Rev's Bob L and Carolyn Elliott's Blog

"Living Bible" ~ What a great story!!!

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 15:22:33 GMT

Now this is the Living Bible:

His name is Bill. He has wild hair, wears a T-shirt with holes in it, jeans, and no shoes. This was literally his wardrobe for his entire four years of college.

He is brilliant. Kind of profound and very, very bright. He became a Christian while attending college.

Across the street from the campus is a well-dressed, very conservative church. They want to develop a ministry to the students but are not sure how to go about it.

One day Bill decides to go there. He walks in with no shoes, jeans, his T-shirt, and wild hair. The service has already started and so Bill starts down the aisle looking for a seat.

The church is completely packed and he can't find a seat. By now, people are really looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one says anything.

Bill gets closer and closer and closer t o the pulpit, and when he realizes there are no seats, he just squats down right on the carpet.

By now the people are really uptight, and the tension in the air is thick.

About this time, the minister realizes that from way at the back of the church, a deacon is slowly making his way toward Bill.

Now the deacon is in his eighties, has silver-gray hair, and a three-piece suit. A godly man, very elegant, very dignified, very courtly.

He walks with a cane and, as he starts walking toward this boy, everyone is saying to themselves that you can't blame him for what he's going to do.

How can you expect a man of his age and of his background to understand some college kid on the floor?

It takes a long time for the man to reach the boy.

The church is utterly silent except for the clicking of the man's cane. All eyes are focused on him. You can't even hear anyone breathing. The minister can't even preach the sermon until the deacon does what he has to do.

And now they see this elderly man drop his cane on the floor. With great difficulty, he lowers himself and sits down next to Bill and worships with him so he won't be alone.

Everyone chokes up with emotion. When the minister gains control, he says ...... "What I'm about to preach, you will never remember. What you have just seen, you will never forget"

"Be careful how you live. You may be the only Bible some people will ever read!"

I asked the Lord to bless you, as I prayed for you today. To guide you and protect you, as you go along your way....His love is always with you, His promises are true,
And when we give Him all our cares, you know He will see us through.

Taking Care of Business

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 15:17:22 GMT

To: YOU
Date: TODAY
From: GOD
Subject: YOURSELF
Reference: LIFE

This is God. Today I will be handling All of your problems for you. I do Not need your help. So, have a nice day.
I love you.

P.S. And, remember...
If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do Not attempt to resolve it yourself! Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. I will get to it in MY TIME. All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours.

Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now.

Should you decide to send this to a friend; Thank you. You may have touched their life in ways you will never know!

Now, you have a nice day.
God

God has seen you struggling,
God says it's over....

Tools and Their True Uses

Tue, 29 Jan 2008 21:28:25 GMT

DRILL PRESS: A tall upright machine useful for suddenly snatching flat metal bar stock out of your hands so that it smacks you in the chest and flings your pop across the room, splattering it against that freshly-stained heirloom piece you were drying.

WIRE WHEEL: Cleans paint off bolts and then throws them somewhere under the workbench with the speed of light. Also removes fingerprints and hard-earned guitar calluses from fingers in about the time it takes you to say, "Yeouwch!!”

ELECTRIC HAND DRILL: Normally used for spinning pop rivets in their holes until you die of old age.

SKIL SAW: A portable cutting tool used to make studs too short.

PLIERS: Used to round off bolt heads. Sometimes used in the creation of Blood-blisters. The tool most often used by all women.

BELT SANDER: An electric sanding tool commonly used to convert minor touch-up jobs into major refinishing jobs.

HACKSAW: One of a family of cutting tools built on the Ouija board principle. It transforms human energy into a crooked, unpredictable motion, and the more you attempt to influence its course, the more dismal your future becomes.

VISE-GRIPS: Generally used after pliers to completely round off bolt heads. If nothing else is available, they can also be used to transfer intense welding heat to the palm of your hand.

WELDING GLOVES: Heavy duty leather gloves used to prolong the conduction of intense welding heat to the palm of your hand.

OXYACETYLENE TORCH: Used almost entirely for lighting various flammable objects in your shop on fire. Also handy for igniting the grease inside the wheel hub you want the bearing race out of.

TABLE SAW: A large stationary power tool commonly used to launch wood projectiles for testing wall integrity.

