Labor Day

As I am out and about for the next couple of days I have decided to leave you with this beautiful quote from a book that a dear British friend left in the comments section of the blog post "Seven Months". I was incredibly touched by this quote. The book just can not get here fast enough. It's title is Night of Weeping: When God's Children Suffer by Horatius Bonar.

"It is on earth that He expects to get glory from us, glory such as angels cannot give, glory such as we shall not be able to give hereafter. It is here that we are to preach to angels; it is here we are to show to them what a glorious God is ours. Our whole life below is given us for this. But it is especially in sorrow and under infirmity that God looks for glory from us. What a God-honouring thing to see a struggling, sorrowing child of earth cleave fast to God, calmly trusting in Him, happy and at rest in the midst of storm and suffering! What a spectacle for the hosts of heaven! Now, then, is the time for the saints to give glory to the Lord their God. Let them prize affliction as the very time and opportunity for doing so most of all. Let them use such a season well. And oh, what consolation to think that affliction is really such a season! Ah surely it is one which an angel might covet, which an archangel would gladly stoop to were that possible! They can glorify God much in Heaven amid its glory and blessedness, but oh, not half so much as we can on earth amid suffering and shame!"

Have a wonderful weekend thanking the Lord for the labors that He daily sets before us.
~Lazyd

What I Got Done

So, for the past couple of days my life has been all about curriculum, books, copying, and organization. I have four children doing formal book work this year. Two in high school, one in junior high, and one in grade school. I was able to get the majority of the copying done for their binders, get the reading lists organized and get a couple subjects planned out for the year. I have a couple more items that need to be taken care of and a little help needed by Goose and Daisy who are up in Oregon with my sister right now. I can't thank the Schroedi family enough for taking the kids for the last couple of days. And a big thank you goes to Lisa for creating Lil' Cowboy's binder for this year.

Another huge hurdle is coming up this week. Eric had worked hard on creating a family camp for our church. Eric LOVED being outdoors and in the mountains. We found a great place for our family camp right before Eric died. The deacons at our church have taken on the task of keeping the family camp alive. We have been looking forward to this BUT we also know that this will not be easy. First off, we spent every Labor day up at this particular lake. We loved boating and camping up there with friends. Eric memories are all over this place. I would love to back out of going but I know that we need to do this. We need to walk into the pain once more. It seems that I walk out of one painful episode of life and into another. Anyway, we will take our trailer up and try to enjoy the fun, fellowship, and food of camp life.
I am sure I will have wonderful photos to post when I get home.
~Lazyd

Another Unexpected

Wow! I did not see this coming. I did think that it could be hard BUUUTTT I did not think that it would make me cry. More than just cry....I mean really cry.
Maybe it is because the kids are not here. They are at a dear friends house for the next couple of days. Maybe it is because it reminds me that everything has changed.
What is it that has caused these unexpected emotions?
Creating the new weekly schedule.

Eric used to take the kids camping for a long weekend so that I could create the new schedule, make copies, put together binders, and get organized. I kind of like to be organized.
This year our friends down the street remembered this and opened up their home for my kiddos for the next couple of while I work on school.
It is taking much more time for me this year but hey, at least we are getting somewhere.
~Lazyd

Seven Months

On January 25th I said good-bye to Eric as he walked out the door with Daisy to go finish some work. I had no idea that this would be the last time I would kiss him, get a hug from him, or get to see his infamous smile.
The visual of walking into the hospital and seeing him lying on the gurney keeps flooding back to me. I remember a long ago friend having to go to the hospital and identify her husband who had been in a car accident. I could only imagine the scene she saw and I had prayed over and over again that God would not allow me the same traumatic experience. He did allow it and I have survived....yet there is a part of me that weeps at the thought. Oh how I wish for one more moment. He knew I loved him. I knew he loved me. I need no assurances of this but if only I could touch him one more time. I miss him.
I have heard that the fifth and sixth month are the hardest. Because Eric had gone out on a few six month cruises with the military I believe that my head had not caught up with my heart. It has continued to catch up the past couple of weeks. I feel immobilized by my sorrow. As the world around me proceeds I feel so alone in this journey. Well, alone in the earthly sense. I continue to feel the Lord's presence and continue to seek His face.
His Word is the light unto my path.

