My dear brothers and sisters,
How precious you all are. The trials of the spirit and of the flesh that you all are going through
and still take the time to think about me is truly amazing.
I see the Day Star rising within me, warming and strengthening me, putting Life back into my frame.
I do know that pride can be very deceptive, and it reared it's ugly head within me and I did not see
what it was until Steve showed me.
You know most of what I have is either second hand or curb-side stuff, except a guitar I bought
only weeks before Bible Truths appeared on the scene, and I haven't hardly touched it since.
I had intended to really get into music, theory, work my way up to a higher level, but that all
changed once I began to study Ray's writings. Everything else had to fall in behind what God has
in store for me at this time.
I can only Hope that it is in His Will for me to keep my internet connection, as separation from you
would be very heavy indeed. If I do lose my line, then I'll just have to live with that for as long as
He deems necessary.
What I have written to you I have never discussed with any one, as there is nobody who understands
where I am coming from. After all these years I have learned to remain silent, as in the past all that
I have achieved is more contention and strife.
My son was almost killed not too long ago. He was struck by a car while crossing on a crosswalk.
The car that hit him went through a red light. He sustained sever damage to one of his legs and to his head.
Scott was born premature and suffer damage to his eyes from the oxygen he was given in order to save his life.
He has problems focusing while reading and cannot at a distance. With all of his setbacks and difficulties,
he graduated from high school and has worked steady ever since. Now everything has changed for him. He has not lost
his sense of humor though.
In the intensive care unit I held his hand and told him that I loved him. I love you dad he said and squeezed my hand.
A very good surgeon saved his leg after many hours of surgery. A man sent from God.
He has had one operation to relieve the pressure on his right eye and that was successful, combined with medication.
His left eye is going to be operated on, if not he will eventually go blind. Glaucoma I believe is part of the problem.
Vision at present is about twenty-five percent. He goes to therapy five times a week for his leg. He walks with a slight limp but
his walking is improving, no more walking aids or canes.
I have come to understand that surviving being hit by a vehicle at that speed is rare.
My youngest son Brad called to let me know what had happened. They have an apartment in another city.
I stood in the room beside Scott, touching him, seeing his blood all over him, his clothes cut away, the cuts and scrapes.
There was no fear within me, a little apprehension perhaps as to what the surgeon would have to say.
I seemed that I could feel HIS presence within that emergency room. My son was still alive.
You know I can't really tell you the thoughts that were going through my mind, But I thought of The Father and His Son.
He was with His Son through all of the suffering and torture, second by second. I understand that our Savior had to die,
but I cannot think about that too much. My mind starts to shut down. HOW GREAT IS THEIR LOVE FOR US?
I never meant to say all of this, but I guess it was time.
Love and Peace to you, and may His Grace increase our faith in Him. Amen
Ches
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