HYDRAULIC FLOOR JACK: Used for lowering an automobile to the ground after you have installed your new brake shoes, trapping the jack handle firmly under the bumper.

EIGHT-FOOT LONG YELLOW PINE 4X4: Used for levering an automobile upward off of a trapped hydraulic jack handle.

TWEEZERS: A tool for removing wood splinters and wire wheel wires.

E-Z OUT BOLT AND STUD EXTRACTOR: A tool ten times harder than any known drill bit that snaps neatly off in bolt holes thereby ending any possible future use.

RADIAL ARM SAW: A large stationary power saw primarily used by most shops to scare neophytes into choosing another line of work.

TWO-TON ENGINE HOIST: A tool for testing the maximum tensile strength of everything you forgot to disconnect.

CRAFTSMAN 1/2 x 24-INCH SCREWDRIVER: A very large pry bar that inexplicably has an accurately machined screwdriver tip on the end opposite the handle.

AVIATION METAL SNIPS: See hacksaw.

TROUBLE LIGHT: The home mechanic's own tanning booth. Sometimes called a drop light, it is a good source of vitamin D, "the sunshine vitamin, "which is not otherwise found under cars at night. Health benefits aside, its main purpose is to consume 40-watt light bulbs at about the same rate that 105mm howitzer shells might be used during, say, the first few hours of the Battle of the Bulge. More often dark than light, its name is somewhat misleading. The accessory socket within the base has been permanently rendered useless, unless requiring a source of 120vac power to shock the mechanic senseless.

PHILLIPS SCREWDRIVER: Normally used to stab the vacuum seals under lids, opening old-style paper-and-tin oil cans and splashing oil on your shirt; but can also be used, as the name implies, to strip out Phillips screw heads. Women excel at using this tool.

STRAIGHT SCREWDRIVER: A tool for opening paint cans. Sometimes used to convert common slotted screws into non-removable screws.

AIR COMPRESSOR: A machine that takes energy produced in a coal-burning power plant 200 miles away and transforms it into compressed air that travels by hose to a Chicago Pneumatic impact wrench that grips rusty bolts which were last over tightened 30 years ago by someone at Ford, and instantly rounds off their heads. Also , used to quickly snap off lug nuts.

PRY BAR: A tool used to crumple the metal surrounding that clip or bracket you needed to remove in order to replace a 50 cent part.

HOSE CUTTER: A tool used to make hoses too short.

HAMMER: Originally employed as a weapon of war, the hammer nowadays is used as a kind of divining rod to locate the most expensive parts adjacent to the object we are trying to hit. Primarily used to make gaping holes in walls when hanging pictures.

MECHANIC'S KNIFE: Used to open and slice through the contents of cardboard cartons delivered to your front door; works particularly well on contents such as seats, vinyl records, liquids in plastic bottles, collector magazines, refund checks, and rubber or plastic parts. Especially useful for slicing work clothes, but only while in use. It is also useful for removing large chunks of human flesh from the user's hands.

DAGNABIT TOOL: Any handy tool that you grab and throw across the garage while yelling "DAGNABIT" at the top of your lungs. It is also, most often, the next tool that you will need!!!

"I Needed This"

Wed, 26 Dec 2007 16:26:19 GMT

A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target.

We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in "Mom let's run through the rain," she said.

"What?" Mom asked.

"Lets run through the rain!" She repeated.

"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.

This young child waited about another minute and repeated: "Mom, let's run through the rain,"

"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.

"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.

This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet? "Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!"

The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.

Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If GOD let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said.

Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.

And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.

Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories...So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.

I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. Send this to the people you'll never forget and remember to also send it to the person who sent it to you. It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them.

If you don't send it to anyone, it means you're in a hurry.

Take the time to live!!!

Keep in touch with your friends, you never know when you'll need each other .

Remember My Birthday?

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 00:51:29 GMT

As you well know, we are getting closer to my birthday. Every year there is a celebration in my honor, and I think that this year the celebration will be repeated. During this time there are many people shopping for gifts; there are many radio announcements and TV commercials; and in every part of the world everyone is talking that my birthday is getting closer and closer. It is really very nice to know, that at least once a year, some people think of me.

As you know, the celebration of my birthday began many years ago. At first, people seemed to understand and be thankful of all that I did for them; but in these times, no one seems to know the reason for the celebration. Family and friends get together and have a lot of fun, but they don't know the meaning of the celebration.

