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Kathryn is home from school today- hurting, resting. She did a few things over the last few days that she could not have done before Ketamine, but they have left her hurting and tired.  She went out to eat with another family, she went to a large event (a wedding) and she’s been walking a bit. At school, she has been completing a full day with little rest in the clinic (most of last year, she could not do that.)

We are so thankful to see her able to do more -it is also sad and difficult to see her body need a rest after doing things that most of us could do without hesitating, without planning, or without suffering the consequences for pushing through the pain to participate.

There are millions of Americans who suffer from many types of chronic pain (and other illnesses) that affect their lives in this way.

Lord with tears and trust, I lift these beloved of yours up to you this morning and ask for your help and healing in their lives.

 

Here is the final edit and verse form of Kathryn’s English assignment….

I am pure.

I am from a brother of inspiration, a mother of faith, and a father of laughter.

I am to be carried on Eagle’s wings,

And to watch all those I love carried before me.

I am from the willow tree that tore my clothes

A picture perfect house lined with lavender and greenery

I was raised in a house that was always sunny and light

I am from a home that is even more beautiful on the inside because of the hearts and minds of those who inhabit it

I was born into unconditional love,

And whether that be from the Father, or just who those loved ones are,

It is the bulk of why I am me

I was hoped for by a brother who was way too fair for a selfish whipper snapper like me

I was adored by a mother whose wants for me surpassed the moon.

I was loved and protected by a father that was willing to sacrifice anything for his family

I am from the insignificant memories, the polaroids of my experiences

 The routine of walking in the door from school, to the scent of hair color and perm solution

To cordial strangers or lifelong friends being pampered with beauty and a good listener that has always been my mother

I am from raw potatoes with salt, Gama’s mac n’ cheese, scandalous games of Dirty Santa, and Thanksgivings filled with faces I could always be more than thankful for.

I am from those memories and experiences,

The people who would die for me as quickly as I would for them.

I am of the Willow tree out the front door and the fort my daddy made out the back.

I am of the love that I have been graced with by the people I call family.

I am Katuran, I am their Yil’ Missy.

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