For success of a prayer service, you must put forth things that will interest high school girls. Personally, reflecting upon things that relate to God and God only, it's a time for me to think about other things. I find it very hard to think about those kinds of things. Listening to speakers drag on about how God talks to them can get old. I know that girls lose interest very shortly if people aren't good speakers, or if they carry a lot of information that isn't essential in their speeches. But when there's a good speaker taking about something interesting, people are engrossed.
So, what we did good was having people speak about the stations and relate it to their own life. I know people like to hear the stories of people they know, and what they've been through. Not only does it show interest, but it makes you feel closer to them in a way because you now know something more about them. Also, it was good that we kept their speeches fairly short. Some people had longer speeches and you could look into the congregation and see people losing intest. But for the most part, people looked engaged.
I think we could have maybe have had a prompt after each station (if time would have permitted) to relate the station to your life. Sometimes I like relating things to my own life, to really see things from a different perspective.
I also thought we did a good job with the music. Regular church songs tend to drag out and get old soon. I especially liked the instrumental music, it really adds to the atmosphere of everything.
Overall, I think our class did a great job with this prayer service. I heard good comments a out it, which doesn't always happen after longer prayer services. :)
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
List Happy: Part 2
Five Most Important Things That I Don't Believe About Jesus [That Others Might Believe] (Right Now):
1.) Do I believe that Jesus actually resurrected? I'm not exactly sure.
2.) I don't know if I can beleive that Jesus is God. I feel like the trinity is 3 different people (if you can call the Holy Spirit a person...?). They all together, but how can jesus be God too?
3.) I don't beleive he is going to "come again," as himself that is. To me, it's just too hard a concept to fathom. I don't understand how someone can be reborn, wouldn't that be considered reincarnation?
4.) the Eucharist isn't the only way to receive Jesus. If you're the type of person that needs something tangible, this is for you. But there are other ways to receive him.
5.) Jesus isn't coming back in 2012 along with the end of the world.
1.) Do I believe that Jesus actually resurrected? I'm not exactly sure.
2.) I don't know if I can beleive that Jesus is God. I feel like the trinity is 3 different people (if you can call the Holy Spirit a person...?). They all together, but how can jesus be God too?
3.) I don't beleive he is going to "come again," as himself that is. To me, it's just too hard a concept to fathom. I don't understand how someone can be reborn, wouldn't that be considered reincarnation?
4.) the Eucharist isn't the only way to receive Jesus. If you're the type of person that needs something tangible, this is for you. But there are other ways to receive him.
5.) Jesus isn't coming back in 2012 along with the end of the world.
List Happy: Part 1
Ten Most Important Things I Believe About Jesus (Right Now):
1.) Well first off, I believe that Jesus did infact exist.
2.) I believe that Jesus did die for our sins. He had that much love for everyone around him, and all the people of the future too.
3.) I believe that Jesus is the most important Catholic religious figure, he is where we get our faith from.
4.) I believe that he was a great teacher, because we still follow a lot of the same things today that he taught a longggg time ago.
5.) Jesus can be found in anyone, because we all come from the same God. His works can be found in great leaders.
6.) I believe that Jesus resurrected, but as you'll see in my next list, I don't. I guess I'm just not sure of this concept. I can see how it shows that God can beat anything, that inclining death, but I'm not sure.
7.) Jesus is always present. Anytime, anywhere, he is always with us.
8.) Though some miracles described in the Bible are a little far fetched, I still believe that Jesus did perform them. Maybe the way they're described you're not supposed to take literally, but I can never be sure.
9.) Just like we have friends, Jesus had disciples. They helped spread his word, and could also be considered his friends.
10.) Jesus is present in every sacrament.
1.) Well first off, I believe that Jesus did infact exist.
2.) I believe that Jesus did die for our sins. He had that much love for everyone around him, and all the people of the future too.
3.) I believe that Jesus is the most important Catholic religious figure, he is where we get our faith from.
4.) I believe that he was a great teacher, because we still follow a lot of the same things today that he taught a longggg time ago.
5.) Jesus can be found in anyone, because we all come from the same God. His works can be found in great leaders.
6.) I believe that Jesus resurrected, but as you'll see in my next list, I don't. I guess I'm just not sure of this concept. I can see how it shows that God can beat anything, that inclining death, but I'm not sure.
