Monday, February 22, 2021

Heaven's help...

Many years ago my brother Marion decided to attend nursing school. This was a surprise to us. He had worked as a brick mason, carpenter, served his country in the Army, and even completed a tour of duty in Viet Nam. He was working one day roofing a building. It started to rain and as he was climbing down off the roof, he fell. It was a metal roof and became slippery in the rain. He landed on his feet, fracturing almost every bone in both feet. He had several surgeries but through a series of miracles he graduated from nursing school in a wheel chair. He never got to actually practice nursing because the recovery was long. He also did not have the ability to be on his feet for a long periods of time. Of course that would be required to be a nurse. He got a job driving truck and made the best of it. I have never heard him complain. He has been single for many years now. I have prayed for a long time he would move to Michigan to be near his daughters. I couldn't bear the thought of him being alone as he gets older. A few days ago we were talking and he told me he has made the decision to move to Michigan this summer. Kim and Heidi are looking for the perfect house for him. I can't tell how happy this makes me. He's excited for this new chapter in his life.


My brother Lloyd had several basal cell carcinomas removed in January. Basal cell carcinoma's are the most common form of skin cancer. This is always worrisome because my Dad and Grandma Federer passed away from melanoma that started as basal cell. Thankfully Lloyd's were benign except for some on his nose. He had extensive surgery to remove the carcinomas on Thursday. It required reconstructive surgery. It was difficult to see the pictures of him. I believe he was also granted a miracle because he's dong so well. He looks and feels better each day. I talked to him and he's not in too much pain, and even did a few chores.

I love my brothers and remember them in my prayers every day. I know sometimes our heartfelt prayers are not answered in the time or way we hoped for. Sometimes we have to "wait upon the Lord" (Psalm 37:9). But I have felt the love of the Lord these past few days. I am grateful that prayers are answered. I testify of the knowledge and miracles that come from communion with our Heavenly Father. I believe there is no need to muddle through life alone. We can have heaven's help.