I am amazed at how many of the songs that we sing as a family and a church community direct us back to our immortality and remind us of God's provision. Each week I am stunned by the words that now come to the forefront because of the tragedy that I have experienced. But, unlike Saul, I find relief in the words. They make me cry (sometimes uncontrollably) but they also calm my heart as I reflect on God's greatness and my need for His sustainability.

I try to allow my feelings to be ever flowing on this blog. I can't tell you everything but I hope that the words that I do write will be a testament to God's mighty hand and also a help to those who might come in contact with them. I also try to end each blog with as much encouragement as I can muster. I need...and I mean NEED my Savior. I can not live life without Him. I hope you get that message which is even more important than my emotions.

Monumental Journey

Today my four oldest children embark on a journey of their own. Every year for the past ten years Eric and friend, Dave L. would take a bunch of kids on a hike. Three years ago it was Mt. Whitney. Two years ago it was a repeat of Half Dome. And, last year they climbed a few high peaks in the wilderness area above Yosemite. This year they will be hiking in a place below Yosemite...without Eric.
Dave has lovingly called this the Eric Davis Memorial Hike. I tear up just typing this. Eric loved the nature that God placed around us and was in his element while up in the wilderness. His most eloquent, spiritual moments were when we were hiking or camping in the forest. He enjoyed these many outings with our children. Goose was the reason why Eric started these yearly trips and hence the reason why Goose gets the award for being on the most hikes. He has succeeded on all ten hikes so far. The past few years Eric added a girl or two and last year was Miss Daisy's first trip with a pack on her back.
This year all four bio children will make this trek in the wilderness. I find myself crying out to God to protect them and keep them from harm. It is not an easy task to keep my heart from fear but I know that I HAVE to. I have to let them go and explore the world out there. I have to let them feel the pain of death and the sorrow of not being with their dad on this trip. It breaks my heart to know that my children will all face this without me...but they will face it with their heavenly Father who is by far a better comfort than I can ever be.
I know full well that my kids will not be the only ones dealing with their grief. There are men and children who became close to Eric that will be traveling this same trail. I hope and will be praying that this weekend will give them the time they need to grieve and yet make new memories that will guide them in the years to come.
~Lazyd

Little Known Facts

I am going to attempt to answer a few questions that I have had asked of me over the past couple of months. First off, I have had many questions on what the final diagnosis was for Eric. The death certificate states that Eric died of Bronchial Asthma. I still think there is a bit of a mystery in this. The autopsy showed that his lungs and heart were in pink condition leading us to the conclusion that his lungs were not in distress. But, his bronchial tubes and his esophagus were filled with mucous. I believe that he was having severe allergic reactions to something...I just do not know what. We were attempting to find that out in the
few months before he passed away into Glory.

Many of you have asked how I am doing financially. I have a financial adviser who happens to be a very successful business man and Lisa's dad. He has been treating me and my family as his own and I will never be able to thank him for his work on my behalf. He talked to one of his lawyers on my behalf and providentially his lawyer knew Eric and almost lost his adult son to asthma also. So, this gentleman is working on my behalf pro bono. Again, I can't thank him enough as he works on my will and trust for my kids and as he fights the insurance company that is not wanting to pay.

When it comes to making it every month I can only say thank you to so many of you who helped support us during this incredibly hard time. All of your gifts paid our bills from February to May. In May I started to get Social Security. This amount would not allow me to stay home but our church community has seen fit to make up the difference each month. They will continue to do this until the Lord provides me another husband. I am blessed!

Eric left me with quite a few insurance policies which will allow me to pay off the house and any other debt that we have. I am fully aware that most woman do not have all that I have. I am surrounded by incredible people and have been given great resources. I do not take this for granted and thank the Lord for giving me a husband that took care of me even after he has gone on to bigger and better things.

Spiritually I am seriously diving in the Word of God daily and depend on it to keep me going. My oversight elder, Fletch, has graciously taken on Goose for me. He is meeting with him weekly to go through Back to Basics and mentor Goose as he works with his own boys. I have friends who continuously call, ask, admonish, and encourage me through this time of sorrow. As often as we can the kids and I all sit down at night and read the Word of God, sing some songs, pray together and learn a Psalm from the Psalter. I cherish these times as they just develop our family unity all the more.

Keeping up with the house chores and schooling is quite enough for me but I am also going to start teaching piano again. I am also working on writing music again. I have quite a few old hymns that I am creating new melodies for to reintroduce these classics to the church. It is truly one of the sweet ways that the Lord has given me to worship Him and relieve stress.

