ann kiemel

pray on, dear friends.

pray. cry out.

i'm counting on you.

returned from hospital

yesterday.  friday. large

incision on hip where bone

was removed for foot.  my

foot cannot touch the ground..

no weight...for six weeks. my

bones had never fused, so for

seven months, i've walked with

bones separated. not once

in the hospital did they medicate

my pain enough for relief.

"as the deer pants for

streams of water, so my soul 

pants for you, my God."  ps.42

Jesus!..Jesus....

all those running this

glorious, oft shattering

Race of life You have assigned

us....as a choir, Lord...we sing:

"as the deer panteth

for the water, so my soul

longeth after Thee..

You, alone, are my heart's

desire, and i long to worship

You...."

"You, alone, are my

Strength; my Shield...

to You, alone, doth my

spirit yield...."

i can hear the drumbeat.

the marching band of God's

mercy for us all. stay the

course. and when you are

washing dishes...or driving

down the streets...or picking

up groceries, and you think

of me....

pray.

cry out...

i can't imagine

making it otherwise.

i love you.