Why a Black Cloud?

I will explain the "black cloud". My mother's family from time to time would say that if anything bad that could happen would happen to them and called it the black cloud. I find this to be true in my life almost on a daily basis. Just like a friend my black cloud is present everyday. Let me make this clear...I talk about my black cloud in an entirely jokingly way. I laugh about most things, even when they are bad....it's all going to be alright. My faith is such that the Lord will provide and even if I don't know how in the world we are going to fix whatever has happened, he knows. So please any of my bad things that I mention, know that I am laughing and remaining faithful while I am typing! And please LAUGH because I am!

He that is afraid of bad luck will never know good" -RussianProverb

Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope

Monday, February 13, 2012


Even after having two other children who have had to have their tonsils and adenoids removed, I was terrified about Madison's surgery. Maybe because I am older. (AGE, something every doctor blames everything on...so I figured I would-lol). Logically, I knew it needed to be done. I, after all, was the one who pushed us to see the specialist when the family doc was being wishy washy about it. So why was I suddenly filled with uneasiness?

I started asking for prayers....from my church family...from my former church family...from my fellow students...prayers not only for Madison, her surgeon and the procedure, but for ME. I needed to find peace with   this uneasiness. I didn't know if it was just plain old mama worry or if I needed to call it all off.

Wednesday, we got ready and went to the surgery center. I woke with that peace I had prayed for...that I had asked others to pray for.
Madison's surgery went well. She is healing....but we both caught a bug and have been sick since the day after the surgery...probably not the best way to recuperate but she doesn't let anything keep her down for long.
I am thankful for the prayers that so many prayed for us. I am thankful God took care of Madison and guided her doctor. I am thankful for my little trooper, who so bravely walked away with a total stranger (the nurse) into the operating room, even though the night before she had said she wasn't ready to get her tonsils "tooken" out. I think the peace I was needing, she needed too. Thankful God gave it to us both.

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