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Matchmaker, Matchmaker, make me a match...

Talked last night to Ryan, our quasi friend/brother/son/ex-roomie.

The poor guy was driving home from a class he attended about kidney disease and how to manage it... he and both of his brothers were recently diagnosed. It's a degenerative hereditary form of kidney disease... Ryan is not quite 29 and his kidneys are functioning at around 50% right now.

So at the class, they talked about how exercise and diet can make a world of difference for someone like him.

He was pretty overwhelmed with all the information, and the fact that for him, the changes are not really optional. If he wants to keep his kidneys healthy - he's gotta exercise regularly and eat a low sodium, low potassium diet.

Now, Ryan is your typical bachelor. When we were at his house in August, his cupboards were pretty bare. I don't know what he eats. But from now on, he's gotta cook at home, from scratch. No fast food, no canned food etc... this - for a guy who's entire repetoire of culinary creations is caesar salad and spaghetti. And instant oatmeal.

What he needs, is a wife.

A wife like my friend Betsey, whose husband is diabetic and who has made it a top prioirty to feed him healthy foods that will keep his blood sugar in check.

A wife who will moniter his diet, and encourage him to exercise, and do the shopping and cooking and take care of him.

If polygamy wasn't against the law, I could do it. But I'm a law abiding citizen...

So, I'm on a mission. Not necessarily to find him a wife, because that seldom works (although Asia and I were set up, and look what happened!) but to pray diligently are deliberately and specifically. I'm asking God to give Ryan a wife before he turns 30 - which is just over a year from now.

I'm on the list of potential donors to give Ryan a kidney should he need one someday - being a blood type match and all... but more importantly, I'm donating my time in going before God and asking for Him to provide for Ryan with a life-companion and helpmate.

If you've got a minute, pray with me. Just once, or twice, or whenever you think about Ryan, or me, or our family.

Thanks. I can't wait to see how God answers.

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  1. Wow!! That is weird. Did he know he had this propensity? I'll say a prayer for Ryan.

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  2. Anonymous6:19 PM

    WILL BE PRAYING WITH YOU, CATH

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