Stephen C. McKinney Memorial Thread (1969-2001)
Moderators: deer of the dawn, Furls Fire
-
Fist and Faith
- Magister Vitae
- Posts: 25472
- Joined: Sun Dec 01, 2002 8:14 pm
- Has thanked: 9 times
- Been thanked: 57 times
-
Furls Fire
- Lord
- Posts: 4872
- Joined: Mon Aug 04, 2003 10:35 am
- Location: Heaven
aaaaahhhhh!! now THAT is what I call a group hug!!
I can only say this to that.... I love you, my friend!!Fist in response to Zeph wrote:The double-standard you perceive at the Watch does not exist.
Nobody on any site declares their Christianity more strongly; nobody anywhere is happier about being a Christian; nobody at the Watch quotes the Bible, and discusses the meaning of Jesus' words more; than Furls Fire.
At the same time, nobody is more respected, more loved, or more encouraged to express her beautiful beliefs. She did not achieve this by backing down from anyone, by doing it half-heartedly, or by being weak in any way. IMO, the best thread at the Watch is Stephen C's. It shows Christianity at its very best. The rl result of that thread is beyond belief, beyond anything any of the rest of us has ever done.
And I believe in you
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
-
ShadowLurker
- Woodhelvennin
- Posts: 58
- Joined: Sat Dec 27, 2003 2:25 am
- Location: The One Forest
-
Furls Fire
- Lord
- Posts: 4872
- Joined: Mon Aug 04, 2003 10:35 am
- Location: Heaven
*pelts sugar cubes at danlo's back as he runs out the door...* 
And I believe in you
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
-
Fist and Faith
- Magister Vitae
- Posts: 25472
- Joined: Sun Dec 01, 2002 8:14 pm
- Has thanked: 9 times
- Been thanked: 57 times
-
Furls Fire
- Lord
- Posts: 4872
- Joined: Mon Aug 04, 2003 10:35 am
- Location: Heaven
Hey danlo!! Guess what!!!
I LOVE YOU TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Mwaaaaaa ha ha ha ha ha!!!)
I LOVE YOU TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Mwaaaaaa ha ha ha ha ha!!!)
And I believe in you
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
-
Furls Fire
- Lord
- Posts: 4872
- Joined: Mon Aug 04, 2003 10:35 am
- Location: Heaven
Oh, you'll live. 
And I believe in you
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
December 23, 1998 2:22pm
I’m watching the snow fall today as I sit writing in the big bay window, looking out into the forest that borders Russ and Tracie’s property. Here, the world disappears and Heaven descends to the Earth. All this whiteness, all this serenity, I feel like running from the house naked and rolling in that pure mantle. Ah, and yet, I would disturb its sanctity, its divine beauty, its peaceful hush. A silence settles over the forest as the snow falls, so quiet, you can almost hear each flake touch the mantle and sigh.
God is here, as He is everywhere, but here, at this time, His presence enwraps the house with this pure blanket. And we snuggle together under its warmth, though it be cold in nature, God’s love blazes with ardor and glory. I feel warm. And this house, its walls, its space, its heart, emits the aura of the Lord’s graciousness. All that is here is holy.
I begin missing moments, I find myself thinking in one and then awaken incoherently, grasping and gasping at the knowledge that several have gone by. These moments stolen from me, at a time when they are deemed most precious. I watch the snow fall and realize that as others measure the way of their lives in days, weeks, months, years—I measure mine in hours, minutes, seconds. How close the hours seem to be dwindling down to the final seconds of me.
And now, a holy hush settles over me, and my troubled thoughts of missing moments sigh their way out of my soul’s thinking and I feel His Presence embrace me. Ah, Father, You are here. Here as You are everywhere.
**Same day, or night rather, 10:18pm**
Christmas comes again, in all it’s glory and beauty, and ah, how blessed I am to be here with all my family for another celebration of our Lord and Saviour’s birth. We are, as always, gathered here at Tracie’s house of love. This house of peace and joy and light. This house, which never seems to be crowded or too small, this house where the more people that gather and enter through its doors, the more the walls seem to swell in accommodation. The grace of this house echoes the singing of the children, as their voices praise the coming of Jesus, like the host of angels that proclaimed His coming over 2000 years ago that Holy Night. The walls still vibrate with the memory of that joyous sound. And I hear His words…
“Whenever two or more gather in my name, there I am in their midst..”
Ah, Glory to God in the Highest and Peace, good well toward men! Thank You, Father for allowing me another Christmas. Thank You, Father for the glorious gift that is Your Son. Thank You, Father for my beautiful family. Thank You, Father for my life.
Oh holy night
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Saviour’s birth
Long lay the world
In sin and error pining
‘til He appeared and the soul felt His worth
A thrill of hope
The weary would rejoices
For yonder breaks
A new and glorious morn!
