I. hate. hospitals.

I. hate. hospitals.

Today I was at the hospital visiting my uncle (grandma's brother).

On the way out, we saw a lady my aunt knew from church. She was crying because her daughter was back in the hospital.

My grandma and aunt prayed for her and told her to have faith.

What the lady (about 35 yrs old) said next was the best part of my hospital trip.

She shared how she has faith. And how in her past when she was homeless, she would walk past a house everyday she wanted and would pray for that house. She told us, she did have faith and the Lord eventually gave her that house! And how the Lord helped her become sober... and now she's a recovered addict... she shared a poem she wrote for herself that she prays daily called New Beginnings because that's what God has given her and her family.

I LOVE her faith!!

She asked that we pray for her daughter, Unique Smith. She is 13. Is considered mentally retarded/has an intellectual disability, and has been in and out of the hospital for years now. And today she was rushed in because her appendix erupted.

So today I dedicate my blog post to this mother and her daughter. I pray for strength for this mom. I pray for peace for the family. I pray for Unique that God would touch her precious little soul. I pray for healing and understanding for her. I pray for patient and caring nurses and doctors. I pray that for the least amount of pain possible for Unique and I pray for comfort for her. I know she's probably in so much pain and so uncomfortable in that cold hospital. I pray that God would help her to be comfortable and that she would feel God's presence in the room even when no one else is there. Most of all, I pray for all who interact with this sweet girl. Children with disabilities have a special place in my heart and I pray that everyone in that hospital who even simply changes her sheets will be patient and kind and have extra love for her.


Please comment below and let me know you will join me in praying for Unique and her mom.

~LaKrystal~

Let Me Tell You About This Man...

So...


the past few days, I've been dealing with some "depression" type symptoms...

Everything was making me cry. And I mean EVERYTHING.... Literally every single that has ever bothered me in my life was on my mind, and everything everybody said to me, made me tear up.

So...

I want to write this post to say share what a super sweet boyfriend I have...

Through all 4 days of me going through this stuff, he was there for me. He didn't know what was wrong with me, but he said he could tell something wasn't right.


Last night I was finally starting to feel better and I was cuddled up laying on him watching tv and just playing around being goofy, and he says, "Aww yay, I got my baby back..."

Sweetest thing ever...


Yep, I love that man :-)


Also, it's pretty amazing what God can do... if you take a look at my post last year in June: here, you'll see I was in a really bad place... And now, I have this goofy, loving, sweet boyfriend. I'm definitely blessed! 

Hope everyone is having a wonderful start to summer!