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Religion – A Repost

This is a repost of An Opinionated Man’s from 4/22/15 “Why the Word of God Hurts”.

I have gone public with my belief or lack of belief in organized religions.  This article says a lot of it very well.





Rain and God

This was sent to me in an email.  I decided to check it out.

Snopes states that it is true—> Here <—-  I wanted to share it with you.

Note:  My daughter (the Doctor who just got married) was born with pneumonia.  She should have died.  God watched over her.  This story reminded me.  Perhaps, I should post the story someday.

May God bless and every one of you today!

The smell of rain
A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still groggy from surgery.

Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news.
That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver couple’s new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.

At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature..
Still, the doctor’s soft words dropped like bombs.
‘I don’t think she’s going to make it,’ he said,
as kindly as he could.

‘There’s only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one’

Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana
would likely face if she survived.

She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on.

‘No! No!’ was all Diana could say.

She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four.

Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was
slipping away

But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana. Because Dana ‘s underdeveloped nervous system was essentially ‘raw’, the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn’t even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love.

All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would
stay close to their precious little girl.

There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger.

But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there.

At last, when Dana turned two months old, her parents were able to hold her in their arms
for the very first time.

And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.
Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life.

She showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply, she was everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy ending is far from the end of her story.

One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving , Texas , Dana was sitting in her mother’s lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin’s baseball team was practicing.

As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby, when she suddenly fell silent. Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked, ‘Do you smell that?’
Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, ‘Yes, it smells like rain.’

Dana closed her eyes and again asked,
‘Do you smell that?’

Once again, her mother replied, ‘Yes, I think we’re about to get wet. It smells like rain.’

Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced,
‘No, it smells like Him.

‘It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest.’
Tears blurred Diana’s eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other children.
Before the rains came, her daughter’s words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along.

During those long days and nights of her first two months
of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His chest and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.

*If you want to see  more pictures, click on one of the pics above to go the the story.  I don’t think I need to say much.  I welcome your comments.



To dream? That is not the Question! To Sleep – Ah, Yes!

Well, last night was the second night on my new bed (mattress and box springs). The first night I slept soundly.

Last night, however, I tossed and micro-slept for an hour, then had to get up I was up about 2 hours at the computer and, finally, went back to bed about 4 and slept until 9 (with a couple of breaks).

All-in-all, I am still one tired person.

I don’t think it was the bed; I think I just concentrated on things that kept me awake instead of asleep. I thought about active things and thought things through instead of just letting myself think, forget, and sleep. I will try better tonight.

Today (Thursday) I went to visit the Reflexologist. She worked on my feet (of course). She brought out pains I didn’t even know I had, though they felt, somehow, familiar. She told me that I don’t digest my food very well and that my pancreas is blocked. My hip pain is stemming from my shoulder.

Where she worked to restore the normal meridians, my shoulder and lower leg hurt horribly. She said that might happen. Also, my feet still hurt where she told me I have problems. It was amazing how it all ties together, but that shouldn’t surprise me.

The thing that hurts the most is my lower-middle back, right around my spine at my waist. I know that pain and it can come from sleeping poorly (in a poor position) or from straining somehow. It is not going away. I decided to give it to Monday then go to the chiropractor. There are some stretching exercises I can try that might help (they have before).

After the visit, I prepared to meet some friends for a birthday celebration for one of them. We had a good time. But, you know, it was all falling short because of this back pain. I sit here now and it doesn’t hurt, but it will, horribly, when I get up.  (I also noticed that it is Google’s 14th Birthday!)

I feel like a cripple and I don’t like that at all. I want to be back to walking everywhere and playing volleyball and doing exercises much more often. I have my affirmations and my vision board. Now, I need the same thing doctors need -> p-a-t-i-e-n-c-e !
Sorry for the horrible pun. But, I do!

What slows you down?

What brings out the need for patience in you?

I hope you have learned how to cope. I am there in a lot of ways, but still have some distance to go.

Any thoughts?


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