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Suffering Shared, Courage Combined (Part Three)

Hi Ken, I finally had a chance to check out your website and I loved it! Some parts made me cry some made me laugh so all and all I loved it! Cheryl ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Each tear is precious to God. I must add that a sense of humour is a of value as well. It's a healing thing to laugh - CLICK HERE - and it just might make your day

Suffering Shared, Courage Combined (Part Two)

i read a bit about whats been happening in your life.... I am not sure how old that artical was but it sadden my heart and i pray god just be with you and heal you! we often wonder why these things happen to god's people? i still love jesus ,believe in him but often wonder why these things happen to us last year our daughter hannah 10 years old at the time caught a cold had high fevers for around a week sometimes pressing over 100 which finally lead to seizures she spent the next 2 months in the hospital with uncontrolled seizures (she is not epiletic, they figure it is viral insefalietis which made it way to her brain) she was in a coma (doctor induced) over a month and i stop couinting the seizures after 1500 give or take..... we prayed ,,,we all prayed ,,still nothing, now she's getting better but not out the woods yet,she's on some serious meds- that well i am sorry to say help in one way and damage in others,,,,, but we keep pressing in, is it gods way of t

Suffering Shared, Courage Combined! (Part One)

Moving reader feedback (permission to share) after posting Our Story. See posts (to the left, Meet The Kutneys ) for my wife's important perspective on suffering, entitled 'Embracing the Mystery' along with my like-themed article entitled 'Changing Seasons'. Dear Ken and Joy: "I prayed for you today". I can totally relate to your situation. I have been diagnosed with Parkinsons Disease. Although it came on early and is a type that rapidly worsens and does not respond well to medications. I always say that my "faith strings to my heart are getting tighter every day". I also am like the cork that keeps bobbing back to surface. I can not look back on my life and wish for the past but pursue every day under God's grace, seeking a way that I can bless someone. There are times that I can not speak, walk, or swallow and drool is sliding from the sides of my mouth but in my heart I know that God can still use me. Perhaps not in