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**New March 2008- This website is a memory of my experiences with cancer and does not get updated. I feel like its a good snapshot of those earlier days, but does not define my life now. I'd rather keep it the way it was rather than changing it in any way. To read up on how I'm doing now, catch me on Facebook, or MySpace. Email me for the links skcarre@msn.com**

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust." Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler And from the perilious pestilence. He shall cover you with His feathers, And under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and your buckler. You shall not be afriad of the terror by night, Nor of the arrow that flies by day, Nor of the pesilence that walks in darkness, Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday. A thousand may fall at your side, And ten thousand at your right hand; But it shall not come near you. Only with your eyes shall you look, And see the reward of the wicked. Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge, Even the Most High, your dwelling place, No evil shall befall you; Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling; For He shall give His angels charge over you, To keep you in all your ways. In their hands they shall bear you up, Lest you dash your foot against a stone. You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra, The young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot. Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore I will deliver him; I will set him on high, because he has known My name. He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him. I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him. And show him My salvation. -Psalm 91 (NKJV)

Without the LOVE OF GOD and many comforting emails, scriptures, and humor that I've received over the past year, it would have been a very hard year. I want to share some of it with you.........

I also want this to be a place where you submit your personal writings. Too often those of us who are enduring this disease, need a place to go and read other's words of how they cope. To find out how to include your works on this page, click the email on the bottom of this page.

The Contents:

You're My Hero (from Veronica)
It is Well (an email from Chenelle)
Does God Dance on Your Potato Chips? (Daily Blessings.com)
Praise Dance (an email from Beatrice)
Faith in Action (an email from Brenda)
God will Bring Through (an email)

Veronica To Ms. Sophia What is a hero? A hero in some people mind is a person who does great feats, to save the world or an individual person. A hero can be defined as one who goes beyond his/her limitations to save someone from a bad situation (Veronica’s definition)……A hero can get publicity, attention, and people can just pour themselves all over this person momentarily for the great thing they did. Whether it was saving a drowning child, pulling a person from a burning building, climbing a tree to save a pet or giving someone CPR. Whatever the case may be, that is how the world classifies or defines a hero. Sophia, you are my hero. Why? Because you have stood the test of pain and endurance like non other. You’ve caused many unbeknownst to yourself to look at life differently. I appreciate my life more now because the Lord, in all of His wonder, has allowed me to meet you. A kind person, with the heart of gold and the smile that can fill a room as if it were filled with thousands of pink roses on a summer day. I know that we have not known each other very long but you are always in my prayers, my heart and my spirit. I know we don’t even talk on the phone often but you have made an impact on my life that will fill my days with nothing but gratitude. Thank you for being strong on days when you were asking God why me? Thank you for smiling when tears were deeply embedded in your eyes. You didn’t complain, even though you were in pain, Thank you. Thank you for the kind words given to me when I was making a transition in my life as Minister. Sophia, you are my hero, and I when I grow up I wanna be just like you.... May the Lord continue to have His way in your life. Greater are your latter days, your eyes have not seen neither have your ears heard the wonderful, bountiful blessings God has in store for Sophia…… Love you much, Veronica

Chenelle Girl I know you need to vent so if you ever need to call and lash out I'm here and don't even worry about it. We all get frustrated with our lot that is given to us, and we all question God, but I'll leave these two thoughts for you, one's a song and the other a quote from Job: "It Is Well" When peace like a river attendeth my way When sorrows like sea billows roll WHATEVER MY LOT, THOU HAST TAUGHT ME TO SAY IT IS WELL, IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL "Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him." - Job 13, vs 15 "But he knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold." - Job 23:10 Remember if you ever need to talk or need anything don't hesitate to call me anytime of the day. Love you, C

