wedding.  Bill attended all of the wedding events with us and hosted us for the weekend.  He made himself available to take me late, bring me home early whatever I needed because we all understood John needed to be available for all of Taylor’s events.  Taylor and Jeffrey added folks to the wedding guests just so I could have the needed help available.  Jeff’s parents, Rob and Renee welcomed extra guests to their barbeque to accommodate our needs.  When John was busy doing wedding events, Bill, Betsy and Rich made sure to cut my food, and provide anything I needed.  Bonnie and Meg encouraged us and were a source of joy.  My long time friend, Cindy Yerkes started a pinterest board in my honor (Cindy, I’m overwhelmed by your love!)  My friends, church family, Harlan “Sisterhood” and neighbors are bringing in food.  My Mother is coming to stay with us.  Libby’s caregivers and friend Marybelle made sure things have run smoothly for Libby, which was a huge relief!!!

You have each made this very difficult time much easier and I’m overwhelmed by your love.  I believe you are a gift of God in our lives.

I’m in awe of God’s goodness, his grace and the miracle of you.

I love you,
Cindy

This text has continued to remind me of each of you…

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

Your lights are shining brightly and God is being glorified.  I love you!!

Taylor’s wedding

Written Aug 30, 2013 11:54am by Cindy McMurry

John has been so faithful to help me. I know he’s exhausted and he’s got a very important weekend ahead of him… The marriage of our lovely daughter Taylor. Please pray for his strength and peace. We want Taylor’s day to be all she’s dreamed of. The demands of taking care of me are not easy… But we want none of that to diminish the joy of Taylor’s day and the tremendous pride John has in her. Pray the days ahead will be filled with grace and joy.

Thank you. I love you,
Cindy

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.

Chorus:
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

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

Home…

Written Aug 13, 2013 8:25am by Cindy McMurry

We are so thankful to just be home.  That’s not to say that there aren’t a couple little people (namely Alex and Emma) that we would love to be snuggling with right about now.  But we’re happy to be together, with our animals, near our friends and in our own bed for a few days.

We feel pretty confident that most of the tests I will need have been completed.  I’ve been poked, prodded, injected, scanned, x-rayed, examined, questioned and now finally we get to rest.  Much to our relief!  Hopefully we will hear results soon.  I’ll keep you posted.

Yesterdays tests… that’s all they were.  Just tests.  I slept through most of them.  I know many of you prayed for me… God’s grace and peace were palpable.  Thank you!  I had dye injected for the first time… let’s say that was a bit unusual.  But, John and I got some laughter out of it.

We’ve gotten some good news too.  John passed his board recertification.  Thank God!  Derrick is coming home to the states soon.  Thank God!  Bethany is being interviewed by an Adult Living Program.  Thank God!  Jeff and Taylor’s wedding is in a few weeks and we will get to celebrate with them.  Thank God!  My nephew Ben was in a motorcycle accident and only experienced minor injuries.  Thank God!  Did I mention Derrick will be home soon?  Oh, I did?  Sorry.  😉  I will be so thankful to have him back stateside.

We also have some family and friends who are dealing with difficult times in their lives.  Some are facing illnesses, some grief, some personal sadness, some just seem to be under attack and others are facing change… please pray for them.  Our hearts are heavy for them today.

“The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.” James 5:16

We are so grateful to be experiencing God’s peace, presence, forgiveness, comfort and joy in the midst of this storm.  We pray the same for you.

We love you,
Cindy and John

Decisions

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

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