One of my most favorite bible stories is the one of the Noah's ark and the great flood.  I love the part where the rainbow appears as a symbol of God's promise.  I still love to see those beautiful colors arc in the sky.  It gives me a sense of peace every time I witness it.  
Although I know I am not quite ready to write this entry, I have decided to move forward.  As some of you know, I touched on it a bit in my last entry.  Now, I will be telling more of the story.  
On Sept.  23, 2011 our oldest daughter suffered a grand mal seizure and was hospitalized.  Two days later, we were informed she has epilepsy and will always have it.  She left the hospital, determined to return to her life as a college student.  I stayed on to be sure she would adjust and to help where needed.  In those few days, she made appointments, talked with her school's disability department, visted with friends, arranged for rides to class (seizures mean no driving until seizures are under control)  and started back to school.  Even though we were both afraid, we knew that I too, would need to return to my life and so I left for home a few days later.  Every goodbye is difficult when parting with your child.  However, I think this is one of my hardest.  My heart wanted to stay and help her manage the new diagnosis.  Yet, it isn't mine, nor is a college apartment and classes any longer a part of my days.  We finally managed our goodbyes, and I headed out on rt. 68 with the sun shinning on a beautiful fall day.  I prayed, cried and snacked as I drove along trying to locate peace with this new situation.  
As I arrived in the Cumberland area, I noticed the sky was dark, and it appeared as though an angry storm had just ended.  Branches and leaves blew across the road, and a few random raindrops fell to the windsheild.  Traffic came to a sudden stop, and I sat for several minutes waiting for my lane to move again.  I noticed a tow truck ahead of me and summized an accident must be the reason for the delay.  My eyes scanned the landscape of mountians and trees and the reds, yellows, of fall.  Beautiful.  I thought.   Looking skyward, I saw the rainbow.  It was a perfect arc there in the sky, adding to the palet of an already colorful scene.  
Maybe you don't find peace in such things, and maybe you see it as just a coinsidence, but I was reminded that God keeps his promises, and that he is everpresent in our lives.  I was able to get a picture of that very rainbow with my phone, and I've posted it here for everyone to see.  Be well.   JKH

It is difficult for me to comprehend all that has occured since my last blog.  On Friday, Sept. 23, I got a call from my daughter's boyfriend.  That call changed everything.  Our daughter suffered a grand mal seizure, and after several days in the hospital has been diagnosed with Epilepsy.  I call it another storm because my husband has Parkinson's disease and the pieces I've written about his situation are included on this site under "Storms".  I must admit, this one really caught me asleep at the wheel.  I had no idea.  Somehow, we missed the warning signs.  However, we have already begun the healing process and my daughter is already back in school, attending her college classes.  She is indeed an inspiration.  Other blessings include our families, the Miller family, Justyn, the nurses and doctors at Ruby Memorial, and my youngest daughter, Chels.  You really stepped up for your sister and showed what you are made of. 
 I know there are many praying for us at this time.  All I can say is thank you.  JMH