HeartWalk

What is THE number one killer of Americans today? Heart disease. The third killer is stroke. So in effort to provide education and support for the American Heart Association, I am walking in the HeartWalk this Saturday.

If you want to raise money and/or walk with us, leave a comment here, and I'll get you the info.

If you would like to support me in the walk, go here:

Katrina's Donor Page

Peace like a river!
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Inhale

How delightful is your love,
my sister, my bride!
How much more pleasing is
your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your
perfume than any spice!

[SOS 4.10]

For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. To the one we are the smell of death; to the other, the fragrance of life. And who is equal to such a task? Unlike so many, we do not peddle the word of God for profit. On the contrary, in Christ we speak before God with sincerity, like men sent from God.

[2 C 2.15.17]

No one sews a patch of unshrunk cloth on an old garment, for the patch will pull away from the garment, making the tear worse. Neither do men pour new wine into old wineskins. If they do, the skins will burst, the wine will run out and the wineskins will be ruined. No, they pour new wine into new wineskins, and both are preserved.

[Matt 9.16.17]

I will send my messenger
ahead of you,
who will prepare your way
before you.

[Mal 3.1; Mk 1.2]

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.

[Matt 11.28.30]

We are weak, but...

Currently, we (as a country) are mourning. After hurricane Katrina, there was a shift of urgency, frustration, and even blame that flooded the major news media. But I think covertly that the main frustrations were more grassroots. People are taking in other people. People are taking the time to help the hungry and homeless. So in my direct circle of concern, I find myself enjoying the mourning. (Most likely since it I’m not directly attacked by the hurricane, but that is another entry…) Nevertheless, I am hopeful about the stage that this destruction brings. Some things will be rebuilt, others will never be rebuilt, but we all have something to look hopeful towards. When you’re at the bottom, the only way is up.

Now, with hurricane Rita, the storms are close to home.
This morning, I tried calling my family down in Madisonville, TX, and I found myself frustrated with hardly any reliable means of communicating with them since the towers are basically out of commission. Since my little sister just returned home from the hospital (after delivering her baby girl), the focus was there instead of on the weather pattern heading their way. When I briefly spoke with my mom last night, I head an alarm going off in the background. It was really the baby’s cries, but I thought it was ironic and eerie how I heard the crying as an alarm. Earlier this week, my great-grandmother, Myrtle, died – she was a great woman, and she is finally where she belongs.

With all of these things happening, the family feels tired, anxious, and frustrated.
And I’m sure that we’re not alone. Who knows what the next few days will bring.


Whatever happens, consider it pure joy… hmmmmm mmmm hmmmm mmmm hmmmm mmmm mmmm…. “… for the Bible tells me so; little ones to him belong. They are weak but He is strong…”


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