FLOOR CHAIR BACK SUPPORT : UNDERFLOOR HEATING NOTTINGHAM.
Floor Chair Back Support
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- the inside lower horizontal surface (as of a room, hallway, tent, or other structure); "they needed rugs to cover the bare floors"; "we spread our sleeping bags on the dry floor of the tent"
- A level area or space used or designed for a particular activity
- The lower surface of a room, on which one may walk
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I cannot begin to describe to you what occurred tonight. Lives were changed. I don’t think one person who went to youth tonight left the same as they came. I know I did not. I came in, closed off. My heart was unmoving, locked in this one position determined not to relent control.
I felt disgusting.
My body was rotting there as we worshipped. I could barely open my lips to sing. They were hard and chapped, painful to move. It was pathetic on my part and I absolutely hated myself.
I nearly left within the first 10 minutes of service, but I stayed.
I sat back down in my seat and barely listened to the service. I kept fidgeting like someone who just committed some crime. But then the youth pastor said something and it caught my attention. My head snapped up from its position, curious as to what he was saying, even though I pretended to not look interested.
He began to say how God laid something on his heart. He asked anyone with joint problems to come up to the front.
I witnessed all 5 or 6 of them walk up there with pain in whichever joint it was, I leaned over and rested my arms on the chair in front of me, and began to wonder if God was really going to show up. I was honestly doubting His presence, but as Dustin prayed, as I saw others lift their hands towards God to pray for those with joint pain I felt awful. I doubted what everyone so firmly believed in.
I knew God existed, yes, but I doubted the fact if He would show up tonight. One of the guys that had gone to the front due to his joint pain went up on stage. He had disk problems, which normally when he moved around would cause him significant pain. He moved around and there was nothing. There was no pain. It was gone.
After about 5 minutes, the pastor asked if anyone is suffering from pain, whether physical or emotional to come up to the front and lift their hands up. I hesitated at first, but decided to go up there.
From here on out everything changed.
I’m not one to normally cry but tears just streaked down my face. I didn’t know why this was happening. It just came. Everything. People around me were crying out, desperately searching and finding Him. I wanted to find Him, feel Him around me. I cried out with everything, yelling out every fear, every feeling, every hurt I have felt.
A young woman came up to me. I don’t know her name. I’ve never met her before, but she put her hand on my head and put hers beside mine. For what seemed like 10 minutes she prayed for me, a stranger with no hope. Every word was what I needed to hear. Though she was smaller than me, she was the one holding me up. I could barely support myself. She held me for the longest time as I cried and prayed to my Father.
Things were changing, permanently this time.
Not 5 minutes later another young woman came. I knew her, she was my old volleyball coach from several years ago but that is not relevant. We hadn’t seen each other for years, but she came up to me and began to pray.
I wish I could tell you everything that those two women said but that would fill up pages.
As many like me stood there crying out, I believe we all found Him. When the youth pastor asked if anyone had been healed I wasn’t hesitant to raise my hand. All around me others raised theirs as well.
I was healed tonight.
Everything is changing.
The bandaids holding me together have been ripped off and God has made me new.
the homecoming queen
the last twelve hours have been very... well, interesting.
yesterday afternoon, after a long election night, i decided to take a nap. woke up with the beginnings of a migraine. went to therapy. headache seemed to abate. went to the diner with flo. migraine returned with gusto. took three bites of food and realized i had to go home (flo was on his bike). i didn't get far -- in fact, i had to pull over four times to, well, you know; the last time was less than a block from the house. god that was scary. ruined a favorite pair of shoes, too.
got home around 7:30 and went right to bed, a can of ginger ale to my left and florian's worried self to my right.
woke up with florian around 4:30. tummy felt better but headache was still lingering. took some excedrin. decided i needed to try and eat something. went down to the kitchen to get a plain slice of bread. opened the back door on a whim, and whispered isabel's name.
i whispered it again.
so i opened the door quietly, and called her name for real, no whisper. suddenly there she was, squeaking and mewling and trotting right into the kitchen like she'd never left. she went straight over to the food bowl. i put down some fresh canned food. smilla sat and watched while isabel got all up in it.
then she went and conked out. then she got up and ate some more.
conked. ate. conked. ate. conked. ate.
this is her, post-food and pre-conk.
this is me, looped up on caffeine and inordinately happy to have my babygirl home, not by force but of her own free will.
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