Staying in Contact

Hey yall,
It's been a while since I've written. A lot has happened since I
talked to you, including me in the ER. Did I say ER? Yes ma'am and yes
sir, that's what I said.

Now the folks that really know me are aware that I don't like doctors,
and moreover, I hate hospitals. The only reason I went frequently to
them was because I was the visitor *laughing*.

Anyway, I woke up early Thursday morning with a pain from hell. If I
didn't need a doctor's excuse for work, I probably wouldn't have gone,
but when Chris asked, I said yes. All the while, from the bed, to the
toilet, to the car, I kept declaring out loud "By Jesus' stripes, I am
healed." I believed that 100%. My body must line up with that fact.
Consequently, I do not sustain long sicknesses.

I tell people that sickness and I have an agreement--that it does not
come here and set up residence. It is uninvited.

Anyway, these hospitals here are definitely different from the ones in
Michigan. Once they decided that it might be my appendix or
gallbladder, they had the IV needle out and ready for insertion. I
hate needles. I hate being out of control and being controlled by
drugs. That just ain't God. Ya feel me?

I cried like a baby. All I kept saying was, "I wish I would have never
come. I don't want no IV. I'm so scared." As I was crying, I just kept
thinking about Chris and started to admire him all over again.

He goes three times a week to dialysis--where they put huge needles in
him. He takes it without complaint. If it were me, I would probably
just ask God to take me out of here.

The nurse was very nice to me, and I held Chris' hand. Man, I not only
felt like a wuss; I was a wuss and din't care one bit.

The more they talked about keeping me, the more I refuted that out
loud, telling them, "Oh no. I'm not staying here. I'm going home. You
won't be finding nothing."

I don't really know why I'm telling you this word for word. Maybe it's
for someone who's reading this or will read this. I want you to be
encouraged to stand on the Word of God. If He said your healing is
available--and He did--then, you agree with God and speak it forth.

Well, I'm sure you guessed it. They couldn't find any problems, and I
was home by 9:00 a.m. Because of the Demarol (or however it's
spelled), I slept all day without pain.

Friday, I came to work.

Saturday, for the first time, I went to evangelism. I stayed back to
pray because I fell on Thursday when I finally got up to walk Rusty. I
hurt the same ankle that Satan has been trying to take out since
2004--I fell in the snow and had to wear a cast and the whole nine
yards.

After Evangelism, I went shopping. I really don't like to cool, but I
have determined to cook for my husband at least on the weekends. I'm
getting my confidence back, cuz back in the early ninety's, I used to
throw down. I cooked all kinds of stuff--fried fish, chicken, pork
chops; round steaks with potatoes and gravy;... the list was endless.
Because of a lot of hurt (some of it was because of my rebellion), I
shut down (way down). But, I'm back up again--slowly but surely! Two
weeks ago, I cooked spaghetti. This weekend, I made meat loaf. Yall
got ideas for next weekend? Send 'em my way.

Well, that's about all for now. I know I've got to finish my family
portrait. I'm gonna try and do that today.

Stay tuned, and thanks for reading and commenting.
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Hurray! Another Success

I had to interrupt this normal broadcast to tell you about my great success!

All those who know me and want to get to know me must know this one thing--I love computers! I find it quite relaxing to work on my own--that is, when I want to. Anyway, I have been trying very hard to set up my BrailleNote as a display for my computer. My sister has taken me to the store on at least four occasion as I adventurously bought cords for this feat--only to discover that they were all the wrong cords.

Well, yesterday, I even had assistance from another state trying to help me. We got closer, but no success. Then I had someone else call me from this state. Closer, but no success. Then, my mommy took me to get a refund for the last cord I bought and look for the right one. We found it at Comp USA; plugged it in; and voila! It is now working!

I am so very excited. I figure, why purchase something neew when I can use what I have.

Thanks, God. Hurray!

Introduction--Part III: My Husband

One day soon, I'm gonna have pictures of my entire family available
for all to see. But I guess, until then, you'll have to see jsut as I
do. *Smile*

In 1994, I had a relationship that ended quite disasterously. I mean,
it was pretty bad. The Lord was with me though. I went through
tremendous physical and emotional and spiritual healing afterwards.
This process took about six years.

During those six years, I was pretty hateful towards all men,
including, and especially, my father. I never considered getting
married or even having a boyfriend. I was truly hurt.

I started working in 2000 at the Great Lakes Center for Independent
Living. This guy intrigued me. So down I went--another road that ended
in a bad relationship. The Lord just used him to say to me, "I can't
be with you. I'm not good enough for you."

I remember feeling that my heart was being ripped in two. We had spent
lots of time together talking. I had witnessed to him, but he chose
not to give his life to God. I vividly remember feeling like rivers
would shoot from my eyes when the Lord stopped me from crying. That
was deep. I liked this guy sooooo much, but I know that he was right,
he wasn't the one for me. God Himself had kept him from me and me from
him.