7.) Jesus is always present. Anytime, anywhere, he is always with us.
8.) Though some miracles described in the Bible are a little far fetched, I still believe that Jesus did perform them. Maybe the way they're described you're not supposed to take literally, but I can never be sure.
9.) Just like we have friends, Jesus had disciples. They helped spread his word, and could also be considered his friends.
10.) Jesus is present in every sacrament.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
The Life of Faith (or maybe the lack of)
Catholics believe in baptizing when you're a baby. You know, dressing the baby up in a little dress (or if you want to be technical, christening gown), inviting the family to join, and probably eating some type of cake afterwards. We've all been to one before, not just the one where we were most likely crying while the priest was holding us and pouring the holy water over our heads.
And then you get sent to Catholic school, or religious ed. And if your parents still want you to be religiously influenced, they send you to a Catholic high school. Then off from there it's you're decision.
To be completely honest, I don't remember the last time I went to church, other than being forced to. It was probably 6th grade or so. My parents just decided to stop having to pick a fight with my brother and I about going to church.
Partially, I think it's because for now 11 years of my life I've been told what to think. I've been told what to believe, what not to believe, and what my faith life should be like. Teachers said not to watch the Da Vinci code, because it was Antichrist. You have to give something up for Lent because otherwise you're selfish. If you don't go to church every weekend, you're a bad Catholic. Priests tried to make you feel guilty if you didn't go every weekend. You have to go to reconciliation a certain number of times a year. All these people telling me what to think started to get really old. I have my own mind, and I'll think what I want to. I don't mean to sound feisty, but that's how I feel.
And then 7th grade rolled around. My teacher who majored in theology decided to share with us that the story of Adam and Eve wasn't true. Well that fired up some deep thinking in me. If the story of creation wasn't true, then what is? How could I believe that anything is true? Teachers tell you not to take the Bible literally, but then some things you need to take it literally. How are you supposed to know the difference?
Then, there's the common debate of whether God accepts gay people or not. This subject fuels a debate in me. Growing up, I was always taught that God accepts everybody, whether you're color of skin, what you look like, who your family is, etc. When I was finally old enough to know about people with different sexualities, teachers and priests and just people in general told me it was bad. I'm sorry, but for the past 14 years of my life, I was told God accepts everybody, so why are gay people the only exception?
My 8th grade religion teacher was what some people would call a die hard Catholic. She prepared me for confirmation for two years. Although she said that it was a choice whether you felt you were ready or not to be confirmed, but it really wasnt a choice. I didn't necessarily want to be confirmed, because at that point I wasn't in good standing with my faith. I didn't want anything to do with religion, church, the bible, anything in relation to this. She said that it would be our choice, but if we decided against it, it would be strongly looked down upon. She guilted us into it, the same way I feel the Catholic church does to you. I ended up getting confirmed, but I don't feel like it was the right timing in my life.
All of this led up to why my faith life is. All of these clichés drive me crazy. I don't know what to think anymore, and I don't know what to believe anymore. I wish I could figure this all out, and I wish I could have made my own decision on whether I wanted to be Catholic or not. I don't think you should be able to be baptized when you're a baby, because it's not your choice at that point. You're forced into something that you should be able to decide for yourself when you're ready.
So up until this past summer, I avoided everything related to religion. But my best friend is very Catholic and seems to have a good faith life. Sometimes she tried to kind of make me go with her to youth group or talk about religion, but I didn't like it. I didn't want to associate myself with it.
She went to a youth conference in early summer called Steubenville. One summer day she asked me to go with her to one of their little weekly reunions, which were every Wednesday night. I thought, oh great, a bunch of Catholic kids who talk about church and how that homily just touched their hearts. She told me, "these are some of the happiest people you'll ever meet." So at 7 that night, we made our way to Mary our queen to get together for this get together. I walked in and there was all this screeching, "OH MY GOSH I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!" and all these people hugging each other. I felt awkward and out of place. But my friend was introducing me to new people and I had to be supportive of her, because she's my best friend.
When everybody got there, we sat in a circle and this lady started talking. I don't remember what it was, but I knew I was rolling my eyes in my head thinking, okayyyyy, this really isn't my crowd, when does this get over, I want to go home, I wonder how many Facebook notifications I'll have once I actually get home......
