Please join me in my very first Young Living Facebook class! I would love if you would support me and just check it out! It begins at 7pm eastern tomorrow and runs through Monday! I will put up all the info tomorrow night and you can pop in at your leisure today through Monday and learn about Young Living. I have some free oils i will be giving away and another secret cool thing that I can’t tell you about until tomorrow. Simply click on the picture below and JOIN! With huge thanks and appreciation, Michelle
I love birds. I especially love cardinals. When I see a cardinal I know its my mom visiting me in spirit. I don’t know why but I just know its her. An instant calm comes over me and I feel her there with me. For almost 2 yrs now I have seen a cardinal almost every single day.
So…some of you know my father has been sick on and off since his back surgery April 11, 2013. Every month without fail my father has come down with the most intense shivers, chills, fever (101+) and sweats. Weakness, low blood pressure, faint, rash on face and dry skin, sick to his stomach, and some throwing up out of both ends. He has been in the hospital a total of 3 times not including the surgery hospital stay. So, 4 x in 4 months. Its been very tough on him. Every single time he’s admitted, they do extensive blood tests, MRI’s, Aspirations, never finding any infection or any cause of this fever. VERY FRUSTRATING. Imagine actually begging God for something to show up wrong so he could be “cured.” No one ever wants to pray for a disease or infection but it got to that point. We needed an answer for these crazy symptoms that came on once a month towards the 17th of each month. He will go through about 4-5 days of these symptoms (intense) and then low grade fever and then he’s better again but weak. It takes him a while to get back up to speed. Before this time he was doing so well. Out and about, grocery shopping and running errands. I was so happy for him.
BUT, It happened again this past weekend. We decided to take him to another hospital. In the ER an older, southern “good ole’ boy” took care of him. We all thought he was a doctor. He wasn’t – he was a Physician’s Assistant but he was as smart as they come. He had a great dry sense of humor, immediately put my dad at ease and he was really funny. We started chatting about what has been going on with dad these past months and offhandedly one of us said he’d gone Thursday to get his “EPO” (Procrit to help him make red blood cells as he’s anemic) shot and had chills that night and then full out sick Friday night etc. etc. You could just see the light bulb go off in this guy’s head. He said “this is presenting to me like serum sickness.” Never heard of “Serum Sickness” before and I’m not braggin’ – I know a lot of medical stuff. (through years of research with my mom.) He explained that he thought the Procrit shot was making him sick.
I have been fully convinced that the titanium that had been put in his back was the culprit. I thought my dad’s body was rejecting it. No one would listen to me though – they all though I was wacko. I didn’t care. The next step was going to be a special blood test and I was going to have it sent to the Melissa Organization for metal allergy testing.
Even though this is very uncommon, the doctors have agreed. The Procrit has to be the culprit….so what does all this have to do with Cardinals?
Dad was released from the hospital Wednesday night. I prayed all day Thursday for a sign that this was the answer. I prayed to see cardinals. I took my dog out several times Thursday and did not see one stinkin’ cardinal. I was devastated. BUT, throughout the day I did see my artwork “Pursue” right in front of me. I told God that just wasn’t enough.
Then in my hypersensitivity to cardinal spotting he showed me this one.
And then these.
And once again, I’m like…”Lord. These are all right in front of me. But if this is all you got, I’m going to trust you.”
Then around 7pm I got a phone call. “Michelle, what are you doing Saturday? Do you want to go to the Braves and Cardinals game? You need a break.” I said ABSOLUTELY and then a few minutes later…it hit me and it hit me hard. CARDINAL. CARDINAL!!!!! AHHHHHH holy crap! I was stunned.
I knew I had my signs. But our Lord just gives and gives and gives…He knows you have to “SHOW ME” many times. So today, after the doctor and visiting my mom at the cemetery, I took Jackson out. Wasn’t really looking for cardinals because I was bought in that I had my signs. Low and behold, 3 REAL ones were on the fence just staring at me. Not moving, making sure I saw them. Tears. Can you stand it???!!! True story. THE END.
Until next time…GO BRAVES (but I love my Cards too) Big weekend here in the ATL!!
Hello, Hello! …it’s been a while since my last post. Lots going on here, my dad had back surgery on April 11 and then I had two back to back weekend art shows. And in between all of this my father has been sick. Mysteriously sick. Fever, chills, sweats, weakness, faint, and at one point being hospitalized for a few days. I have been hearing of several people who are mysteriously sick these days. What is going on??? They never found out what was wrong with my father. Test after test after test. It was pretty scary at one point. They had to use a cooling blanket to get his temp down from 103. On Sunday, Deacon Joe brought him Communion and Fr. Jack gave him sacrament of the sick. It was beautiful and both times there was someone in the room observing – they wouldn’t leave. It was like they had to see what we were doing…One was a doctor who said “We don’t get much religion in here. That was nice.” The other was an aid who was changing the bed very quietly as dad was being prayed over and anointed. She did not say a word.
He had 3 rounds of strong antibiotics, got bad on Friday night and then he started to get better. Everything was doubly distressing because we were at “THAT HOSPITAL.” That hospital where my mom was. I really do not like that place. Way too much history there. There are only two good things I can say about that hospital…#1 They have a great gift shop and #2 their chicken salad sandwich is AWESOME! Dad is home now. Thank you Lord! And hopefully will be regaining his strength and getting back to his normal self. I am sick of that pit in my stomach feeling that I always had with my mom. Go away already!
