I got kicked out of ministry school because of helping my friend Carl. About a month ago, he got pneumonia and ended up at the ER, not being able to breathe. Scared and alone, he thought about who he could call that would be there for him, pray with him, and help him. All 3 answers were Debbie, so he had the nurse call me. I went straight over to the hospital without a second thought. To make a long story shorter, he ended up coming home with me so I could care for him. I was in a rough spot financially, and he was looking for a new place to live, so since we were good friends, got along great, and I had the extra room, he moved in. Within two weeks of him moving in, I got a call from my school administrator. I was given this ultimatum, either make Carl move out ASAP, drop out of school, or they would put me out. By living together we were giving the appearance of evil, and then she asked me point blank if he and I were having sex, or if we ever had sex. I said no, never. He has his room and I have mine, and that he was helping me financially. Still she said the ultimatum stands. No question, Carl's been there for me and i've been there for him, we are best friends, and no way would I put my best friend out on the streets, winter or not. So, Carl stayed and I dropped out. 6 months more and i'd have had my 3 year degree.

I know we made the right choice. We are best friends, get along great, and trust each other completely. I might never find that in another roommate. What's hurts is that we are encouraged to come back to church there, but i'm not allowed at school. Doesn't make much sense, so we found a couple other churches to attend and they accept us on our word. Imagine, people that know you don't believe you, but total strangers do.

Hey Friends:

Lately i've been getting those forwarded messages saying, "what if the one you truly loved, or your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell them how you felt?" You never really take it seriously until it's happened to you. The first time it happened to me was with my brother. He was younger than me, just 30 yrs old. I kept meaning to call him, but things would come up, I'd get busy and before I knew it, it was too late to call. That's ok, there's always tomorrow i'd say to myself. But, that tomorrow never came. That tomorrow, I had a police officer at my door, telling me my brother was killed in a construction accident.

The second time it happened, it was a wonderful man that I was getting to know, and you know how you just resist saying certain things because the time just didn't seem right. We were just days from being together, making plans and were so happy. On Mon. morning, we talked on the phone while he was driving. He sounded like he was getting a cold, he said he was fine. Tues. morning he called me from his motel room, before I left for work. Before he hung up he said, "when I hang up, i'm going to roll over, and hug my pillows tight, just as though I was hugging you." Those were the last words he ever said to me. Late Wed. night, he was rushed to the hospital. One lung had collapsed and the other was filling with fluid. He passed away at 1 pm. on Fri.

Neither time did I get to say goodbye or tell either of them I loved them. I think of my brother often, and still miss him even though he's been gone almost 15 yrs. That wonderful man, can't remember how many times I replayed the message he left on the answering machine. Nor will I ever forget the sunset we shared or the song he sang to me. Alan Jackson's "Too much of a good thing," and how he said we had a "good thing going on." Etched in my heart are those final words he said to me.

To my brother David and to Robert, I love and miss you both. To all of you out there that take the time to read this, don't wait. If you truly love someone, tell them. If you feel like calling, call. Don't wait until it's too late.

Hi Friends, I just love it when I can share testinmonies with people, it strengthens and renews my faith every time. God is such an AWESOME God, and witnessing his power to heal is so amazing.

During the week of March 24th, I ran into a church member/friend as I was leaving Walmart. She hadn't been to church in a while and she was being aided by her daughter. She said her kidneys were functioning properly, her liver was failing and it was possible that she had liver cancer. I told her we would be praying for her, and would she mind if my ministry partner and I came to her home to prya with her. She said, "please do that." That following Sun. Mar. 30, he and I did just that. After church, we went to her home, laid hands on her and prayed for her. When we finished, she said she felt someone touch her at her head and move thru her body. The next day she said, she went back to the Dr. and he was so astounded that he did the tests twice. She said the Dr. can't find anything wrong with me. Now, she wants to go to church and with Carl and I by her side, give her testimony, that God healed her.

Got an update on an earlier blog, concerning our prayer baby Alexis. We saw her at the mall yesterday. She's so beautiful, a real little angel. There isn't much to her, but she's a fighter. Praise God once again, she is now cancer free.

Thank You God, Amen

Been working in the shop with Carl on his race car for the past several weeks. Yesterday the guys started talking to me about racing powderpuffs. I said I don't think so. Then the talking and trying to convince me to do it started and it ended with them telling me, "we can fix up the blue Lumina for you." As much fun as it sounds, i'm staying off the oval and behind the scenes. I love working on the cars and being in the racing pit area. At least that's my story for now, and i'm sticking to it. LOL