Hey ladies from Brenda

Hey ladies. Just wanted to let everyone know that I’m still around, alive and getting better. It’s been a rough few weeks but God doesn’t give us more than we can bear, right? Maybe He thought I just needed to slow down a little.

Looking at the brighter side, I did get to go to Memphis. The doc diagnosed me with RSV right before we went but we thought it wouldn’t be anything that would hold me back. The wedding was wonderful and my niece made a beautiful bride. I was able to see family I haven’t seen in years, get reacquainted with old friends and make new ones. My husband literally ate his weight in ribs the entire time we were there. We hit Corky’s, the Rendevous and a few of my other favorite spots for savory memories. I was a little thankful I didn’t feel quite right or it could have been a caloric nightmare.

Of course, no trip to Memphis would be complete without dropping a few bucks at Graceland. My kids really wanted to take the tour since they had not been back to Memphis since they were really small. They loved the mansion tour, the gold records, the cars and all the memorabilia. It’s hard to believe that Elvis still carries that charisma even to a generation that never even knew who he was. My kids were mesmerized by all of his accomplishments and amazed that he paid only $100,000 for the entire estate when he was 22 years old.

As I watched the crowds around us (hard to believe that after 32 years there would still be crowds), I couldn’t help but wonder if these same people that traveled so far, cried at the grave site and literally worshiped this man even realized that, as great as he may have been to them, he didn’t die for them. Would they think I was the nut?

Just a thought.

Anyway, when I got back the doc told me I had pneumonia in both lungs so that’s why I’ve been out for awhile. My breathing is improving but I still get tired pretty easily. Much medication, two antibiotics and steroids, seems to be helping but I know it’s the prayers of many who have kept me through these past few weeks. My love and thanks to you all, my husband and my kids (who can’t stop saying, “That’s alright, mama”).

Cya,

Brenda

P.S. To Pastor Raycheen, know that I’m confessing healing and health to myself everyday and that I physically speak to the steroids, “You were created to help me and not hurt me, you will not make me fat, you will not make me grouchy!”