The power of Prayer

I know it has been a while since I last wrote. To tell the truth there was not much going on to talk about. However that has changed. Last night while my family and I where sleeping, our house was broken into. Yes, we were BURGLARIZED!
Someone or Some people took it upon themselves to walk into my house and take what was not theirs. I must say I was very shocked when I saw my back door wide open this morning. At first I thought maybe my husband got up to let the dog out and did not close the back door. I noticed the back door open to our garage, with the garage door open. I went up to ask my husband if that is what happened and he said no why do you ask. It was at that moment the room I was standing in was spinning. I ran to the kitchen looking for my purse. I could not find it anywhere. I informed my husband I could not find my purse. That the back door was wide open with the garage door open when I walked into the kitchen. I ran up to the kids bedroom to find them in their rooms sleeping. I woke them both up and informed them I think we were robbed. Now the family is up looking around the house to see what was missing. All that we could determine was what was in our kitchen and our dinning room was taken.
My purse, my husband work lap top, my husbands phone, and our camera.
I called the police filed the report. I called all the necessary people to inform them of what I was missing from my purse. I have to tell you I am sick to my stomach that this happened. While I was on my way home from the bank, I said a quick prayer.
I thanked God for keeping my family safe while we were sleeping. I can live with some things missing, but I can't live without my family. While I was thanking God, I was a little selfish and asked God, If the people who took our things could somehow find a way to get my purse back to me with all my cards and information back that would be nice. In my purse was my eye glasses I use when I am at work. I really needed them. I was not expecting anything more from God. I felt funny even asking him for that. As I walked into my house I see on my kitchen table MY PURSE!!!!!!
My husband got a phone call from a Gaston saying they found my purse by a pump. The person working called our house when I was at the bank. So my husband went to pick it up for me and then he went back to work. All the important things I needed were in my purse. I again was blessed.
There is a God, and the power of prayer does work!
Oh, and make sure you LOCK YOUR HOUSE UP!!!!!!!

What was that all about

I am writing this because I just don't know what to make out of this. Maybe if whoever reads this can help me.

On May 27th, I received an e-mail from a long lost cousin. I was very surprised to say the least. The e-mail was an invitation to attend her oldest sons graduation party. I was very touch that she would even want to extend the invitation. We were never close as children. In the e-mail I was asked to send her my other brother and sisters e-mail addresses so they could get an invitation as well. I thought maybe now that we are adults with our own families she maybe would want to try to reconnect. One can only hope. I accepted the invitation. In her e-mail she never said when the party was going to be. She did say they were watching the weather to pick a date. I replied that I would be happy to attend the party, just let me know what the date would be. I never got a reply. To this day I am still waiting for the date. Then on on May 30th, I got a phone call from my sister who said she never got an invitation and that the party I was invited to was held on Sat. May 29th.
My sister said our brother received a phone call from our Aunt who invited our brother to the party. Our brother did not go to the party. When I heard this I was so mad. Who goes to the trouble of sending a empty invitation? What kind of person does that and WHY?
In other words, What was that all about?

One step a head, two back..

My day started at 5 a.m. with my lovey old dog who woke me up before the alarm did, to inform me had to go out. After rubbing the sleep from my eyes and making the coffee, I was looking out the kitchen window thinking to myself what a beautiful, peaceful morning it was. Then I looked towards the calender on our wall and there it was plain as day, on today's date it read Appointment! O.M.G.! I knew my son had a Dr. appointment, but I didn't know what time. I frenetically look in my ipod calender and I see that the appointment time reads 7am. I knew right then my beautiful, peaceful morning just gone to hell in a hand basket. I couldn't call the Dr.'s office because they did not turn the phones on until 8:30am. Which meant that their office did not open until 8am. So, Like the good mother I am, I wake my son up and tell him the good news. Well, let me say I am one lucky mother to have a son who is so kind about a little mishap like that one. To smooth things over I bribe him with breakfast before we went to the Dr. office. We arrive to the Dr.'s office at 8am. Embarrassed that I don't know what time the appointment was I was graciously informed it is at 9:45am. Well, the good news is that we did not miss the appointment, and we were not late. (lol) The bad news was the Dr. was not due to the office until 9am. So we went home and waited for the appropriate appointment time. I then had to call the office I work at and inform them that I was going to be late for work. It's a good think I have a great office to work at.
The Dr. appointment for my son was with his pulmonologist. My son suffers with asthma. The appointment was just his 6 months check up. I thought that this simple check up was going to be a good visit. We learned today that even though he is not symptomatic, his asthma is not good. My son's asthma is in a moderate to sever range. According to the tests he had today, his he has lost 1/3 of what his lung capacity was six months ago. I was shocked to say the least. My son has no symptoms of active asthma that I could see. This young man plays baseball, hockey and never complains that he is having a hard time breathing. The Dr. explained that It is the non symptomatic patients that are the scariest. That is because one minute you are feeling fine and then you can have an attack the next minute.
I am so happy we went to the Dr. appointment. We have changed his medicine and I hope he will have better results in 6 months.
So to sum up, my beautiful, peaceful morning turned out a little hectic but very educational to say the least.
In other words, I am very grateful that things turned out as well as they did.
Thank you God for that.

Ok, so the man was right.

For those that don't know me I think a little insight to my background will help you when you are reading my blog. I am a middle aged woman who has battled with dyslexia and ADHD her entire life. I have always been labeled "the problem one, the one who can't sit still, or the one who can't focus. Oh by the way did I mention that I was legally blind as a child. No, well I was. OK so now I think you understand where I am going with this. yes I had a hard childhood, and an adult life for that matter. My struggles have not changed much over the years. I still can't sit still, I still have a hard time focusing. (Oh look a chicken) ha ha. I still battle with my dyslexia. My dyslexia is not so much with how I see things, now that I have sight. (lol) My dyslexia comes when I am speaking. Having a conversation with me can be quite interesting or taxing depending on how one feels at that time.
An example of the dyslexia: Today I was speaking with my husband about how many bird houses we should have for our back yard. I asked him Well how many bird cages do you think we should get for the yard. The key word was cages. I meant houses. My dear husband just Laughed. I love that about him.
I always tried to hide these problems that I have. I have always been ashamed of them. As I get older I find that these are not problems, but mere inconveniences. They are what made me the person I am today. I am a hard working woman who loves her family and friends. In other words, God made me just the way he wanted me. I see now the man was right.