Prayer Requests 3 Men

Usually I don't do this, but I know I am on one accord with you.

My prayer requests:

My dad. David:
He had to go into the hospital last night. He lives in Valdosta, Georgia. He has an infection and a high fever and he's in a lot of pain. Also, pray for his spirit. My dad is a retired Marine, and since the war in Iraq he has had a lot of flashbacks. He's started drinking again and stopped going to church.

My boyfriend. Gaspard:
He started is final rounds of clinical this month. He is in grad school for respiratory therapy. During this time he works at the hospital twelve + hour shifts. It is our silent time. He gave me his new number to call him, and I lost it. God, have mercy. Pray I find it or he calls...soon.

My brother, my twin. David Vidal:
He is the chicken king of Georgia. Just left his four year plant manager gig at Tyson Chicken now he is a plant supervisor at Gold Kist chicken. This is what happens when you grow up feeding chickens before you go to school. I love Big Dave. Send me a case of chicken why don't you. He's going through a divorce. And I don't want him to do it. But it's almost done. Pray for his spirit. His old minister is his ex-father-in-law.

My sister-in-law, Shonda.
Shonda is an Airwoman(Serves in the Air Force.) Shonda, my step-brother Marc and their kids have been living at Daddy's, since the Hurricane. The baby had to be lifeflighted to Jacksonville. Pray for her recovery.

Kiondra.
She's still missing. We haven't heard from her, since last Monday. She went home to N'awlins to bring her family here to Atlanta. She's a church member at Saint Phillip.Pray for word from her.

For your inspiration. Mahalia Jackson has been singing Move on Up a Little Higher in my ear this morning. That's right. She lives. Hallelujah! Click on this site to hear what I'm hearing right now. http://www.emusic.com/album/10863/10863488.html

I have some exciting fiction news to talk about later. But now I have to work on my novel and the faith*in*fiction short story. I'm pulling double duty./

I want to throw my church handkerchief out(black southern church folk know you through the handkerchief when the preacher or the singer takes you a little higher) to my Sunday School Class at McKendree United Methodist in Lawrenceville: Jason,Jami, Andy, Kim, Darlene, Doug, John and Sweet Denise. They have came by and taken care of Selah when I was sick last week. Brought me a washer and dryer. And helped me look for my mother this weekend(I'm saving that story for another entry.)I am not a member of McKendree. I am the only African American in that class. I am the only Democrat in that class. And I am the only single parent in that class. But they treat me like a queen and Selah like a princess. God, Bless them.

Bless all of you. Listen to Mahalia. Congratulate Claudia and let's write on to see what the end's gon' be,
Dee

PS. Oprah's live in N'awlins today.