GOD MUST REALLY LOVE ME

Well duh, of course He does. He even loves all the faults I have. Yes Mrs. Sandy has faults, okay I said it, you didn't. Maybe I care to much for people. Is this a bad thing? Maybe sometimes it is. Maybe my fault lies with turning everything over to God and letting him have control over it. I just did it again, I am a control freak. I think I am on a mission this morning to discredit my name. Why God, did you give me such emotions, why did you give me a heart that goes out and gets hurt? The Bible does say the the heart is very deceiving. Am I being deceived or am I a deceiver? Out of the two choices I would rather be the first.
Then the word choice is in there. Another word that is hard to handle. One of the little ladies I care for is going to have to make a choice whether to keep me when I get better or go with the lady that is taking my place. She wants both, but this can not be so. I guess that is why they call it a choice. God gives each and every man choices. Could good things happen to people that are not saved? Yes, well of course they can, but it all lies with who gives you those things and the price that comes with that choice. The price is your soul, who do you give it to. God or satan. Yes, satan is real, and he really wants to give you what appears to be wonderful, just as he did with Eve in the garden. I pray you make the right choice, God has my vote. Then there are children who watch the choices that their parents make. Have my children watched me make bad choices, yes they have. Oh if I could only turn back time.
There's another word to deal with, time. Time will always tell, whether you want it to or not. I think the time is now, to stop playing games with my (our) lives and hand everything over to God. All of our controlling, all of our choices, and all of our time. The three sins in Mrs. Sandy's life. I AM READY, ARE YOU!!!!!!!

Shock treatments do work!!!!!!

I have had the chance to have some interesting conversations this week. It made me look back when I was a teenager trying to fit in. I am from St. Louis, was born and raised there. When the power plant took off in Fulton, it brought my Father and Mother here and left me up in St. Louis to finish out the school year with a friend who's family agreed I could stay with them so I could finish my sophomore year out. Don't get me wrong, my parents did not leave me, it was my choice. Sometimes (most the time) a teenagers choices are not wise. The family I stayed with was wonderful, they treated me like I was one of their own. The problem was their daughter and I both was trying to fit into a crowd that neither of us needed to be in. We did the smoking thing and the pill thing.... not a good choice. Needless to say, my parents got me out of St. Louis just in time.
WHAT A SHOCK!!!!!!! I look back now, knowing it was a wake up call from, you guessed it, GOD. Here I was, used to living in an area where you could walk and go shopping anywhere you wanted. Where do I wind up, but in the STICKS!!!! Yes, down in Steedman, Mo. I thought about running away, but, was scared to death. First night down in the sticks, outside pitch black (no street lights) hearing what sounded like a women screaming for help. I started screaming myself. My father came running outside and said, OH Sandra, that is a panther screaming in the woods. I don't think I need to say anymore on that subject!!!
Isn't it wonderful how God has a sense of humor? I can only give Him the Praise and Glory for taking me out of the situation I choose to put myself into. He must really love me a lot!! :-)
Again, lessons learned.

Leaky Liver and Pooped out Pancreas

Yes, you read it right, this is what is wrong with Mrs. Sandy. My two girls and I went to the Diabetic training classes Tuesday night and we learned what our problem was. I have found this class to be very interesting. Next Tuesday night they will customize a plan for each of us, but for this week we are aloud 45 grams of carbs at each meal, totaling 135 grams of carbs a day. Little trickier than it sounds. If you eat a sandwich, 15 chips, and 8 ozs of milk, you are done for that meal. No dessert. It is not as bad as it sounds though. You can have anything really, you just to keep track of the carbs if your body has a pooped out pancreas.
Poor Dawn she is freaking out. She loves food, it is not fair that she has this, and she hates it. Please pray for her, and me to have patients with her. Sara, she is my tough bird, she will do fine. Mom, well she could give herself a swift kick in the trunk. It is in the genes, but still that is no excuse. I have learned that once a diabetic always a diabetic. I should have paid ed closer attention to the signals my body was giving me. Again, lessons learned for an old lady. See, you are never to old to learn.
Well, I will close for now. Prayers of love and happiness for you all.
Love, Mrs. Sandy
1 Corinthians 10:13

WEDNESDAY MAY 6, 2009

Well hello everyone. I am sitting at work missing Church services. I am thinking about the many blessings that God allows me to have. I used to have Wednesday nights off until the 13 1/3 hour shifts got to be to much. For those of you that don't know, I am having a hard time with my sugar count. My father was a very bad diabetic, I was one in 1979. I was on a pill form of insulin, took it for a year, and it went away. The doctor that took care of my father and I told me that he looked for me when I reached in my forties, that my sugar would probably spike and I would be insulin depended. I had left him as my care physician to doctor in Fulton to make life easier. Well to make a long story short, sometimes making things easier makes it harder in the end. I have went back to him, should have never left. Lessons learned. My sugars have been all over the place. I ate somethings yesterday, and paid for it last night and today. Stupid Sandy, I will never do that again. Feeling better, but still sick to my stomach. So if you would please, pray for my health, and my stupidity.
Even though I have to work on Wednesday evenings, it has opened up the door for me to go back to going out on visitation Saturday mornings. I truly enjoy going out visiting and telling people about Jesus Christ. I know one day God will work it out that I will be able to attend services on Wednesday nights again and also go on visitation on Saturdays. Until then, I will get by, and He will honor my request in due time. GOD is good, ALWAYS!!!! As my Sunday School students will tell you God always keeps His promises!!!
Love, Mrs. Sandy
1 Corinthians 10:13