Hatfield House (in the city)

Just new stuff today....

I called to talk to my Dad last night and my step mom told me that he had a CT scan last week, and has a mass in (or on) his brain and fluid build up. He has another appt in Cleveland on the 2nd of April that I am going to be there for. Guess we'll find out more then.
Why didn't she call me? I don't know...
Talked to my brother and told him last night too, and neither one of us feel very welcome to visit our Dad anymore. I mean, with our Mom, no one ever had to get a hotel... we'd grab blankets and pillows and sleep on the floor if we were all home together, but to go to a doc appt with my Dad, I have to get a hotel room (I live 4 hours away) and drive myself to his appt the following day (another hour) because her son (my step brother?) is driving them to Cleveland.
Ever feel like a 5th wheel in your own family?

But I am going and no one's little difficulties will make a difference.

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This morning has been peaceful so far, I've looked up Dad's condition and am armed with info for myself and questions for the doctor.

Abby is going with me, and we are getting a hotel about 6 miles or so away from Dad's house. And, I'm taking my little chihuahua. His kennel will fit neatly in the back and a soft cushy blanket will serve the purpose whilst we are in the docs office.

Today I have to get an oil change, and have some things checked on my vehicle, so we can be ready to go.

The Lord will be with us, I am sure. He continues to keep his hand on me, and I am so very thankful, because I need Him so.

Know I know the true meaning of the "Footprints" poem.

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Footprints in the Sand

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.

Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.

In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.

Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,

other times there were one set of footprints.

This bothered me because I noticed

that during the low periods of my life,

when I was suffering from

anguish, sorrow or defeat,

I could see only one set of footprints.

So I said to the Lord,

"You promised me Lord,

that if I followed you,

you would walk with me always.

But I have noticed that during

the most trying periods of my life

there have only been one

set of footprints in the sand.

Why, when I needed you most,

you have not been there for me?"

The Lord replied,

"The times when you have

seen only one set of footprints in the sand,

is when I carried you."

Mary Stevenson

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{ 10:11, Thursday, March 27, 2008 } { Posted by seventhheaven }

Ive often thot of Footprints in the San during rough times in my life......... And on the topic of your family .... ive been through times like this with mine..... I think your are doing the right thing..... When praying over my own difficulties I felt the Lord would say to me that he would honor me by honoring my parents and choosing to love inspite of the hurts. Hope all goes well with your dad.

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{ 11:09, Sunday, March 30, 2008 } { Posted by Schatzi }

Love that poem....the original author of that poem was Margaret Fishback Powers....it sure is such a reminder of how the Lord carries us all the time....I pray that you have a wonderful visit with your Dad and that you find the answers to your list of questions.

Have a blessed Sunday.

Connie