First, on a serious note.  Spiritually speaking, we are always in a battle.  Sometimes the battle is more intense than other times.  Thus, it is extremely sad when those who go by the name Christian cause problems, fight against, blame, etc other Christians.  Our Father led me to an article not long ago that spoke of the author praying to see others as God sees them.  I decided to begin praying the same thing. This has led me to look beyond the immediate situation. I have begun to feel sorry for those (who call themselves Christians) who put themselves before/above others, who play the blame game, who fight against other Christians and act in other ungodly ways.  They do not know the joy of  loving their neighbor (as themselves).  They do not enjoy the pleasures of the moment.  They are not content with anything. They don't know the trust of true friends. They don't know the freedom of forgiveness for they don't really give it. They don't know the feeling of humility since they continually blame others.  They are really lost miserable souls. I feel sorry for them.

On a better note.  Jonathan's plane finally got off the ground at 10:30 p.m.  He arrived in Orlando a little before midnight and he and my brother got 'home' about 1:30 a.m. He was whispering 'everyone else here is asleep except me and Uncle Mike".  I was whispering "everyone here is asleep except me". LOL. 

Stephen took several pics. Below is one of my favorite. This guy clowned around with the sticks and was too funny.

Saying Good-bye--note J's haircut.

Off to the gate--that's Stephen's hat.

Monday, we were up bright and early for Mom's biopsy. Susan (sil) met us at the hospital.  We took Mom home afterwards (her instructions were to rest, rest, rest). We wanted to make sure she was okay and fed. Susan fixed frozen pizzas, I cleaned up and  we stayed on until about 3pm.  Susan stayed until around 5. 

Today, mom is feeling better.  Hopefully, she'll hear about the results of the biopsy soon, get an appt. with her doctor and get the date set for the surgery.  We are praying it is a time when I can stay at the hospital with her.

We also had to have a CT scan for Jordan's wrist.  He has a stress (hairline) fracture and has to continue to wear the spica cast. We will have to take him to a hand specialist in a week or so to see what he says. He may have to wear the cast longer and/or go to therapy.

Got to talk to Jonathan today (my sil texted my brother to have him tell J to call me).  This is a mission camp and he is helping out at a mother's day out program for impoverished parents.  He is enjoying it. We are glad of that.

Got the lesson written, typed up AND run off for The Forge. Whoo Hoo.