My hair is 48.5 inches long. Growing slowly.
Mayela's mom made me a crochet headband with a flower on the side. I love it. She gave it to me at Zumba tonight. My husband said it's very me. It's kind of 1930s-ish looking. Black and white. Mayela gave me some stuff to rub on my back too that she says works well. The package is all in Spanish. It's smells like Vick's Vaporub. I like it too.
Uncle Jim. They cannot do anything for him. He's been on massive blood thinners so they cannot do any surgery. He's still sedated so he doesn't know what's happened. It's hard to know what to pray for. For complete healing. It's possible. For quick, painless dying. That's what I'd want. Who wouldn't. I know he wouldn't want to not live at his home or be dependent upon others. He's very independent. I'll pray for perfect healing. For God's will. And I'll pray in the Holy Spirit.
It's snowing outside.
What more can I say. Not much.
1 Cor 12:29-30 (NIV) Are all apostles? Are all prophets? Are all teachers? Do all work miracles? Do all have gifts of healing? Do all speak in tongues? Do all interpret?
John 3:8 The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.”