Some of you know about my eyes but I rarely talk about it...not sure why. So, here goes... I have a genetic disorder that is causing damage to my retina. It is a complicated disorder and I have been given anywhere from five to fifteen years to be completely blind. I have been on this journey for five years now and I have lost some vision but happily see most everything. I have stopped driving at night because darkness is one of my enemies. The sun, or any light, is either my friend or enemy. I have to wear sunglasses to protect my eyes and because the sun is too bright but the light is really helpful in reading and such. I have lost my reading ability in one eye and my depth perception is a bit off. I just feel like I have such to be thankful for as I am still able to see and I now have a Doctor that is not all too sure about the gloomy prediction of the Stanford Doctors. His conclusion is that we do not know enough about genetic problems to say there is no hope or no cure. I agree. I am on some very powerful vitamins and usually keep to a healthy diet. I say usually because the past six months
I have just eaten whatever is being fed me.

Wow! What a lot of information! Is there anything else that you want to know about us? I will try my best to answer your questions.
~Lazyd

Unexpected Friends

Today I had lunch with a new friend. She has been visiting my blog for awhile now and lives in the town just north of here. Nothing unusual about this right? What makes this friendship unusual is where I met her. She was a student RT (respiratory therapist) when Eric was in the hospital here in town last November.
It is hard to compare my visit to Emanuel hospital with my visit to Mercy hospital. For one, Eric did not die at Emanuel. I have fond memories of this hospital and the people I met there. We were in a very new Intensive Care Unit and the six days we were there were not filled with worries of death but rather hope for healing.
When I first walked into Eric's ER room at Mercy everything changed for me. The Doctors at both hospitals were kind and the nurses were hard working. But, at Mercy there was a feeling of dread, of expectation that Eric was not doing well. It also didn't help that Mercy is a very old hospital and in much need of remodeling.
I walked away from Emanuel with a few new friends and Tanya is one of them. We had a wonderful time at lunch. I did have to warn her that I have had a hard time keeping the tears at bay lately. I shared my story and she shared more of hers. I found out that I actually know her husband and graduated with him. Yep...from the same highschool! Kind of a small world don't you think?

Thank you for all of your prayers. I have been exhorted by a friend (he also happens to be my elder) to slow down and relax. Little did he know that "relax" was Eric's favorite word to use with me. If you have been visiting my blog for anytime you can get the idea that we are a family that is always on the move. This continuous fast pace life is wearing me thin and so I am going to start saying no. I have always had Eric here to say no for me. I guess this is a part of the lessons that will be learned during this period of my life....another part of my sanctification.
To God be the Glory!
~Lazyd

I Just Don't Want To

Please bear with me.

"...Continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, 13 for it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose. 14 Do everything without complaining or arguing, 15 so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the universe 16 as you hold out the word of life..." (Phil.2)

Here comes the BUT! Buuuuutttt, I just don't want to keep walking this path that the Lord has set before me. I am utterly weary, exhausted, and overwhelmed by life right now. I look at the pictures of Eric and I miss his stability, his decision making, his rock-solid beliefs, his ability to take care of us.
There are issues that most of you do not know about. For instance, we have an insurance company that just does not want to pay even though we have solid evidence that shows they are responsible to do so. I have a bank that is not willing to work with me or the gentleman that is helping me with my finances. I still have a lot of financial decisions looming over me and paperwork to wrap up on the business that we just sold. Add to that the need to get my house in order, training little ones, and begin a new school year and you can imagine my feelings of being overloaded.
I tell you all of this not to complain but for you to understand the pressures that a single woman faces daily. I understand that in some cases my situation is by far better than the average single mother. I have a house, a church family, and no regrets. I do not have to work outside the home and I do not have bitter custody battles to contend with. But, I do have sorrow and loneliness. My dreams of living sixty years or more with one man have been dashed and the love of my life is now living in glory as my brother in Christ. This is reality for me...and not an easy one to live with at the moment.
We memorized James 1 many years ago and this verse continues to come back to me over and over again including the moment I started to write this blogspot.

"Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, 3 knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. 4 And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing."

I am trying to be honest to the many that are still following our journey. I do not lack faith. I do not lack wisdom. I lack nothing for this trial I am going through. But, I am a frail human who sometimes just wants to give up and give in. I want the easy way out....not sure what that would be but it sounds good right now.
~Lazyd

Whoohoo!