I remember that last year there was a great feast in my honor. The dinnertable was full of delicious foods, pastries, fruits, assorted nuts, and chocolates. The decorations were exquisite, and there were many, many beautifully wrapped gifts. But, do you want to know something? I wasn't invited. I was the guest of honor, and they didn't remember to send me an invitation. The party was for me, but when that great day came, I was left outside. They closed the door in my face.........and I wanted to be with them and share their table. In truth, that didn't surprise me because in the last few years all closed their doors to me.

Since I was not invited, I decided to enter the party without making any noise. I went in and stood in a corner. They were all drinking; there were some who were drunk and telling jokes and laughing at everything. They were having a great time.

To top it all, this big fat man all dressed in red and wearing a long white beard entered the room yelling, "Ho! Ho! Ho!" He seemed drunk. He sat on the sofa and all the children ran to him, saying, "Santa Claus! Santa Claus!".......as if the party were in his honor!

At midnight all the people began to hug each other. I extended my arms, waiting for someone to hug me and....do you know....no one hugged me. Suddenly they all began to share gifts. They opened them one by one with great expectation. When all had been opened, I looked to see if, maybe, there was one for me. What would you feel like if on your birthday everybody shared gifts and you did not get one? I then understood that I was unwanted at that party and quietly left.

Every year it gets worse. People only remember to eat and drink, the gifts, the parties,......and nobody remembers me.

For this Christmas, I would like that you allow me to enter into your life. I would like that you recognize the fact that almost two thousand years ago I came to this world to give my life for you on the cross to save you. Today, I only want that you believe this with all your heart.

I want to share something with you. As many didn't invite me to their party, I will have my own celebration, a grandiose party that no one has ever imagined, a spectacular party. I'm still making the final arrangements.

Today I am sending out many invitations and there is an invitation for you. I want to know if you wish to attend, and I will make a reservation for you and write your name with golden letters in my great guest book. Only those on the guest list will be invited to the party. Those who don't answer the invitation, will be left outside.

Do you know how you can answer this invitation??? It is by extending it to others whom you care for...I'll be waiting for all of you to attend my party this year.

See you soon...I love you!
-Jesus-

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I will lift up my eyes to the heavens; from where shall my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. Psalm 121:1-2

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JESUS!

Are YOU Older than dirt?

Mon, 19 Nov 2007 20:08:06 GMT

"Hey Dad," one of my kids asked the other day, "What was your favorite
fast food when you were growing up ? " "We didn't have fast food when I
was growing up," I informed him. "All the food was slow."

"C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat ?"

"It was a place called 'at home,'" I explained. "Grandma cooked every
day and when Grandpa got home from work, we sat down together at the
dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was
allowed to sit there until I did like it."

By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to
suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about
how I had to have permission to leave the table. But here are some other
things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system
could have handled it:

Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore Levis , set foot on a
golf course, traveled out of the country or had a credit card. In their
later years they had something called a revolving charge card. The card
was good only at Sears Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears AND Roebuck.
Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore. Maybe he died.

My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because
we never had heard of soccer. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50
pounds, and only had one speed, (slow). We didn't have a television in
our house until I was 11, but my grandparents had one before that. It
was, of course, black and white, but they bought a piece of colored
plastic to cover the screen. The top third was blue, like the sky, and the
bottom third was green, like grass. The middle third was red. It was
perfect for programs that had scenes of fire trucks riding across
someone's lawn on a sunny day. Some people had a lens taped to the front of the
TV to make the picture look larger.

I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called "pizza pie."
When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off,
swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too.
It's still the best pizza I ever had.

We didn't have a car until I was 15. Before that, the only car in our
family was my grandfather's Ford. He called it a "machine."

I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in
the living room and it was on a party line. Before you could dial, you
had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already
using the line.

Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.

All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered
newspapers. I delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of
which I got to keep 2 cents. I had to get up at 4 AM every morning..
On Saturday, I had to collect the 42 cents from my customers. My
favorite customers were the ones who gave me 50 cents and told me to keep the
change. My least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never
be home on collection day.

Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the
movies. Touching someone else's tongue with yours was called French
kissing and they didn't do that in movies. I don't know what they did in
French movies. French movies were dirty and we weren't allowed to see
them.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want
to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren..
Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.

Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it ?

MEMORIES from a friend:

My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother's house (she died in December)
and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a
stopper with a bunch of holes in it. I knew immediately what it was,
but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a
salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of
the ironing board to "sprinkle" clothes with because we didn't have
steam irons. Man, I am old.

How many do you remember ?

Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall.
Real ice boxes.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.

Older Than Dirt Quiz:

Count all the ones that you remember, NOT the ones you were told about
! Your ratings at the bottom.

1. Blackjack chewing gum
2. Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water
3. Candy cigarettes
4. Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
5. Coffee shops or diners with tableside juke boxes
6 Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
7. Party lines
8. Newsreels before the movie
9. P.F. Flyers
10. Butch wax
11. Telephone numbers with a word prefix (OLive-6933)
12. Peashooters
13. Howdy Doody
14. 45 RPM records
15. S&H Green Stamps
16 Hi-fi's
17. Metal ice trays with lever
18. Mimeograph paper
19 Blue flashbulb
20. Packards
21. Roller skate keys
22. Cork popguns
23. Drive-ins
24. Studebakers
25. Wash tub wringers

If you remembered 0-5 = You're still young
If you remembered 6-10 = You are getting older
If you remembered 11-15 = Don't tell your age,
If you remembered 16-25 = You're older than dirt !

I might be older than dirt but those memories are the best part of my
life.

JESUS & THE MUD PUDDLE

Fri, 09 Nov 2007 02:47:36 GMT

(You gotta believe a
6 year old)

Howard County Sheriff Jerry Marr got a
disturbing call one Saturday afternoon a few months ago. His 6-year-old
grandson Mikey had been hit by a car while fishing in Greentown with his
dad.

The father and son were near a bridge by the
Kokomo Reservoir when a woman lost control of her car, slid off the
bridge and hit Mikey at a rate of about 50 mph. Sheriff Marr had seen
the results of accidents like this and feared the worst. When he got to
Saint Joseph Hospital, he rushed through the emergency room to find
Mikey conscious and in fairly good spirits.
"Mikey, what happened?" Sheriff Marr asked.
Mikey replied, "Well, Papaw, I was fishin' with Dad, and some lady
runned me over, I flew into a mud puddle, and broke my fishin' pole and
I didn't get to catch no fish!"

As it turned out, the impact propelled Mikey
about 500 feet, over a few trees and an embankment and in the middle of
a mud puddle. His only injuries were to his right femur bone which had
broken in two places. Mikey had surgery to place pins in his leg.
Otherwise the boy is fine.

Since all the boy could talk about was that his
fishing pole was broken, the Sheriff went out to Wal-mart and bought him
a new one while he was in surgery so he could have it when he came out.

The next day the Sheriff sat with Mikey to keep
him company in the hospital. Mikey was enjoying his new fishing pole and
talked about when he could go fishing again as he cast into the trash
can.

When they were alone, Mikey, just as
matter-of-fact, said, "Papaw, did you know Jesus is real?

Well," the Sheriff replied, a little startled.
"Yes, Jesus is real to all who believe in him and love him in their
hearts."

"No," said Mikey. "I mean Jesus is REALLY real."

"What do you mean?" asked the Sheriff.

"I know he's real 'cause I saw him." said Mikey,
still casting into the trash can.

"You did?" said the Sheriff.

"Yep," said Mikey. "When that lady runned me
over and broke my fishing pole, Jesus caught me in his arms and laid me
down in the mud puddle."

GIVES YOU GLORY BUMPS DOESN'T IT!

GOD WILL DO THE REST.

I asked the Lord to bless you as I prayed for
you today to guide you and protect you as you go along your way.

His love is always with you.

His promises are true and when we give Him all
our cares you know He will see us through

So when the road you're traveling on seems
difficult at best just remember I'm here praying and GOD WILL DO THE
REST.

FAITH IS NOT BELIEVING THAT GOD CAN... IT IS
KNOWING THAT HE WILL

"BE KINDER THAN NECESSARY. EVERYONE IS FIGHTING
SOME KIND OF BATTLE." ---UNKNOWN

If God didn't have a purpose for us We wouldn't
be here!

The Rose

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 15:21:35 GMT

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm 87 yrs. old. Can I give you a hug?"

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.

"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.

She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids..."

"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next 3 months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her 3 x 5 cards on the floor.

Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.

There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!

There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are 19 yrs. old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn 20 yrs. old. If I am 87 yrs. old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn 88.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."

She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose."

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

"Good friends are like stars.........You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.

Cardiomyopathy Testimony

Sat, 06 Oct 2007 14:12:01 GMT

I'M GOIN' TO DISNEY WORLD...LEMME CORRECT THAT...ZANESVILLE!!!!

A Million Prayers <amillionprayers@columbus.rr.com> wrote:

From the Desk of Carolyn Elliott:

You know, GOD is faithful. GOD is a good, good God. He is awesome! I had another Resting MuGA test done Tuesday and I was believing that this test was going to line up with the throne of God, so I was anticipating a great improvement in the ejection fraction of my heart. The next day, the dr's ofc called as he wanted me to come in for another test - an echocardiogram to help him with the MuGA test results. I was believing that he needed the other test because he couldn't believe the improvement I've experienced. They had told me Tuesday that I should be expecting the results on Thursday, so I got some others to pray in agreement with me about this. Today, Jessica called from the cardiologist's ofc and said that my ejection fraction was at 45-50%! Normal is 50-65%. In January, when all this happened, it was at 29%. In May, they said that the echocardiogram had shown little or no improvement. I found out today, in May, it was at 30-35%. I called my husband, my son, my in-laws, 2 of my friends, the church, got some friends online, praisin' God!

Today is October 5th, exactly 9 months from the day that the emergency squad came to my house the first time which was January 5, 2007. The Holy Ghost spoke to me as I was walking up my stairs, and said, "I told you I was in control and that this too shall come to pass as I equip you and prepare you for the next level."

From my blog at http://360.yahoo.com/carolyn4christ777

1st Report - The Temple of God Romans 12:1

From Acid Reflux to Cardio Myopathy

It all began Wednesday, January 3, 2007. Eating wrecklessly for years and a diagnosed diabetic.

Garlic, caffeine, fatty foods, little exercise. My first stomach attack was mild after eating 3 cloves of garlic for lunch on toast.

Another attack the next day after drinking coffee, but had troule breathing, too. And then, Friday, a ride in the ambulance to the emergency room with some pressure in my chest! God showed me signs that He was with me. My ER room was 57; the phone extension was "3"57, and a single magazine in the rack had big numbers on the cover of "4"57. 2 friends came, church came to pray and the numbers were interpreted. God is with me. It's my Jubilee Year (1957 and Leviticus 25:10)! There's gonna be a "Family Reunion". My doctor was Dr Gabriel....

They kept me; I stablized for 16 hours, and sent me home Saturday. No sugar, no caffeine. I asked God to forgive me. I rededicated my life to Him according to Romans 12:1.

My doctor was Shifra Tyberg. She had temple til sundown Saturday. I didn't see her until 8 pm Saturday night. I was upset because of the delay. But a friend said that God had something else for me to do while I was in the hospital. An incredible thing happened...

This Orthodox Jewish doctor stopped in the midst of her diagnosis and said, "This is off the subject but...does He speak to you audibly or do you see words?" I said, "Sometimes He speaks and other times He shows me signs." She said, "Interesting." I had 3 witnesses to this - my husband, Bob and my friends Valerie who is a consumer attorney and Melissa who just got out of Grant Hospital in Columbus, Ohio (which is where I was) 2 months ago because of an auto accident.

I woke up at 7 a.m. to ready for church, Sunday, January 7th. Took 1 bite of Cheerios and BOOM! Another attack and a ride in the ambulance to the emergency room where I met Dr Donald Wood. He took care of Bob when he had his Acid Reflux episodes in 2005. I was admitted. They started me on liquid Nexium. Dr Amsterdam, the cardiologist, ordered a full-blown stress test, CAT scan of the chest, and my doctor, Dr Stack, ordered an ultrasound on the gall bladder, Monday, January 8th. Everything looked clean. Went through the stress test with flying colors. I found out I could RUN! I was released again and began my regiment of Nexium, daily. The doctor ordered an echo cardiogram as an outpatient test and a Resting MuGA test on January 15th.

On the way to all these tests, the Lord spoke to me and gave me an unction to go online, when I got home and see what positions were available at Grant Hospital. I've been waiting on the Lord to show me employment, again, since retiring in 2002 at the age of 45, as I am compelled to fulfill Deuteronomy 8:18.

