What do you fear? Monsters under the bed? The oil spill in the Gulf ? Our current government?
Me, I fear MS. Multiple Sclorosis.
I emailed our bishop at church, asked for help with the yard. Because I am here in Louisiana visiting family, and Bart is sick, our yard will be abandoned...as it is, I bet our neighbors to the east of us probably think we are total white trash because we don't weed eat EVERY time we cut the grass. But for Bart to cut the grass would worsen his current numb feet and other issues. So, I figured I'd call around and ask for help. There is one family at church who has cut our grass twice and done a fabulous job. Figured I'd call and ask them to do it again. Then I thought, just ask the bishop. So, I did. Swallowed that ball of pride, you know?
I am also faithful that he will be okay in the end...and since a very left field opportunity came up for Bart to drive to LA and back home...all expenses paid (basically), I am faithful he will heal quickly. So, I will pray each night (and ask each of you to do the same) to pray that Bart will heal without the need of hospitalization, so he can drive to his business trip, then to LA, with full health and function, no long term lasting effects of a horrible disease. That he will be able to continue to play each day with his little boys that adore him and function as he should. Maybe even a cure for MS, if you aren't pressed for time.
I do not talk about Bart having MS often. It is that deep, dark, fear in the pit of my stomach fear that I keep to myself because I do not want pity or empty words or nothingness. But today I call out to each of you, asking for a healing miracle for my husband, the "man of my dreams", Bart. So, tonight, as you kiss your husband hello when he comes home, say a little pray for mine.
(Oh, and Bart, don't get mad I posted this...we need the faith of our friends and family to heal you!)