Oreos and Milk

Oreos and Milk

By Andrea Tadpole-Broussard 

4/20/2024

I never thought that Oreos and milk would mean so much to me. It was the last thing I ate with my Dad. I remember, right before he lost his voice a few days before he died, I called him before I went to see him and asked him what he wanted to eat. I told him it did not matter as long as he would just eat something. He asked me to bring him Oreos and milk. So, I would have turned the Earth upside down to find them for him. We sat and watched some TV show together and dunked our Oreos in the milk. We laughed like two kids playing together. No words, just enjoying eating Oreos and milk together. Our young spirits intertwined in the present moment. It is one of the sweetest and most sacredly beautiful memories I have of the two of us alone together. It was just all about love and spending a few stolen moments eating Oreos and milk together. Moments that I will hold in my heart forever. I love you Daddy! 💜

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Faith

My husband Andre has been very sick for several months. He has gotten weaker and weaker to the point of pretty much bedridden. It has been very difficult to watch the man I so deeply love disintegrate right before my eyes. 

All of this culminated into major surgery yesterday. After the surgery I spoke to the surgeon. The news devastated me because the extent of damage was much worse and recovery is much longer than originally anticipated. 

I wrote the following message to our family about it all. After sending the message to everyone and saying a prayer, his condition improved greatly. I believe in faith in God and the power of prayer. Here is what I wrote.

Faith

By Andrea Tadpole-Broussard 

4/2/24

I wish I could tell you I am ok, but I am not. I have a million details running through my head right now. How am I going to do this? How am I going to do that? What about medical equipment, etc., ad nauseum. 

I always choose a word of intention for the week, one word to focus on all week. My word this week was FAITH. 

Right now, I do not feel like I have much faith. Yet, all God needs is something even as tiny as a cell in my body. I have that. My whole life, when all is falling down around me and it looks hopeless, I take that tiny little cell of faith and focus on Jesus.

It is times like these that God shows His greatest mercy and love. If God can part the Red Sea, if Jesus can heal a woman who merely touched His robe in a crowd, if He can heal a paralyzed man lowered in from a roof or make a blind man see; then He can heal Andre. 

Just please pray that God gives me and Andre strength to get through the days ahead. 

Please ask God to protect my heart from any anger thrown my way. I will not lie. My heart is breaking, and I am scared. 

Yet, in the midst of it all, one little song still trips through my head:

Jesus loves me this, I know...

And that's all I need to know.

I love each of you very much!!