It’s a big enough deal to ask for your prayers in this public way, though, despite the fact that my phone may start ringing and I may have to recant in a few hours with a “All’s fine!” post.
In fact, that’s what I’d love to do, recant. 🙂
I’d especially ask you for your prayers for my mother-in-law. She’s had a bit of stress here lately, and though she’s been a trooper (near Marine level, really), there’s a fine crack running through her and threatening to break her wide open.
UPDATE: At 9 PM, things are…quiet. The doctor suggested that Gene go to the hospital. Being either stubborn or feeling miraculously cured, he flat out refused.
It will be a night for praying. (And it won’t be the first…or the last.)
I have a post scheduled to go live first thing in the morning, and I hope I won’t be online updating between now and then. Because I am still hoping to recant, you know. 🙂
Sarah, will be keeping you all in my prayers and thoughts. Maybe you could get Maria podsquatter Johnson’s dog to chase him to the hospital?? Just a thought.
Mark aka Pochucknorth on Twitter.
Thanks, Mark…for the prayers AND for that great guffawing laugh I just had reading your comment. 🙂
I’ll ship the dog with the hat. You know all my resources are available to you…my thoughts…my prayers…my ears…my heart…the demon dog.
In fact, if Mark has any need of an attack dog with a large bladder…just let me know….
Oh great, another terror dog. JUST what I needed to get me through the 3rd trimester. Have I told you lately just how thoughtful you are, Maria? 🙂