And then we started signing. Knowing me, singing and music is kind of my thing. I'm always singing, doesn't really matter where I'm at. I tend to like some church songs, because they sound pretty when everybody sings them, not because "singing is praying twice." but there were these songs that got to me. I looked down at the song book in front of me and had this urge to sing, even thought I didn't know the words or the melody. But I started singing, and it made me want to cry. After a couple songs, the lady started talking again. And she opened it up for people to make their own comments. Some people started crying, and I found myself wanting to cry too. I don't know why I had this urge to cry. one song specifically stuck out to me though, it's called arms open wide by hillsong united. (And also, last one I swear... ) but this sing touched me because, well after you listen to it, you'll understand where I'm coming from with this, but it's like God was talking right to me. "here I stand, arms open wide." like, Courtney, I know you havent talked to me in awhile, but I forgive you. Here I am, arms open wide, waiting for you when you're ready. "I am yours, you are mine." I'm here, just for you.
After a few more songs, the 2 1/2 hour get together was over. My friend and I went up to some people and started talking, and we decided to go to ihop to keep this get together going. There you could just feel this atmosphere of happiness from everyone, and I didn't know what to think. I got home that night, and I started thinking about that whole night. Overthinking really, like I always to. And I felt this pang of almost jealously, because these people were just so happy, and so open and connected with their faith life. I started to wonder what they had that I didn't have. It made me want to try to recreate my faith life, but not by people telling me what to think and believe. I wanted to do this for myself. And since then, I've been going to those weekly get togethers when I can, and the once a month get togethers on Saturdays. I've started to feel happier, and I've been finding myself going to God when there's strife in my life. I feel like I'm starting all over again, and I'm so excited. Though I'm still not a die hard religious person, I'm starting to reconnect my life to God, and I owe it all to my best friend.
((sorry its so long!))
Apparently my links didn't come through... So here they are:
http://m.youtube.com/index?client=mv-google&desktop_uri=%2F&gl=US&rdm=4pcfq6bn6#/watch?v=xkKuuWqnBds
http://m.youtube.com/index?client=mv-google&desktop_uri=%2F&gl=US&rdm=4pcfq6bn6#/watch?v=5_rvQMF8Y0w
http://m.youtube.com/index?client=mv-google&desktop_uri=%2F&gl=US&rdm=4pcfq6bn6#/watch?v=UE-PDMh9WNE
http://m.youtube.com/index?client=mv-google&desktop_uri=%2F&gl=US&rdm=4pcfq6bn6#/watch?v=kmignZozEoA
http://m.youtube.com/index?client=mv-google&desktop_uri=%2F&gl=US&rdm=4pcfq6bn6#/watch?v=zlA5IDnpGhc
Oh, and I need to make one more point. I don't believe that to be a good Catholic you need to o to mass every weekend. It's about being good to others and doing good for people other than yourself. It's about service. If Hitler went to mass every week, we he still be considered good?
And then you get sent to Catholic school, or religious ed. And if your parents still want you to be religiously influenced, they send you to a Catholic high school. Then off from there it's you're decision.
To be completely honest, I don't remember the last time I went to church, other than being forced to. It was probably 6th grade or so. My parents just decided to stop having to pick a fight with my brother and I about going to church.
Partially, I think it's because for now 11 years of my life I've been told what to think. I've been told what to believe, what not to believe, and what my faith life should be like. Teachers said not to watch the Da Vinci code, because it was Antichrist. You have to give something up for Lent because otherwise you're selfish. If you don't go to church every weekend, you're a bad Catholic. Priests tried to make you feel guilty if you didn't go every weekend. You have to go to reconciliation a certain number of times a year. All these people telling me what to think started to get really old. I have my own mind, and I'll think what I want to. I don't mean to sound feisty, but that's how I feel.
And then 7th grade rolled around. My teacher who majored in theology decided to share with us that the story of Adam and Eve wasn't true. Well that fired up some deep thinking in me. If the story of creation wasn't true, then what is? How could I believe that anything is true? Teachers tell you not to take the Bible literally, but then some things you need to take it literally. How are you supposed to know the difference?
Then, there's the common debate of whether God accepts gay people or not. This subject fuels a debate in me. Growing up, I was always taught that God accepts everybody, whether you're color of skin, what you look like, who your family is, etc. When I was finally old enough to know about people with different sexualities, teachers and priests and just people in general told me it was bad. I'm sorry, but for the past 14 years of my life, I was told God accepts everybody, so why are gay people the only exception?