Have I ever mentioned how much I enjoy the Olympic games? Last night you should have heard the kids and I as we watched the US men's swim team beat the French at the 400m freestyle relay. We were whooping and hollering as we realized that Jason Lezak was going to go for gold and establish a new world record (by four seconds!)

In other news, we will be heading home tomorrow. We have spent a whole week enjoying the beautiful weather in Central Oregon and being with our family. But, we are all very much wanting to go home and get back to straightening up the house and getting ready for the fall.

~Lazyd

Out of the Mouths of Babes

Brown Sugar said "Daddy is throwing rocks again" when she heard the thunder roar yesterday. Goose had told her that the sound she was hearing was Daddy's doing. Cute.

Tonight Brown Sugar kept calling out "Daddy!" when she saw him on the family videos we were watching together. When he didn't respond to her she said "He's not saying hi!?! He's not waving to me. Hi daddy". Ugh! My heart was already being torn apart by the footage that made him real again to me. Her words just tore it even deeper.

~Lazyd

Missions Week at the Davis'

A few weeks ago we spent time with Adam's family who are missionaries to iles de la Madelaine
off the coast of Quebec. Then, I introduced you to the Edgerton family who are going to be headed to Haiti in October. Now, let me introduce you to the Slawson family. Our church supports this great family in their missionary efforts in St. Petersburg, Russia. Their specific mission is to the families of disabled children. They are in the process of learning how to live and speak as a Russian. Their little Isaiah has Spina Bifida.
The above picture is not so flattering of me since I, once again, was caught talking. But, the other picture caught Cristy with her eyes closed so I deferred to this one instead. We had a grand time playing in the pool with Isaiah and Brown Sugar. Cristy has visited my blog for quite a while now and has left a few comments. I always know when she has been visiting because I believe she is the only one that views my blog from Russia!

Isaiah actually smiled at me!

Thomas, Cristy and little Isaiah. These dedicated parents have a lot of things on their plate. This little guy takes a lot of work and at the same time they are learning Russian and trying to cultivate a life in St. Petersburg. We were incredibly blessed to meet them.

One of our dear friends, the Schroeders, opened their home to the Slawson family. This is no surprise. This is the same family that my parents stayed with for two months! They had us all over for dinner and a picture.

Isn't technology great? We found out that the Slawson family also loves Tim Hawkins youtube videos. They shared a few of their favorites via their phone! This is all of the kids looking for the best view of the video. If you would like to learn more about Thomas and Cristy's ministry you can visit Siberian Grits.
On Saturday Goose went on a trip back to the city with the Slawson family. Since missions are so important to our family it really is no surprise that I have two children that believe they are bound for the mission field. Goose, being one of them, is hopefully gleaning a lot from these many missionary families that we have been able to surround ourselves with. The only family that would have rounded out our missions week would have been the Lodi family ( dear high school friend of mine) who work with Gospel for Asia. We hope to see them soon.

~Lazyd

San Fran

*I wrote this post last week not knowing that I was not going to have time to write this week. Quick update: We made it to Oregon safely. I have already spent some time with Amy and the rest of the family helping them through the funeral home process and getting the memorial together. Thank you for your prayers.

When people come to visit they usually want to take a day trip to San Fransisco and Yosemite National Park. My niece, Trinity, has been staying with us this week and these two stops were on our agenda but due to "circumstancs beyond our control" we were not able to go to Yosemite. Yosemite was Eric's favorite place on earth and so I knew that a trip up there would be very difficult. We visited the park two weeks before Eric died...that is how much he loved the area. I constantly tell people that in the new heaven and new earth Eric's mansion is going to be right smack dab in the middle of the Yosemite valley. All joking aside, the outlying areas of the National park have been on fire leaving the valley full of smoke. Since we have had enough smoke over the past month and you can't really see anything through the smoke, we decided to forgo that trip (whew! sigh of relief!) and instead pack in a full day in San Fransisco.
Now, I know what you all think of San Fran and yes, you are right! It is full of sin as much as any other big metropolis area. But, it is no coincidence that those who love to wallow in their sin also pick the most beautiful places to live. I say we take back these beautiful areas and ship them all out to the desert...but that is a whole other post altogether!
Anyway, there is a lot to do in this city but summer is really one of the worst times of the year to visit it. Mark Twain once said "The coldest winter I ever spent was the summer I spent in San Fransisco." He is right. It gets down right cold in the summer and yet the winter is absolutely gorgeous. Tuck that info away if you ever plan a visit out this way. This was when Trinity could come visit so we made the best of our time.

