Dearest Pastor Tim,
Hello! I sent you a letter a year ago and never got a response. This is Kay (and Henry) Loresch from CCOJ. I was so overjoyed to find you online and hear your voice again! (thanks to Google) I will continue to listen to your audio recordings, as you really love the Lord and it has always shown in your words and voice!
I have a praise! I am back in Jesus’ arms after a long battle with a brain disorder that took over 10 years to discover the problem, and then get the surgery to fix. My brain was not working correctly, and even though I prayed every night… I felt like I was being ignored by the Lord. I had such severe hydrocephalus that my brain was being crushed into the roof of my skull, and the fluid kept building. My body began to break down and I lost my balance and the ability to stand and walk, among other problems.
Poor Henry didn’t know what was wrong with me, and said I was meaner than a junk-yard dog during this illness. He said he wanted to divorce me because he thought I had either been possessed or that my soul had left my body, but when he found out about the brain surgery, he held in there, and supported me to the end of it. The surgeon said it would either cure me or kill me, so I took the leap of faith. It took over a year for me to get back to the “me” we remembered, but I rejoiced in the Lord for the miracle of saving my life, and realized that He had never left me at all, but maybe was testing my faith in Him. We now live on the Olympic Peninsula in Sequim over the Dungeness Spit on the Strait of Juan de Fuca.
Henry & Kay Loresch says
Dearest Pastor Tim,
Hello! I sent you a letter a year ago and never got a response. This is Kay (and Henry) Loresch from CCOJ. I was so overjoyed to find you online and hear your voice again! (thanks to Google) I will continue to listen to your audio recordings, as you really love the Lord and it has always shown in your words and voice!
I have a praise! I am back in Jesus’ arms after a long battle with a brain disorder that took over 10 years to discover the problem, and then get the surgery to fix. My brain was not working correctly, and even though I prayed every night… I felt like I was being ignored by the Lord. I had such severe hydrocephalus that my brain was being crushed into the roof of my skull, and the fluid kept building. My body began to break down and I lost my balance and the ability to stand and walk, among other problems.
Poor Henry didn’t know what was wrong with me, and said I was meaner than a junk-yard dog during this illness. He said he wanted to divorce me because he thought I had either been possessed or that my soul had left my body, but when he found out about the brain surgery, he held in there, and supported me to the end of it. The surgeon said it would either cure me or kill me, so I took the leap of faith. It took over a year for me to get back to the “me” we remembered, but I rejoiced in the Lord for the miracle of saving my life, and realized that He had never left me at all, but maybe was testing my faith in Him. We now live on the Olympic Peninsula in Sequim over the Dungeness Spit on the Strait of Juan de Fuca.