Fall on your knees
Oh hear, the angel voices
Oh night, divine
Oh night, when Christ was born
Oh night, divine
Oh night, Oh holy night!
Ah sweet music! My favorite of all Christmas hymns, and the walls still echo with its beauty. In this house of love and light, we welcome Christmas once again.
I’m watching the snow fall today as I sit writing in the big bay window, looking out into the forest that borders Russ and Tracie’s property. Here, the world disappears and Heaven descends to the Earth. All this whiteness, all this serenity, I feel like running from the house naked and rolling in that pure mantle. Ah, and yet, I would disturb its sanctity, its divine beauty, its peaceful hush. A silence settles over the forest as the snow falls, so quiet, you can almost hear each flake touch the mantle and sigh.
God is here, as He is everywhere, but here, at this time, His presence enwraps the house with this pure blanket. And we snuggle together under its warmth, though it be cold in nature, God’s love blazes with ardor and glory. I feel warm. And this house, its walls, its space, its heart, emits the aura of the Lord’s graciousness. All that is here is holy.
I begin missing moments, I find myself thinking in one and then awaken incoherently, grasping and gasping at the knowledge that several have gone by. These moments stolen from me, at a time when they are deemed most precious. I watch the snow fall and realize that as others measure the way of their lives in days, weeks, months, years—I measure mine in hours, minutes, seconds. How close the hours seem to be dwindling down to the final seconds of me.
And now, a holy hush settles over me, and my troubled thoughts of missing moments sigh their way out of my soul’s thinking and I feel His Presence embrace me. Ah, Father, You are here. Here as You are everywhere.
**Same day, or night rather, 10:18pm**
Christmas comes again, in all it’s glory and beauty, and ah, how blessed I am to be here with all my family for another celebration of our Lord and Saviour’s birth. We are, as always, gathered here at Tracie’s house of love. This house of peace and joy and light. This house, which never seems to be crowded or too small, this house where the more people that gather and enter through its doors, the more the walls seem to swell in accommodation. The grace of this house echoes the singing of the children, as their voices praise the coming of Jesus, like the host of angels that proclaimed His coming over 2000 years ago that Holy Night. The walls still vibrate with the memory of that joyous sound. And I hear His words…
“Whenever two or more gather in my name, there I am in their midst..”
Ah, Glory to God in the Highest and Peace, good well toward men! Thank You, Father for allowing me another Christmas. Thank You, Father for the glorious gift that is Your Son. Thank You, Father for my beautiful family. Thank You, Father for my life.
Oh holy night
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Saviour’s birth
Long lay the world
In sin and error pining
‘til He appeared and the soul felt His worth
A thrill of hope
The weary would rejoices
For yonder breaks
A new and glorious morn!
Fall on your knees
Oh hear, the angel voices
Oh night, divine
Oh night, when Christ was born
Oh night, divine
Oh night, Oh holy night!
Ah sweet music! My favorite of all Christmas hymns, and the walls still echo with its beauty. In this house of love and light, we welcome Christmas once again.
I sing to life
and to it's tragic beauty
to pain and to strife
and all that dances thru me
the rise and the fall
i've lived thru it all...
To my brother, Steve, who held a grace and light beyond words, God bless. I love you --Tracie
and to it's tragic beauty
to pain and to strife
and all that dances thru me
the rise and the fall
i've lived thru it all...
To my brother, Steve, who held a grace and light beyond words, God bless. I love you --Tracie
-
Furls Fire
- Lord
- Posts: 4872
- Joined: Mon Aug 04, 2003 10:35 am
- Location: Heaven
I know the Christmas season is over (altho, in my heart it is never over), but Isaiah wanted this one to go up next, because "the snow is falling here, but the house is so warm with love. And Stephen describes the house so much better than I ever could. He talks for me". So, being that I am indulging him his every want these days...I posted it.
The last couple of days have not been too good for him. He's been spiking temps and hasn't the energy to sit up, let alone get up. We are watching him carefully, but this temp has me very very concerned...If he is developing another infection, it's a biggie, considering the high doses of antibiotics he is on. Please keep him in your prayers.
Peace,
Tracie
The last couple of days have not been too good for him. He's been spiking temps and hasn't the energy to sit up, let alone get up. We are watching him carefully, but this temp has me very very concerned...If he is developing another infection, it's a biggie, considering the high doses of antibiotics he is on. Please keep him in your prayers.
Peace,
Tracie
And I believe in you
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
-
Fist and Faith
- Magister Vitae
- Posts: 25472
- Joined: Sun Dec 01, 2002 8:14 pm
- Has thanked: 9 times
- Been thanked: 57 times
*throws up hands*Stephen C wrote:Ah sweet music! My favorite of all Christmas hymns
It's like, you know...