My 8th grade religion teacher was what some people would call a die hard Catholic. She prepared me for confirmation for two years. Although she said that it was a choice whether you felt you were ready or not to be confirmed, but it really wasnt a choice. I didn't necessarily want to be confirmed, because at that point I wasn't in good standing with my faith. I didn't want anything to do with religion, church, the bible, anything in relation to this. She said that it would be our choice, but if we decided against it, it would be strongly looked down upon. She guilted us into it, the same way I feel the Catholic church does to you. I ended up getting confirmed, but I don't feel like it was the right timing in my life.
All of this led up to why my faith life is. All of these clichés drive me crazy. I don't know what to think anymore, and I don't know what to believe anymore. I wish I could figure this all out, and I wish I could have made my own decision on whether I wanted to be Catholic or not. I don't think you should be able to be baptized when you're a baby, because it's not your choice at that point. You're forced into something that you should be able to decide for yourself when you're ready.
So up until this past summer, I avoided everything related to religion. But my best friend is very Catholic and seems to have a good faith life. Sometimes she tried to kind of make me go with her to youth group or talk about religion, but I didn't like it. I didn't want to associate myself with it.
She went to a youth conference in early summer called Steubenville. One summer day she asked me to go with her to one of their little weekly reunions, which were every Wednesday night. I thought, oh great, a bunch of Catholic kids who talk about church and how that homily just touched their hearts. She told me, "these are some of the happiest people you'll ever meet." So at 7 that night, we made our way to Mary our queen to get together for this get together. I walked in and there was all this screeching, "OH MY GOSH I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!" and all these people hugging each other. I felt awkward and out of place. But my friend was introducing me to new people and I had to be supportive of her, because she's my best friend.
When everybody got there, we sat in a circle and this lady started talking. I don't remember what it was, but I knew I was rolling my eyes in my head thinking, okayyyyy, this really isn't my crowd, when does this get over, I want to go home, I wonder how many Facebook notifications I'll have once I actually get home......
And then we started signing. Knowing me, singing and music is kind of my thing. I'm always singing, doesn't really matter where I'm at. I tend to like some church songs, because they sound pretty when everybody sings them, not because "singing is praying twice." but there were these songs that got to me. I looked down at the song book in front of me and had this urge to sing, even thought I didn't know the words or the melody. But I started singing, and it made me want to cry. After a couple songs, the lady started talking again. And she opened it up for people to make their own comments. Some people started crying, and I found myself wanting to cry too. I don't know why I had this urge to cry. one song specifically stuck out to me though, it's called arms open wide by hillsong united. (And also, last one I swear... ) but this sing touched me because, well after you listen to it, you'll understand where I'm coming from with this, but it's like God was talking right to me. "here I stand, arms open wide." like, Courtney, I know you havent talked to me in awhile, but I forgive you. Here I am, arms open wide, waiting for you when you're ready. "I am yours, you are mine." I'm here, just for you.
After a few more songs, the 2 1/2 hour get together was over. My friend and I went up to some people and started talking, and we decided to go to ihop to keep this get together going. There you could just feel this atmosphere of happiness from everyone, and I didn't know what to think. I got home that night, and I started thinking about that whole night. Overthinking really, like I always to. And I felt this pang of almost jealously, because these people were just so happy, and so open and connected with their faith life. I started to wonder what they had that I didn't have. It made me want to try to recreate my faith life, but not by people telling me what to think and believe. I wanted to do this for myself. And since then, I've been going to those weekly get togethers when I can, and the once a month get togethers on Saturdays. I've started to feel happier, and I've been finding myself going to God when there's strife in my life. I feel like I'm starting all over again, and I'm so excited. Though I'm still not a die hard religious person, I'm starting to reconnect my life to God, and I owe it all to my best friend.
((sorry its so long!))