Daily Blessings Does God Dance on Your Potato Chips? Not too long ago I had "one of those days." I was feeling pressure from a writing deadline. I had company arriving in a couple days and the toilet was clogged. I went to the bank, and the trainee teller processing my deposit had to start over three times. I swung by the supermarket to pick up a few things and the lines were serpentine. By the time I got home, I was frazzled and sweaty and in a hurry to get something on the table for dinner. Deciding on Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, I grabbed a can opener, cranked open the can, then remembered I had forgotten to buy milk at the store. Nix the soup idea. Setting the can aside, I went to plan B, which was leftover baked beans. I grabbed a Tupperware from the fridge, popped the seal, took a look and groaned. My husband isn't a picky eater, but even HE won't eat baked beans that look like caterpillars. Really frustrated now, I decided on a menu that promised to be as foolproof as it is nutrition-free: hot dogs and potato chips. Retrieving a brand new bag of chips from the cupboard, I grabbed the cellophane and gave a hearty pull. The bag didn't open. I tried again. Nothing happened. I took a breath, doubled my muscle, and gave the bag a hearty wrestle. With a loud pop, the cellophane suddenly gave way, ripping wide from top to bottom. Chips flew sky high. I was left holding the bag, and it was empty. It was the final straw. I let out a blood curdling scream. "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!" My husband heard my unorthodox cry for help. Within minutes he was standing at the doorway to the kitchen, where he surveyed the damage: an opened can of soup, melting groceries, moldy baked beans, and one quivering wife standing ankle deep in potato chips. My husband did the most helpful thing he could think of at the moment. He took a flying leap, landing flat-footed in the pile of chips. And then he began to stomp and dance and twirl, grinding those chips into my linoleum in the process! I stared. I fumed. Pretty soon I was working to stifle a smile. Eventually I had to laugh. And finally I decided to join him. I, too, took a leap onto the chips. And then I danced. Now I'll be the first to admit that my husband's response wasn't the one I was looking for. But the truth is, it was exactly what I needed. I didn't need a cleanup crew as much as I needed an attitude adjustment, and the laughter from that rather funky moment provided just that. So now I have a question for you, and it's simply this: Has God ever stomped on your chips? I know that, in my life, there have been plenty of times when I've gotten myself into frustrating situations and I've cried out for help, all the while hoping God would show up with a celestial broom and clean up the mess I've made of things. What often happens instead is that God dances on my chips, answering my prayer in a completely different manner than I had expected, but in the manner that is best for me after all. Sometimes I can see right away that God's response was the best one after all. Sometimes I have to wait weeks or months before I begin to understand how and why God answered a particular prayer the way he did. There are even some situations that, years later, I'm still trying to understand. I figure God will fill me in sooner or later, either this side of Heaven or beyond. Can I embrace what He's offering? Can I let His joy adjust my attitude? Am I going to stand on the sidelines and sulk, or am I willing to learn the steps of the dance he's dancin' with my needs in mind? I'll be honest with you: Sometimes I sulk. Sometimes I dance. I'm working on doing more of the latter than the former. I guess the older I get the more I realize that He really does know what He's doing. He loves me and I can trust Him. Even when the chips are down.

Beatrice: Whee-hoo!!!! I don't have a swivel chair to do a proper praise dance, but I did one anyway. I should say thank-you to you for showing me how a great faith in God can get you through anything, with pride and strength. You are truly amazing. I can only imagine the inspiration you have been to everyone else, you were an amazing inspiration to me. The Chemo Countdown is over and I am very pleased. I am sure you are so happy that words cannot express it. Whenever you decide to come to NY again, we must throw a BBQ for you. Oh and I really want to have some ribs again - LOL. Love you more than you'll ever know, Beatrice Gabriella is still sleeping so I'll read your email to her when she awakens.

Brenda: We are so glad you hung in there and God is going to use you for His glory. Even through your ups and downs you didn't continuously complain around us. We know it wasn't easy and you're a jewel. Thank God we know you. For you're faith in ACTION.

From Email: One day a while back, a man, his heart heavy with grief, was walking in the woods. As he thought about his life this day, he knew many things were not right. He thought about those who had lied about him back when he had a job. His thoughts turned to those who had stolen his things and cheated him. He remembered family that had passed on. His mind turned to the illness he had that no one could cure. His very soul was filled with anger, resentment and frustration.
Standing there this day, searching for answers he could not find, knowing all else had failed him, he knelt at the base of an old oak tree to seek the one he knew would always be there, and with tears in his eyes, he prayed "Lord- You have done wonderful things for me in this life. You have told me to do many things for you, and I happily obeyed. Today, you have told me to forgive. I am sad, Lord, because I cannot. I don't know how. It is not fair Lord. I didn't deserve these wrongs that were done against me and I shouldn't have to forgive. As perfect as your way is Lord, this one thing I cannot do, for I don't know how to forgive. My anger is so deep Lord, I fear I may not hear you, but I pray that you teach me to do this one thing I cannot do - Teach me To Forgive.
As he knelt there in the quiet shade of that old oak tree, he felt something fall onto his shoulder. He opened his eyes. Out of the corner of one eye, he saw something red on his shirt. He could not turn to see what it was because where the oak tree had been was a large square piece of wood in the ground. He raised his head and saw two feet held to the wood with a large spike through them. He raised his head more, and tears came to his eyes as he saw Jesus hanging on a cross. He saw spikes in His hands, a gash in His side, a torn and battered body, deep thorns sunk into His head.
Finally he saw the suffering and pain on His precious face. As their eyes met, the man's tears turned to sobbing, and Jesus began to speak. Have you ever told a lie, he asked? The man answered - yes Lord. Have you ever been given too much change and kept it? The man answered yes Lord. And the man sobbed more and more. Have you ever taken something from work that wasn't yours, Jesus asked? And the man answered yes Lord. Have you ever sworn, using my Father's name in vain? The man, crying now, answered yes Lord.
As Jesus asked many more times, "Have you ever"? The man's crying became uncontrollable, for he could only answer yes Lord. Then Jesus turned His head from one side to the other, and the man felt something fall on his other shoulder. He looked and saw that it was the blood of Jesus. When he looked back up, his eyes met those of Jesus, and there was a look of love the man had never seen or known before. Jesus said, I didn't deserve this either, but I forgive you.
It may be hard to see how you're going to get through something, but when you look back in life, you realize how true this statement is Read the line slowly and let it sink in. This is simple, and important. Read on....This first line is deep.
If God brings you to it - He will bring you through it. Lord I love You and I need You, come into my heart, Today. For without You I can do nothing. Author unknown--

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