First stop was the AT&T ball park. I did not get a good picture of it since I really did not want to get out of the car. I dropped off Trin and drove around the block so that she could get the pictures up close and personal. I must add that I am not a sports fan. I just don't get into much more than the Olympics. Above is Coit Tower which looks a bit like the Leaning Tower of Pisa in this picture! It is a staple for visitors since you can see the whole bay from top Telegraph Hill. The great part is that the parking is free and they have a hall of great murals depicting the San Fransisco area during the Great Depression.

From Coit Tower it is just a few miles to the famous Lombard street. Can you imagine living off on this portion of the street? It is fun to drive down and right now the Hydrangeas are in full bloom (and so are the tourists!)

This is, by far, my favorite flower. I love the Hydrangea in all of its forms. One of the reasons I love the bay area is because these grow big and beautiful with the help of the cooler weather and fog that rolls in quite often.

Here's something that some people do not know exists in San Fransisco. Within the perameters of Golden Gate Park there are Bison. The American Bison has been roaming the grounds of Golden Gate Park for over a hundred years. They were given to the city as gifts and as a symbol of the Western way of life. They are taken care of by the San Fransisco Zoo but continue to live at the park.

Here is a gem of a playground. It is in the heart of Golden Gate Park. This slide is just a small part of a huge play area for parents and children. The sign specifically says that Adults are to be accompanied by a child!

One of the play structures in the park. When my parents took me as a child to the park we spent most of our time at the Steinhart Aquarium which is much more like a science museum. I have such fond memories of the museum and the DeHart art museum. The Steinhart is scheduled to open the end of September after an incredible face lift. I can't wait to take my kids...and the best part is all museums and the zoo are free on the first Wednesday of every month. Can't beat that.

So, this is the view of the bridge during the summer but even so it is a beautiful structre. It is usually crystal clear during the winter.

I can not number the photos we have of our family on the bridge but one without Eric is a first. My feelings matched the fog that surrounded us.

The famous Fisherman's wharf. Eric and I spent many years coming to San Fransisco to walk around the city and then enjoy a loaf of sourdough, a fresh crab, and a cold beer while sitting on the wharf.

Not my favorite chocolate but it will do in a pinch. Ghirardelli had its start in California and this sign is one of the beauties of Fisherman's wharf at night.

I love old building...indulge me a bit by adding a picture of one such old building at The Cannery.

We ended our day at Boudin's bakery. It is also at Fisherman's Wharf and has the best parking fees that I have found in the city. It sits next to Pier 39 which is a tourist trap but has the enduring Sea Lions that have taken over the pier. We ate Clam Chowder in Sourdough bowls. Yum! And, the great part is it is fairly inexpensive compared to most city restaurants.
We had such a great day hanging out and showing Trinity the sites. We all saw much more of the city than we had planned to because I did not know exactly how to get to Golden Gate Park. I knew one entrance/exit came out at the ocean and since you couldn't get me lost in the city if you tried I just headed toward the ocean. What a grand adventure!
If you are ever headed to San Fransisco let me know..I love to play tour guide!
~Lazyd

Words can not Express the Grief...

I am feeling at this moment. I got a call this evening from my sister and she had that tone of dread in her voice. "I have something to tell you Heather". I just knew someone had died but in the split second I was figuring out how I would react if she was about to tell me it was my Grandfather or if it was my Dad.
Instead she told me that my cousin died. Zach (34) has left behind his wife Amy and their two little sons. His Dad and Mom are so dear to me as is the rest of his family. I can not even explain the deep grief that I felt at that moment. "What?" is about all that came out of my mouth. The tears began to pour and turned into uncontrollable sobs as I was taken back six months to the moment that I saw Eric lying in the ER. All I could think is what is God thinking? Isn't one death enough in a family? Why?
I know the answers to my questions. God is sovereign. He determines every man's breath. This was no surprise to Him. What comfort and yet what pain. There was even a bit of jealousy as I realized that Zach was now in the presence of God with my Eric. I want to be there...I want to share the incredible experience of heaven with Eric. This was a fleeting thought though as my heart broke for Amy. She called me tonight about an hour after Zach was pronounced dead. We talked and cried. I so wish that I could have been there to just hold her. Somehow having someone hold you that knows what you are going through seems rather comforting.

