Prayer Requests

There is an interesting man in the church I attend, a loner whom goes out of his way to talk to me.  I realized early on that the reason behind this is that I took some guys shooting with me when my little arsenal arrived here and well that is the stuff legends are made of.  I think that was the day I was letting guys shoot my guns, even my politically incorrect one :)  It was a fun day but I inherited a few guys after that whom are shooters but just not with me that day.  I also figured out that doing that was a mistake in this paranoia driven culture.  So most guys love me, most women think I am Satan incarnate.  :)

So the man whom seeks me out has a wife but she is rarely seen, so back in August, when I could walk and go to church for one of the few times in 2015, I asked him about what was up with his wife.  And oh, did he ever dump that one one me!

She is an alcoholic, in a huge way - with a capital A!  Apparently far worse than my own great-father of whom drunken legend are made of and there is nothing which can be done for her it seems.

So, Sunday was an update: body mass now so low she can no longer walk.  She has been through rehab now 13 times!  and can not stop drinking.  Luckily, because of her weight problem she now can not get alcohol - but I doubt that is a positive to her interaction with her husband.  He has tried to get her back in rehab for round 14 - but she is so abusive that they turned him down last week.  And he is pretty sure she is going to die and there is nothing he can do to help her because she does not want help.

Sad part is - she is a really nice person, as is he, but no ability to not take a drink.

Also it turns out that her parents live across the street from me and four houses down, her brother diagonal to them across an intersection, her niece across the street from her father on my side of the block and their cousin across the street from me!

Now the cousin, I knew back in the 1970's, back in my youth pastor days - he was a youth pastor with a Lutheran church a few miles from here.  We used to do youth events together.  And I saw him on crutches the other day, so I waddled over to see him (hopped?).

Seems he went on a binge - undefined - other than it shot his sugar level past the point of death (so had to be alcohol) and his spine died!  Yeah, good-bye nervous system!  So, I gave him a month's worth of the trial drug which restored my spinal system after its severing.  That was two weeks ago, last night I saw him still on crutches but he was moving his legs to match the alternating rhythm of the crutches!  Not weight bearing but no long worthless lumps of meat hanging off his waist line!  So, Praise God!

But, Steve has continued need for prayer as he is completely disabled due to this!

And if you remember my recovering body as well, thank you.  Prayer is all that sustains me - I know this for a fact - just do not know whom to thank.....