In 2001, I met this guy and we became good friends. I definitely
wasn't trying to get with him. After all, all my attempts were futile.
I had designed to wait on the Lord. Anyway, this guy and I were
friends.

He told me that he was the grandson of a preacher in Belleville.
Indeed, I sensed a person who had been running away from his own
calling from God. I also sensed a guy who had a message to deliver to
many. I told him that. He was stunned. No one had ever spoken that
word to him.

I also told him that I felt that he had a mask on. What the world saw
was not the real him. Inwardly, I was intrigued and wanted to know the
real person inside. I guess it reminded me of how folks with outward
disabilities are treated many times.

People, that don't know about something tend to shy away from it. Many
of them aren't willing to stay around and get to know the real you. If
they do, they feel sorry for you and pity you. That goes for people in
and out of the church--sad to say.

Anyway, I decided to stay around and get to know this guy--simply as a
friend. My mom and I were his first visitors at the hospital when his
toe was amputated. I witnissed to him and he came to our church. We
prayed with him and read the Bible with him. Somehow, he had become a
part of our family--and that was fine with me. I wasn't looking to him
as a boyfriend--I would always care for him as my big brother.

Time passed. He began to grow in God. As with all of us, the growth
was sometimes very slow, but steady. He would accompany me to meetings
and such, many times being my eyes and a great help to me. He would
show me flowers as we walked down the streets. No one had ever done
this. We laughed and talked a lot. He was a good friend.

I too, had deliverance to go through. Because of Chris' persistance,
the Lord used him to help me get lots of deliverance as well. My
attitude used to be a mess. Chris might tell you that it is still a
mess, but I have come a long way. I was reeeeeeeealy a trip. One
minute I was cool. The next minute, I was mad as hell with him. Chris
always kept his cool though with me and my jacked-up attitude and was
there when I came back from my tripped-out zone.

Chris had lots of physical problems when we first met him. He
practically lived in the hospital, didn't eat right and the whole
works. We, our family, saw him come off the diabetic needle; go less
to the hospital; and actually have stable health. These are miracles
that only the God of heaven and earth could accomplish. And believe
me, we, including Chris, give God all the glory.
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Introduction--Part II: My Parents

Now that I've finally got this thing working, I thought I'd try
posting to my journal and tell you some about
my parents.

My father still lives in Detroit. I have two brothers and a sister by
him. I love my dad a lot. God has done a lot in our relationship.
While growing up, we weren't around each other much. He had his life
going on, I guess, and that really hurt and scarred me. As life went
on, the Lord Jesus Christ helped me to forgive and love my father.

When my mom left for Arizona in 200e, the Lord brought my dad closer
to me. We did things together and he was there for me. We would talk
and laugh. It was quite neat to have him around, even if it was later
on in life. We really became close and I loved that.

When I moved to Arizona, it broke his heart. I thought I was the only
enjoying our relationship. It wasn't until I was planning on moving
that I found out he enjoyed it as well. My heart was broken about
leaving him, but I had to obey the will of the Lord for my life.

My desires for my Papa are (1) that he ba saved and know the Lord
Jesus Christ as his Lord, (2) that I will get to visit him this year.

My mommy is a wonderful, wise woman. I thank my God above for allowing
her to be in my life. She has been in my corner since I landed on this
earth. I haven't been the easiest child to get along with. (1) Being
born blind surely was a surprise; (2) being strong-willed was (and
still is) interesting. But my mom has given me loads of wisdom and I
appreciate her for this.

Besides leading me to Jesus Christ, who is my Lord and Savior,
I thank my mommy for believing in me, especially when I didn't believe
in myself. She is my biggest cheerleader and greatest confidante. She
is not afraid of me or of telling me the thruth. I am so proud to have
her as a mom!!!

Well, in the next post--Intro Part III--I'll let you in on the rest of
my family. I gotta keep yall guessin'

Peace

Is this it?

Is this it? Have I found to problem? I hope so. If you can see this
post, holla back.
Peace

introducing....? ME!

Hey yall,
My name is Sharonda Greenlaw, but my close friends call me Shari. I guess you know what level of friend you are by the name you address me by. *laughing* I’m kidding.

Anyway, I was born and raised in Michigan. I lived there all my life—that is, until February 2005. My husband, Chris, my dog guide, Rusty and I moved to Scottsdale, AZ where we happily reside.

I’m not gonna spend a bunch of time talking about those former things. If you wanna know more about the past, go to my former blog at

blog.myspace.com/special2god

that’ll get you up through the end of September. The reason I’m changing my site to blog is because I want to be able to post via email. That way, no matter where I am, I can keep my peeps current about my world.

Well, this is Part I of my Intro. I’ve gotta get ready for a client, so I’ll post later. Thanks for taking the time to stop by. I hope you be a frequent visitor.

Peace