Thursday evening, January 11th, we were eating our venison pot roast and as a friend was praying for me over the phone, I began to have pain in my stomach, so I called the doctor and he prescribed another medication called Reglan and an additional dose of Nexium.

I got through that night, but the next evening that Friday, I got sick and we drove to ER and I ended up in the emergency room at 1 a.m. Saturday. They gave me a gastronal CAT scan and it came out clean. So the doctor recommended taking half of the new prescription with the double dose of Nexium. We discussed the events and it may have appeared to be an overdose of the new prescription. When I got home that morning, I had some breakfast and rested and took a half tablet and that was the last of Reglan. I hated it.

Sunday, I stepped out and called my niece who I haven't spoken to since 1999. She claimed Bob and I were too religious. So we chatted. This is part of Leviticus 25:10 and James 2:20. She's looking forward to having dinner here, soon and I can meet her son, Layne.

My diet changed drastically. I added Apple Cidar Vinegar "tea", twice a day on occassion and stablized once again. I was counting calories. I was eating correct portions out of the American Diabetic Association's food groups. Since September 2006, I've lost 28 pounds - 8 during the holidays and 20 through these past 3 weeks, and I've been eating 3 times a day and sometimes snacks inbetween meals.

Monday, January 15th, I took a test at the cardiologist's called an echocardiogram. Monday night, I had an attack. I had trouble breathing, pressure in my chest and a slight pain in my stomach. I called the doctor. EMS came and I stablized at home. Dr Tyberg was on call. When she called back, I told her I chose to stay home and she said to me, "Is life worth living?" I immediately answered, "YES!" and she said, "Get to the hospital. You need at least 6-12 hours observation because of the pressure in your chest." So everything started coming back and we called the ambulance once again and they squirted me with Nitro.

Our prayer was that God would lead the medical staff to what the problem was. I was back in Room 57! Full circle. The ER doctor, Dr. Donald Wood, was adamant about finding out what this problem was. He had seen me before in the ER. He found results of the echocardiogram, as all the doctors are tied into Grant Hospital. He saw some readings, but not all the results were in. They admitted me for the 3rd time in 2 weeks. My doctor, Dr Stack, was on the ball, too. They put on a Nitro patch.

Tuesday, Dr Parail, Dr Amsterdam's partner in cardiology, did a catheterization. The results came back. There were no blockages, no heart disease and no heart damage. He ordered another echocardiogram and found that my heart muscle was weak. They called it cardiomyopathy. They started me on 2 medications and kept me for observation. I was released Thursday, January 18th and already had a doctor's appt scheduled for the next day, which was timely and necessary.

So, the doctor and I went through everything. Take it easy, take the meds, Nitro if the chest pressure or pain comes back.

Yesterday, I had a Resting MuGA test. It measures the blood flowing out of the heart muscle. February 22nd is an endoscopy to see if there are any liasions on my esophagus, stomach lining or an ulcer. And March 3rd is my 6 week check-up with Dr Stack. He will be working on the cardio therapy I'm to have. This morning, I had blood work done. My cancer-screenings are past due so I need those done. I have some dental work needing completed that happened before all this took place. Tuesday January 23, 2007 - 12:04pm (EST)

2nd Report - I'm Hangin' In There By the Grace of God!

Praise Report: Bloodwork back. Cholesterol 139 (<200)/51(>40). Praise the Lord! Diabetic oral meds cut in half. Hardly no need for insulin at night. Praise the Lord! Diabetic Advantage with Medical Mutual of Ohio is now giving me all my supplies, FREE! Praise the Lord! Released to walk. No exertion, yet. Seeing cardiologist for this cardiomyopathy the 19th. Having an Endoscopy done the 22nd. 1 evening of acid reflux from broccoli. Hoping Nexium regiment is temporary like they say it should be. A man with a top o' the line tread mill that was used once, is selling it to us for $300! Praise the Lord! I've lost 33 pounds since September '06. Praise the Lord! The Lord took me to James and through 3John when I got out of the hospital on the 19th. God is good! He's got a Plan! It's my JUBILEE (born in 1957).