My two art shows went very well. I just love doing them!!! Even though they are very stressful before hand with preparations and set up, I truly get pure joy from being a part of these festivals. I enjoy talking to the people that come into my booth, telling my story, seeing their eyes light up when they connect with one of my pieces or with the words. People just stand there and read the words. Some tear up, some smile. Some no reaction….but I know they are touched in some way. One of the best things about the whole experience is hearing their stories. One amazing woman stopped by Suwanee Art in the Park and bought my very first creation in print. She told me her story. She’s sick. They don’t know what is wrong with her. She’s disabled. Her body is failing her. She reminded me of my mom. She bought my “PEACE” print so she could look at it to calm her and take her fear away. I cried. I don’t think I will ever get used to people buying my artwork, giving them as gifts and displaying my creations in their homes. This is such a surreal time in my life. I am so humbled.
I have donated a giclee of my “I love you to the moon and back” piece. Its to help the people in Moore, OK after this horrific tornado. Check out the auction…lots of amazing stuff from some very talented artists! So proud to be a part of it! Hurry! Auction over Friday! https://www.facebook.com/hopeforok
I have also finished my very first piece with a “face” on it! A very simple face, but a face none the less. I am pretty proud of her! I stepped way out of my box for this one. I think she looks very peaceful. I call her “Our Lady of Everyone.” She’s going to live at “Dynamic Catholic”, Matthew Kelly’s organization! What a privilege and blessing to do a piece for Matthew. He was the high bidder on my “I Love You To The Moon and Back” piece and instead of me giving money to his charity, he asked me to create a painting of Our Lady to hang at his Dynamic Catholic offices. Pinch ME!!!
More pages from Mom’s SMASH* Book. Nurses school graduation in 1962 and more recent shots from her career as a nurse. The challenge was just simply USE PINK. My mom was such a beauty. She was an awesome nurse and loved her career. Even when she was retired and went to dialysis 3 x a week, she pretended to be at “work.” She would say, “Today at work…” Subconscious slip. She really meant, “today at dialysis.” The nurses at the dialysis center knew my mom was special. They let her into their world, shared things with her and treated her like she was on staff. They were so wonderful to her! And my mom never lost her “nursing heart.” She smiled at everyone, asked how they were and watched over the place many times alerting the nurses that “so and so” needed something, or “so and so” wasn’t feeling good. Once its in your blood, I guess it never goes away. She wanted to be the NURSE. NOT the one being nursed.
I think my most favorite part of this spread is the card I found from Joey. I love that I could “disassemble” it and preserve it forever instead of it just sitting in a box somewhere. The huge pink rose is the cover of that special Mother’s day card he gave her. And the signature says it all. She was an amazing mother to us. Miss her so much!
I found the products called SMASH* on Pinterest. I fell in love with the concept. Its not about perfection or being artsy (which I am not) its about “SMASHING” stuff into a journal type book and using their clever accessories to create a beautiful “messy” scrapbook. I decided that it would be perfect for me. Here is a little video on the product and concept.
My first book is devoted to my mother. It’s been such fun and therapy for me to start this project! My mom saved EVERYTHING. She has over 67 years of every card we’ve ever given to her, momentos, documents, licenses, certificates, newspaper clippings, pictures and drawings tucked away. Its a SMASHING Gold Mine! Here’s what I’ve done so far:
I have a good friend.
She has a daughter.
Her daughter has a boyfriend. His name is Seth. Seth is an amazing kid. He lost his mom to cancer 3 years ago. Seth has 3 younger brothers that he took care of when his mom passed. The 3 brothers and the dad now live in TN with their grandmother. Seth lives here in the Atlanta area. Seth’s dad and 3 brothers were driving home from a family vacation in North Carolina. Seth’s dad swerved off the road. They think he may have had a heart attack. Seth’s dad Mark died on impact. The 3 brothers were injured. Two remain in the hospital. Corey flew through the windshield 30 feet and has a head injury. Tucker shattered his pelvis, broke his collar bone, leg and ankle. Eli made it with only cuts and bruises.
The Manis family is in deep financial need. They are trying to raise money for a proper burial for Mark. Should you want to do a good deed for a family who has been through hell, please consider donating to the Mark Manis Memorial Fund.
First National Bank of Oneida (423) 569-8586
The Mark Manis Memorial Fund/Account #543587
First National Bank of Oneida
PO Box 950
Helenwood, TN 37755
no credit card donations please mail check or use your online bill pay.
Please keep this family in your prayers! Thank you!
Today is the feast of the Holy Innocents. Who are the “Holy Innocents?” Taken from UCatholic:
Herod “the Great,” king of Judea, was unpopular with his people because of his connections with the Romans and his religious indifference. Hence he was insecure and fearful of any threat to his throne. He was a master politician and a tyrant capable of extreme brutality. He killed his wife, his brother and his sister’s two husbands, to name only a few.Matthew 2:1-18 tells this story: Herod was “greatly troubled” when astrologers from the east came asking the whereabouts of “the newborn king of the Jews,” whose star they had seen. They were told that the Jewish Scriptures named Bethlehem as the place where the Messiah would be born. Herod cunningly told them to report back to him so that he could also “do him homage.” They found Jesus, offered him their gifts and, warned by an angel, avoided Herod on their way home. Jesus escaped to Egypt.
Herod became furious and “ordered the massacre of all the boys in Bethlehem and its vicinity two years old and under.” The horror of the massacre and the devastation of the mothers and fathers led Matthew to quote Jeremiah: “A voice was heard in Ramah,/sobbing and loud lamentation;/Rachel weeping for her children…” (Matthew 2:18). Rachel was the wife of Jacob/Israel. She is pictured as weeping at the place where the Israelites were herded together by the conquering Assyrians for their march into captivity.
The Holy Innocents are few, in comparison to the genocide and abortion of our day. But even if there had been only one, we recognize the greatest treasure God put on the earth—a human person, destined for eternity and graced by Jesus’ death and resurrection.
Let us remember all the unborn, the children who’ve died, the HOLY INNOCENTS. Holy Innocents, pray for us!