I know what to say and yet I know that words will not sooth the soul right now. It is all about being there, doing, listening, crying. So, that is what I am going to do. Tomorrow we were already planning on taking Daisy and Miss M to the airport for their trip to Grandparents in WA. The rest of us will just keep driving. My whole family lives in Central Oregon and so I will get to be with them all and hopefully encourage them as they walk this very dark valley.

I do have a few prayer requests for you....

• please pray that the Lord would give me the right words and the ability to comfort Amy.
• please pray for my Grandparents who do not understand why they have not been taken to heaven and yet two of their young grandchildren have.
  
• please pray for safe travels
• please pray for my strength. This obviously is coming at me at a very raw stage of my own grief. I know I am called to be there for Amy and I am compelled to obey.
  

I was at Lisa's house this evening when we got the news. We were talking about how this grief is a lot like labor. When you are in the midst of it you just don't want to do it, it hurts, but you are compelled to continue because...well, you have no other choice. There is something good on the other side of the pain. She asked me what was the good that I see on the other side of this pain that I am enduring. My answer is written all over my heart...the good is the sanctification I am receiving. It is becoming more like Christ. That is the end result we are all suppose to desire. The path is what I struggle against and yet find myself compelled to walk down. I pray that I can clearly explain this to my family.
~Lazyd

County Fair and a Sweet Visit

This might be mission month at our church but it was mission week at our house. Our friends, Todd and Jennifer Edgerton and their two children, stayed over night Monday night. Todd was a high school friend of Eric's. They have been to Guatemala and are now on their way to Haiti with Mission Aviation Fellowship. The first Monday of our County Fair is Christian night. We attend every year so this year was no exception. It was not easy since this was one of Eric's favorite family activities but once again we walked into the pain and survived.
The guest musicians this year were Matthew West and Building429. Personally I wonder why the sound guys ramp up the sound system so much that the music becomes distorted. I am kind of a music purist and I have perfect pitch so it really irritates me to hear only thumps and off key vocals.
Matthew West was entertaining and has an incredible talent in creating a song from out of nowhere. He wrote a song for us Turlockonians that included the smell of cow manure and everything tasting good on a stick (every fair has cheesecake on a stick right?) His latest song to be played on the radio is called "You are Everything". It came out right after Eric died so you can imagine many tears flowing during this one. Here is a few of the lyrics...
You are everything that I live for
Everything that I can’t believe is happening
You’re standing right in front of me
With arms wide open
All I know is
Every day is filled with hope
You are everything that I believe for
And I can’t help but breathe you in
Breathe again
Feeling all this life within
Every single beat of my heart

So, when Building429 came on they upped the volume...I still don't understand how they accomplished this but they did. The lead singer was so off key that I had to walk out of this concert. My cotton filled ears could take it no longer! So, a few of us walked around the fair to see what the kids placed for their photos and Boo's dresses.

We have found that Miss M has an incredible eye when it comes to photography. This is just one of many that she took on our journey across the US. She finds ordinary household items but gets the picture when the shadows are just right.

Miss M took a picture of her friend that won her first place. Again, another example of seeing something unique and then capturing it on film. I love the fact that she does not have to manipulate her photos in Photoshop. What you see is what you get.

Daisy took this picture looking up at the Air Force Academy Chapel. Another great eye which helped her win first place.

Goose took this photo from the top of the St. Louis Arch. It was a very cool picture.

The surprise of the evening was that Boo placed first and second in the sewing catagory. There was not a lot of competition which helped but if you ever get a chance to see her work you will agree that she is headed for greatness with her sewing. The floral dress was considered a very difficult project and she succeeded.

Here is the whole Edgerton family. They were on their way down to Corcoran and then onto Los Angeles. They are flying to Guatamala for a sweet visit with those that they ministered to and with years ago. Even though we were hoping to bless them by opening our home they blessed me by helping fix two of my toilets that needed some new parts. Todd also helped me with my wireless network and my email settings.
The few hours that we spent together helped us understand their timeline and what it will be like to live in Haiti. We can't wait to hear how God is using them in Port-au-Prince.
~Lazyd