That's absolutely the best carol of all!! The flowing melody; the arpeggios it inspires in the arrangements we usually hear; the power of the sustained fall, hear and night...
Stephen, Stephen, Stephen
For all my complaining about winter (I'd be dead in a day if I was dropped into the Westron Mountains!), I wouldn't miss this for the world!!!!! Going outside into the cold to see and hear this is as good as it gets.Stephen C wrote:A silence settles over the forest as the snow falls, so quiet, you can almost hear each flake touch the mantle and sigh.
Tracie, I have absolutely no doubt that your house is at least as wonderful as Stephen describes.
Spoiled brat! *grumble grumble*Furls Fire wrote:So, being that I am indulging him his every want these days...I posted it.
All lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest -Paul Simon
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest -Paul Simon
-
Furls Fire
- Lord
- Posts: 4872
- Joined: Mon Aug 04, 2003 10:35 am
- Location: Heaven
Thank you for the prayers Durris
And yep, Fist, I'm spoiling him rotten.
Stephen sang O Holy Night every year at church when we were growing up from the time he was 7 years old. He sounded just like an angel.
*****************************************
Oh sigh, we are in crisis here again, and Isaiah refuses to go back to the hospital. He has signed a living will with a DNR clause. This is his choice, and really, there is not much that can be done for him at the hospital that can't be done here. Liz has agreed to come daily. But, if he codes again, we have to let him go. He told me today: "I want my last breath to be here in this house. Because this is the only real home I've ever known." We can't refuse him, I can't refuse him. This is where it will be. Please keep him in your hearts and prayers, he loves you all, and I know you all love him.
Peace,
Tracie
And yep, Fist, I'm spoiling him rotten.
Stephen sang O Holy Night every year at church when we were growing up from the time he was 7 years old. He sounded just like an angel.
*****************************************
Oh sigh, we are in crisis here again, and Isaiah refuses to go back to the hospital. He has signed a living will with a DNR clause. This is his choice, and really, there is not much that can be done for him at the hospital that can't be done here. Liz has agreed to come daily. But, if he codes again, we have to let him go. He told me today: "I want my last breath to be here in this house. Because this is the only real home I've ever known." We can't refuse him, I can't refuse him. This is where it will be. Please keep him in your hearts and prayers, he loves you all, and I know you all love him.
Peace,
Tracie
And I believe in you
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
-
Fist and Faith
- Magister Vitae
- Posts: 25472
- Joined: Sun Dec 01, 2002 8:14 pm
- Has thanked: 9 times
- Been thanked: 57 times
-
Furls Fire
- Lord
- Posts: 4872
- Joined: Mon Aug 04, 2003 10:35 am
- Location: Heaven
We all do, Fist...this is so hard, to watch and not be able to do anything but pray. He's in God's loving Hands now.
I love thee
Rescue me
shine your light
lead me home
Lord, all I need is your love...
-- From a song by Wynonna Judd, written by Katie Darnell, 14 yr old who passed away from brain cancer.
I love thee
Rescue me
shine your light
lead me home
Lord, all I need is your love...
-- From a song by Wynonna Judd, written by Katie Darnell, 14 yr old who passed away from brain cancer.
And I believe in you
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
-
Furls Fire
- Lord
- Posts: 4872
- Joined: Mon Aug 04, 2003 10:35 am
- Location: Heaven
Isaiah update...He's in another coma. Tests confirm a relapse of MAC and CTM. He's on the ampho B again, a very strong antibiotic, and is developing another bad rash. We are watching his airway closely...if his throat closes again his trach will have to be reopened. Trouble is, his living will prevents us from taking him to the hospital. But, Liz assures me that she can perform a trach here. And I now have a portable ventilator, and getting monitors either tomorrow or tuesday. My den has turned into a hospital
My kids are just beautiful with him. Right now, Brooke is reading to him (some of Stephen's poetry) and Chelsea has climbed up on his bed and is laying next to him. I'm so glad he is here and not back in the hospital. This is what I wanted for Stephen, but it didn't happen quick enough, and he passed on before I could cut thru all the red tape that was involved at the time. I'm happy I can do it for Isaiah.
Please keep him in your hearts and prayers. Love ya all!!
Peace,
Tracie
My kids are just beautiful with him. Right now, Brooke is reading to him (some of Stephen's poetry) and Chelsea has climbed up on his bed and is laying next to him. I'm so glad he is here and not back in the hospital. This is what I wanted for Stephen, but it didn't happen quick enough, and he passed on before I could cut thru all the red tape that was involved at the time. I'm happy I can do it for Isaiah.
Please keep him in your hearts and prayers. Love ya all!!
Peace,
Tracie
And I believe in you
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.