GCR Women

We've been watching a show on TV that highlights the craftsmanship of some men who salvage logs and wood from old log buildings and use them to build new homes. These skilled men locate old cabins and barns that are too dilapidated to stand much longer, many around 150 to 200 years old.  While they take them down, they see the skill and care the original builders took in construction and marvel at what pioneers were able to do without power tools and cranes.  They also notice the damage wrought by time and the elements and find the repairs others have made in an effort to keep the cabin standing. As they dissemble the old cabins, they carefully mark each log, noting its placement in the original structure.   Then, when they haul the logs back to their yard, they're able to reassemble the cabin and repair any damaged logs, so it'll be ready to take to location where it will be rebuilt or where the logs will become a major part of a new house.  They take such pride in thei

Teresa didn't ask for cancer, but it came to her anyway. When she was diagnosed, the cancer in her body was already at stage 4.  It was not her cancer.  It was an aggressive, evil disease that developed inside in Teresa and invaded her own healthy tissue without her desire or permission.  It tried to hold her captive, to stop her in her tracks.  But it didn't know who it was messing with. Cancer didn't know Teresa. In the course of the five and a half years that Teresa lived after her diagnosis, she lived more fully than ever before. I don't mean that she traveled the world or spent all her money.  Not Teresa.  In the short time I knew Teresa, I knew she went through various cancer treatments.  But whatever pain and discomfort she had, she did all she could not to show it.  Not Teresa.  The Teresa I knew chose a more excellent life. The Teresa I knew spent much of her last years on this earth being the heart and hands and feet of Jesus.  She served faithfully week