Apparently my links didn't come through... So here they are:
http://m.youtube.com/index?client=mv-google&desktop_uri=%2F&gl=US&rdm=4pcfq6bn6#/watch?v=xkKuuWqnBds
http://m.youtube.com/index?client=mv-google&desktop_uri=%2F&gl=US&rdm=4pcfq6bn6#/watch?v=5_rvQMF8Y0w
http://m.youtube.com/index?client=mv-google&desktop_uri=%2F&gl=US&rdm=4pcfq6bn6#/watch?v=UE-PDMh9WNE
http://m.youtube.com/index?client=mv-google&desktop_uri=%2F&gl=US&rdm=4pcfq6bn6#/watch?v=kmignZozEoA
http://m.youtube.com/index?client=mv-google&desktop_uri=%2F&gl=US&rdm=4pcfq6bn6#/watch?v=zlA5IDnpGhc
Oh, and I need to make one more point. I don't believe that to be a good Catholic you need to o to mass every weekend. It's about being good to others and doing good for people other than yourself. It's about service. If Hitler went to mass every week, we he still be considered good?
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Review on "Awareness and Contemplation" by Anthony de Mello
In "Awareness and Contemplation" by Anthony de Mello, he talks about how awareness exercises "can be taken to be contemplation in the strict Christian sense of the word." But first he explains that prayer means "communication with God that is carried on mainly through the use of words and images and thoughts, and contemplation is "communication with God that makes a minimal use of words, images, and concepts or dispenses with words, images, and concepts all together. Our contact with God is generally indirect, which would be through images and concepts. Anthony talks about how words and images interpose between us when we're trying to communicate. He suggests that silence can sometimes be the most powerful form of communication. When we first experience God directly, people feel as though it's a blank feeling, like their efforts at praying aren't working, and that it's a waste of their time. But that's the feeling one is supposed to get, instead of going back to thinking and speaking with God. God will "make it impossible for them to use their mind in prayer." When people feel that darkness and nothingness, it's actually God's full activity in them, it just doesn't feel like it. Yet, once that feeling because more of an actual feeling, and something other than idleness, people will realize that it's actually real and fulfilling them. De Mello says all you have to do is "abstain from all thoughts and words while you are at prayer and leave the Heart to develop itself." He talks about how hard it is to silence the mind, how it's an endless stream of thoughts flowing on end. In order to keep one from letting the mind wander, it's good to have a phrase to keep your mind in a thoughtless state, such as "Lord God." There's a time for contemplation and meditation, and there's a time for action. Yet, "in your time of contemplation you must vigorously reject all thoughts of whatever nature as being destructive of this particular form of communication with God." Anthony ends with a quote said by Saint Teresa of Ávila, "The important thing is not to think much but to love much," and if you do this during prayer, God will help you through your tough times.
I personally agree with what de Mello explained as what prayer and contemplation were, and the differences between them. We as humans get distracted very easily from God, because we have so much in this world to be distracted by. Trying to keep images and thoughts out of your head is really going to progress your prayer and get you closer to God. Personally, when I'm in complete silence praying, I feel like I'm not getting anywhere. I don't know what I'm supposed to be feeling, so I take it that I'm doing it wrong, that I'm not actually getting anywhere at all. But de Mello says that feeling nothing is how you're supposed to feel, how it's supposed to feel at first. It's actually something, not just nothing. Feeling idle and nothing is God's golden moment in your prayer time. It's him at his fullest, and we're just not aware of this feeling. In order to get to this though, we must abstain from all thoughts. We all have a hard time being thoughtless, because in our minds is an endless stream of thoughts. One thought pops into our minds and other thoughts branch from that. So the thought of being thoughtless (ohh the irony) seems almost impossible. But trying this might be our best option. Maybe being thoughtless for some time might not be so bad, as long as we get to experience God. Though having a phrase to bring you back to your thoughtless state could be a key accommodation. St. Teresa of Ávila's quote did make an impact though, because sometimes thinking leads to over thinking, and over thinking is never good for anyone. So if we stop thinking so much, and start loving more, maybe prayer would come a little easier to all of us.
