Snowball Therapy By Kevin Molloy Remington Isaac Molloy is my newest Grandson. He is about 22 months old and I love him. He is that stage where he gets into everything right now, and his boundless curiosity causes excitement (to say the least) with all of us. If Remmy is quiet we all get a little nervous! I had the privilege of babysitting him the other day and to my surprised I changed his messy diaper and was able to give him a clean bottom. I have a small assortment of grandchildren now and I feel abundantly blessed to say the least. I thought back in February that I would not see any of my grandchildren again. I thought I would die and beat them all into heaven. I have hurt so bad that I asked Jesus to take me home to be with Him in heaven. I have been depressed at times and then I have been sorely depressed and missed my life in China. My accident in China has caused some serious doubts about my mental health and my desire for living. This has been caused by my brain injury which has balanced me precariously on the brink of death. It has not been a fun time! If you are depressed then please hear the solution the Lord has given me. It is SNOWBALLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What is a snowball you say in my tropical climate in China and now in my desert climate in Arizona? Sister Petey Prater said she saw angels throwing snowballs at me and that I was laughing as I responded to being belted by these angelic ambassadors of the Father. At the time I was as low as I could go, and it started to affect me badly. Her operating in the gift of prophecy encouraged me to believe by faith something that kept me alive during the darkness generated by my wife Christina and the friends I thought I had over in China. My grandson Joshua opened the door of my bedroom on June 16th ( the day I returned from China) that I sleep in now, and smiled when he saw that I was awake. The Lord instantly reminded me of sister Petey’s prophecy. His smile because his Grandpa was back in America warmed my heart and I asked him to crawl up on the bed with me and give me a hug which he gladly did. I have had many snowballs since then… A SNOWBALL is a smile from my grandchildren. A tape-recording which was emailed to me by my son Jeremiah with my granddaughter’s voices talking silly talk was a snowball. Megan and Breanna in Alabama have taken away some thoughts of depression. A well intentioned fist-raising and accompanying frown, from my 75 year old neighbor Jan whenever I mention anything negative about depression scares me, because I do not want to lose her friendship. This is another aid in my war with depression. My granddaughter Joanna’s look of pure ecstasy when I feed her a bottle of formula definitely defeats the devil’s attempt on my sanity. These are the snowballs the Lord uses to defeat the powerful force of depression that has assaulted me these four months that I have been back in the land where I can speak the language and need no help to understand the culture. I will not bore everyone with my tale of woe because after all it is the solution against depression that matters the most. Suffice it to say that some of my words were full of defeat and death, and I have been rebuked sharply for uttering such nonsense which was probably well deserved. Pills help a little when depression hits. I have never taken so many pills in my life before this time! I have practically lived upon ibuprofen. Addictive drugs I have had to rotate so I would not become too dependent upon them. Five broken ribs, a severely dislocated shoulder and a traumatic brain injury plus a cold could cause any king’s kid to feel like a pauper. Through it all I have learned to take one day at time and be thankful that the devil was not allowed to do anything else to me by the Father who has decided to give me lots of time to do some serious thinking, praying and meditating about my life. I have decided to live my life totally for the Lord more than I have ever done before, and if I must give up everything then I will do it for the Kingdom of God and for His glory. I have lived to make many people happy and supported them through thick and thin. My sons are treating me very kindly and have done everything to help me in any way that they could do. My oldest son threw an 8 ounce ball back and forth with me today to strengthen my arm. My daughter-in-law Flossie shops better than I ever could to make the money go farther. My youngest son wants me to live with him to help his brother with the love-burden of dear old dad. My beautiful daughter-in-law Bridget has cut my hair and wants me to live with them and teach my grandson Remmy one English word a week. I have been practicing for that job for three years now in China. Please pray for my thinking skills and comprehension skills which are affected by the killer stroke I suffered in February. When it comes to matters of Bible and Jesus I am still functional and seem to have no problem. Yet when confronted by the mundane calculations and decisions my abilities cloud up. I am sure God will complete my healing dearly beloved, and I am sure He can do the same for everyone who goes through “snowball therapy!” I have abundant life now ! I am not alone for I have the Father, my American family who really loves me, and no stress from the Chinese side. | 