From your neighbor in Columbus

Carolyn Elliott Saturday February 3, 2007 - 12:44pm (EST)

Cardiomyopathy Report

hi. had an echo May the 22nd and there was little or no improvement on the medication theraphy with Coreg CR 80 mgs so another 3 more mos and then another evaluation and they are talking about inserting a defibulator since low ejection fractions are risky for SCA...EF was 29% Jan 15 & 17th...BUT Ephesians 3:20 Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,..1Peter 2:24 Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed. Thursday June 7, 2007 - 01:02pm (EDT)

Mixed-up Bible History

Thu, 04 Oct 2007 23:28:57 GMT

My friend, Donna said this: I laughed so hard, I cried, this was the best medicine that I could have ever been given. I love the things little kids say. Laugh and appreciate, God's little gifts to us are our babies. Donna Fleming [donna@atlanticbb.net] LeDoHope Foundation, Inc

We all need a good laugh and these are enjoyable. A book titled Little Wonders, by Mary Hollingsworth, has stories concerning children.

This one was contributed by Todd and Jedd Hafer.

One of our favorite jobs has been leading junior church. We try to do more than baby-sit our church's beloved little ankle-biters during their time in our special junior church facility. We aim to give them a solid background in biblical history. At the end of each year, we give them pencils and paper and ask them to chronicle what they have learned. This assignment never fails to elicit some intriguing responses.

In case you're a little foggy on your biblical history, let our junior church students help you with this complete overview of the Bible, compiled from their essays:

In the beginning, which occurred near the start, there was nothing but God, darkness, and some gas. The Bible says, "The Lord thy God is one," but I think He must be a lot older than that. Anyway, God said, "Give me a light!" and someone did. Then God made the world.

He split the Adam and made Eve. Adam and Eve were naked, but they weren't embarrassed because mirrors had n't been invented yet. Adam and Eve disobeyed God by eating one bad apple, so they were driven from the Garden of Eden. Not sure what they were driven in though, because they didn't have cars.

Adam and Eve had a son, Cain, who hated his brother as long as he was Abel. Pretty soon all of the early people died off, except for Methuselah, who lived to be like a million or something.

One of the next important people was Noah, who was a good guy, but one of his kids was kind of a ham. Noah built a large boat and put his family and some animals on it. He asked some other people to join him, but they said they would have to take a rain check.

After Noah came Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Jacob was more famous than his brother, Esau, because Esau sold Jacob his birthmark in exchange for some pot roast. Jacob had a son named Joseph who wore a really loud sports coat.

Another important Bible guy is Moses, whose real name was Charlton Heston. Moses led the Israel Lights out of Egypt and away from the evil Pharaoh after God sent ten plagues on Pharaoh's people. These plagues included frogs , mice, lice, bowels, and no cable. God fed the Israel Lights every day with manicotti. Then He gave them His top ten Commandments. These include don't lie, cheat, smoke, dance, or covet your neighbor's bottom (the Bible uses a bad word for bottom that I'm not supposed to say. But my Dad uses it sometimes when he talks about the President). Oh, yeah, I just thought of one more: Humor they father and they mother.

One of Moses' best helpers was Joshua who was the first Bible guy to use spies. Joshua fought the battle of Geritol and the fence fell over on the town.

After Joshua came David. He got to be king by killing a giant with a slingshot. He had a son named Solomon who had about 300 wives and 500 porcupines. My teacher says he was wise, but that doesn't sound very wise to me. After Solomon there were a bunch of major league prophets. One of these was Jonah, who was swallowed by a big whale and then barfed up on the shore.

There were also some minor league prophets, but I guess we don't have to worry about them.

After the Old Testament came the New Testament. Jesus is the star of the New Testament. He was born in Bethlehem in a barn. (I wish I had been born in a barn, too, because my mom is always saying to me, "Close the door! We re you born in a barn" It would be nice to say, "As a matter of fact, I was.")

During His life, Jesus had many arguments with sinners like the Pharisees and the Republicans. Jesus also had twelve opossums. The worst one was Judas Asparagus. Judas was so evil that they named a terrible vegetable after him.

Jesus was a great man. He healed many leopards and even preached to some Germans on the Mount. But the Republicans and all those guys put Jesus on trial before Pontius the Pilot. Pilot didn't stick up for Jesus. He just washed his hands instead.

Anyways, Jesus died for our sins, then came back to life again. He went up to Heaven but will be back at the end of the Aluminum. His return is foretold in the book of Revolution.