Thanksgiving Message from P337 and Timna

Timna Update Thursday 11/26/2009 11:15-ish am Eastern I woke up this morning with an old hymn running through my brain. I didn't mind. The lines, " Angels, descending, bring from above echoes of mercy, whispers of love." and "Watching and waiting, looking above, filled with His goodness, lost in His love." struck me with happiness as I arose. I don't think I've ever had that happen to me to such an extent before. The full lyrics: Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God, Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood. Refrain: This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Savior all the day long; This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Savior all the day long. Perfect submission, perfect delight, Visions of rapture now burst on my sight; Angels, descending, bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love. Perfect submission, all is at rest, I in my Savior am happy and blest, Watching and waiting, looking above, Filled with His goodness, lost in His love. When I got to the hospital I found Timna with the bed in a sitting position and her watching bits of the parades between dozing bouts. The nurse said she was doing great this morning. They can't use the feeding tube for a Thanksgiving dinner since they have to wait 24 hours. She'll have to go hungry on Thanksgiving but there's so much to be thankful for. She is moving her arms a little more purposeful this morning though there are still some spastic motions. They don't have her tethered and hope she will be able to control herself. I pray for blessings on each and every one of you on this Thanksgiving day. It's hard when every brainstorm results in a power failure. - Lee Peterman