Imagine how extremely happy I was when I visited Washington and Sharon (my half-sister) invited me to go to Huey Lewis and the News at a winery in Washington.
"Heck yeah!"
We went and had a grand time. It is so very fun to see the artist that we loved as kids. They were older and less in tune, however, they sang all the songs that we knew plus more. We sat in the cool grass under the night stars and listened. What could be finer?
When Jaden was born, I was kid-you-not dying. I was bleeding out and the doctor was going in circles with different treatments trying to stabilize me. Mark had to intervene when they attempted to give me blood thinners in hopes that the blood clots would stop.
The doctor sat by my bed and I could see the fear in his eyes. "Are you LDS?" I asked. "Yes, I am." "Then you need to give me a blessing." "I can get someone in here to do it." "Nope. YOU need to."
The LDS religion gives blessings to the sick and the ailing. Priesthood holders gather round, hands are placed on your head and a prayer is given in your behalf.
I had asked my doctor to bless me. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that if HE said I would be okay then HE would find the knowledge to make it so. The blessing wasn't for me. It was for him. He just didn't know it.
I was thrown into surgery and seven transfusions later, I'm here and still kicking HARD. All because my doctor found the strength, knowledge and power to make it so.
Last weekend the Adamson family gathered for food and fun. This is my mom's side of the family. How-oh-how do I find the words to express how much I love these people.
Tanna attended the shenanigans with me. We pulled into our parking spot and exited the car in time to hear my Uncle Phil ringing a bell to gather all. "Yep. We're at the right place. Only the Adamson family would ring a bell to gather the group." Followed by giggles and laughter.
There's something about family reunions, don't you think? I get to see cousins that I knew so well as a child, but haven't seen in FOREVER. It's fun to see them as adults with their own kids running around causing chaos. I can tell who belongs to who because their kids look EXACTLY as I remember my cousins.
I chatted and joked with Aunts and Uncles and thoroughly enjoyed spending time with my dear Mom. Dad was at a meeting, so I got some much needed one-on-one time with Mom. My mom is the kindest, sweetest, most loving woman on this planet and I love her dearly. How lucky am I?
Talking (which I love to do) wears me out and after a couple hours of visiting, eating, laughter and games, it was time for me to leave.
I said a few good-byes, however, since my walking SUCKS I didn't make my way around the pavilion to each family member to express my love one more time.
Tanna and I were nearly to my car when my Aunt Jane came running toward me to say goodbye. "Would you like the men to give you a blessing?"
"Yes I would."
The men gathered and my beloved Uncles and cousins placed their hands on my head and gave me a blessing.
I am not saying that I was "healed". (Although, that would be pretty dang cool, wouldn't it?) However, there was power in that prayer. And then I heard loud and clear. "That's the power love."
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