I personally agree with what de Mello explained as what prayer and contemplation were, and the differences between them. We as humans get distracted very easily from God, because we have so much in this world to be distracted by. Trying to keep images and thoughts out of your head is really going to progress your prayer and get you closer to God. Personally, when I'm in complete silence praying, I feel like I'm not getting anywhere. I don't know what I'm supposed to be feeling, so I take it that I'm doing it wrong, that I'm not actually getting anywhere at all. But de Mello says that feeling nothing is how you're supposed to feel, how it's supposed to feel at first. It's actually something, not just nothing. Feeling idle and nothing is God's golden moment in your prayer time. It's him at his fullest, and we're just not aware of this feeling. In order to get to this though, we must abstain from all thoughts. We all have a hard time being thoughtless, because in our minds is an endless stream of thoughts. One thought pops into our minds and other thoughts branch from that. So the thought of being thoughtless (ohh the irony) seems almost impossible. But trying this might be our best option. Maybe being thoughtless for some time might not be so bad, as long as we get to experience God. Though having a phrase to bring you back to your thoughtless state could be a key accommodation. St. Teresa of Ávila's quote did make an impact though, because sometimes thinking leads to over thinking, and over thinking is never good for anyone. So if we stop thinking so much, and start loving more, maybe prayer would come a little easier to all of us.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
My Sacramental Moment
When you ask me, "describe a sacramental moment in your life," the first thing that comes to mind is a recent moment.
A week or two before finals, I called my grandma up, just like I do every week (at least I try to...). She told me that my aunt was going to take her to get her hair cut that week. I thought nothing of it, until she said, "not that it's going to matter, it'll be falling out soon anyways." I didn't know what to say, because first of all I had no idea what in the world she was talking about. And then she said, "I'll be starting my chemo next week. I guess I'll just have to start wearing hats or something." My stomach dropped. Nobody in my family had told me, and I guess that was one of the reasons I was so upset. I figured I would be one of the first people to know because she and I are so close. My mom explained to me that night that she and my dad didn't want me to know before finals, because they thought I'd be so upset and I wouldn't be able to focus. I guess it was a valid reason, so I understood.
That night, I cried my eyes out. I talked to my best friend via skype and not even she could say anything to make me feel better.
Though I don't really consider myself a very relgious person, and don't find myself praying that often, I had a nice long prayer to God that night. I asked him to help her get rid of her cancer as quick as possible, not that I had doubts that she would, because she's such a strong woman, which is one of the main reasons I look up to her so much. But every night I have been praying for her, I've been keeping her in my thoughts constantly.
Then, after finals were over, a few days before Christmas my mom gave me an update on her before we'd go to Chicago to see her. The oncologist said that she started with 8,900 cancer cells. (fun fact: everybody has about 35 cancer cells naturally) The result he wanted after her first round of chemo was for at least half of the cancer cells to be gone, so about 4,500. But she did way more than just cut it in half, she was down to 890 cancer cells.
I cried, but I cried tears of joy this time, because I know that God was listening to my prayers for my grandma, and he was answering them. Every night I thank him for what he's doing, but I could never thank him enough for the great things he does. He has reassured me that everything is going to be alright. :)
A week or two before finals, I called my grandma up, just like I do every week (at least I try to...). She told me that my aunt was going to take her to get her hair cut that week. I thought nothing of it, until she said, "not that it's going to matter, it'll be falling out soon anyways." I didn't know what to say, because first of all I had no idea what in the world she was talking about. And then she said, "I'll be starting my chemo next week. I guess I'll just have to start wearing hats or something." My stomach dropped. Nobody in my family had told me, and I guess that was one of the reasons I was so upset. I figured I would be one of the first people to know because she and I are so close. My mom explained to me that night that she and my dad didn't want me to know before finals, because they thought I'd be so upset and I wouldn't be able to focus. I guess it was a valid reason, so I understood.
That night, I cried my eyes out. I talked to my best friend via skype and not even she could say anything to make me feel better.
Though I don't really consider myself a very relgious person, and don't find myself praying that often, I had a nice long prayer to God that night. I asked him to help her get rid of her cancer as quick as possible, not that I had doubts that she would, because she's such a strong woman, which is one of the main reasons I look up to her so much. But every night I have been praying for her, I've been keeping her in my thoughts constantly.
Then, after finals were over, a few days before Christmas my mom gave me an update on her before we'd go to Chicago to see her. The oncologist said that she started with 8,900 cancer cells. (fun fact: everybody has about 35 cancer cells naturally) The result he wanted after her first round of chemo was for at least half of the cancer cells to be gone, so about 4,500. But she did way more than just cut it in half, she was down to 890 cancer cells.
I cried, but I cried tears of joy this time, because I know that God was listening to my prayers for my grandma, and he was answering them. Every night I thank him for what he's doing, but I could never thank him enough for the great things he does. He has reassured me that everything is going to be alright. :)
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