A Great Message

Yes, I know, again - it's about time . . .
A friend forwarded the following youtube clip earlier today. I just watched it. I find myself feeling that it is imperative that I forward it - and through the blog!
The link came with this message:

    *It is about a pilot that was supposed to be on American Airlines
    flight 11 the morning of 9/11. If you remember, Flight 11 was the
    first Boeing 767 to fly into the World Trade Center. In the beginning 
    it sounds as if it will be another heart rending story about 9/11 
    or a video centered around the airline industry. It takes a turn 
    half way through the video and oh, what a turn it takes. 

It will take about 15 minutes of your time, but to me it is time well spent.

Here is the link:

"In My Seat": http://www.youtube.com/user/peterscheibner#p/a/u/0/cLj4akmncsA

It's a great message, and gave me quite a kick in the butt. (Butt can take it now, it is only moderately sore.)
If you have ever wondered, 'why am I still here while others are not', this message is for you. And if you've never wondered . . well, it's for you too.

And, here I am, just fine. Nearly back to 100%.

I hope what I write next in no way dishonors or devalues the 'In My Seat' message. It's as trivial as it gets, but here goes -

All I want for Christmas is lots of growing hair. I still have only fuzz. I am suppressing the urge to call it pathetic. I am grateful for it. It is hair, of a sort, and it is growing, kind of. I am praying that someday it will amount to something . . .

s - l - o - w going, and a challenge -

Sigh.
Yeah, guys, I shouldda blogged way sooner than now.
I shouldda blogged on a GOOD day.
There have been those. Even though I still am sore, and itch and have only thin fuzz on my head and unreliable energy levels, there have been good days with friends and family, gatherings and outings, and working. Work is mostly at home on the couch, but it has been very satisfying to be productive in that area again.

But today, right in the midst of a happy day with my daughter visiting from England, I received a call from the disability people. They are reducing my disability payment by the amount of social security benefits I am eligible for, even though I have chosen not to receive them until the payment reaches maximum. This means two thirds of the disability payment I was first told I would get is gone - a shock to my short term financial planning and requiring major recalculations in my long term planning. Grrr.
I didn't think circumstances could rock me this bad.
Awwww - I'll get over it, but, dang, I'm upset over this low blow.

OK. It is GOD is who meets my needs. Not disability payments. Or Social Security payments. Or paychecks, even. By His hand these things happen. Or not. He meets my needs. He will give me the ideas for how to adjust financially. There are various options. I need to pray.
Please pray that I am sensitive to God's voice. Pray for wisdom. Pray for discernment. That His will be done.

There. I feel better already. With God's direction this situation will sort out, just as others before it have, and I can really only feel grateful that I know my God and that He cares for me. Over and over again He proves it. Constantly, He cares.

Hebrews 10:23
Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.

Psalm 55:22

Cast your cares on the Lord and he will sustain you.

Nahum 1:7

The Lord is good, a refuge in times of trouble.

He cares for those who trust in him. 

1 Peter 5:7

Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.