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a medical fundraiser

For over a year, our church has been praying for a young mother (Kim Sappington Wilson) who is fighting scleroderma, one of the ugliest forms of auto-immune disease there is.  She is now off of chemotherapy, and is being treated by John Hopkins. The lung damage is irreversible, but there may be hope for her heart. To help offset the costs of travel to the hospital, a fund has been set up in her name. If you click on the red box to the left of this page, it will take you to the donation page. And if you can't give, please pray for the doctors as the pursue treatment options, for her emotions as they've been on a downward spiral lately, and for her family as they watch her suffer.

On a much brighter note, my brother-in-law has accepted the pastorate at a church in Washington, NC (hooray for being closer to my sis!). While we'll never understand this side of heaven all the steps that lead to this move, I have to rest in the assurance that God does have a plan, even when it doesn't make sense to our finite minds.

And Lord willing, Bobby's cold will not worsen (or aggravate his polyps or his bp) and this time next week I'll be heading to Emerald Isle for our church's ladies retreat.

Happy Friday everyone!

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