GCR Women

I don't know what hurts me more:  a terrorist on a killing rampage or a child being dragged away from his parents by an alligator.  Both are such frightening scenes that I can hardly bear to think about them.  When I do, I imagine:  What would I do if this was happening to me, to my family?  How would I feel?  How would I react?  How would I recover? My heart breaks for the victims and their families.  I get frustrated at all the pieces and parts that led up to these events.  I want to understand and try to prevent something like this from happening again. But what can I really do myself to make things better?  And how do I take all this in and not be affected? Our world is hungry and dark and we have been called to nurture those around us and show them the way to go.  If we let the Holy Spirit guide us, we'll produce bumper crops of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control.  I...

It's been almost 3 years since I had surgery on my shoulder.  I used to think it began that day in March 2013 when I fell off the treadmill and shredded what was left of my rotator cuff, but I've come to know that it started long before that. Over the years, other falls, overuse or misuse worked on that part of my shoulder, weakening it little by little till the fall finished it off along with the bicep muscle that had been attached to it. Then, suddenly, I was in pain and I couldn't raise my arm or extend it fully.  I couldn't lift what I had been able to.  I'd pushed it beyond its limit and it snapped. I consulted with one doctor who wasn't too concerned. After all, I was nearly 60 - ready for a rocking chair on a porch somewhere, I suppose. When I asked him what he'd do if he was in my position, he laughingly said he'd probably have surgery, if it affected his golf game.  His golf game.  Thanks for caring. So, I talked to my sister-in-law who...