Ok.  So I may has been a little upset on the last post.  Disregard my frustration.  Just me and my lil bowling ball of love all up in my womb.

In other news...Queenie Mae got saved a couple of weeks back.  When mommy was here in Philly, grandma had gotten sick and landed in the hospital twice-once for surgery and then on an emergency. Is it because she had clotting in her lungs.  I guess she saw the light because when Pastor William and some misnisters costed her in the hospital she asked cried out for salvation and asked what must I do to be saved?  She confessed Jesus Christ as her Lord and savior that day and a week later she was baptized in water.  If there's hope for my grandmother at 70 then there's hope for my father at 64.  My grandmother who I barely talked to once a year....we've talked twice in a month.  What is that about?!!!  Look at God. Wow.  Restoration and healing is taking place in my family.  Restoration and healing.  And I have to keep believing for my father that he too will surrender and stop being so obstinate.

And so I continue to pray that God send men full of the Holy Ghost and power to talk to him...laborers with the specific task of reaping the harvest...someone that my father will listen to...and God will do it because He is faithful. My grandmother is only a sign of the things to come.