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Be Learning Lessons From A Hospital Bed
Be present.
Be making a will.
Be asking people to pray for you.
Be honest.
Be talking about the hard things.
Be enjoying my mom’s breath.
Be letting go of expectations.
Be talking about God.
Be talking about death.
Be talking about poo.
Be real.
Be honest and say what you feel.
Be sitting.
Be listening to and learn from other people’s cancer stories.
Be loving.
Be open to any help you can get.
Be humble and gracious.
Be watching for where God is working.
Be eating even if you aren’t hungry.
Be having a good old cry.
Be asking for a hug and let the other person hold you up.
Be letting God hold you in the palm on His hand.
Be full of faith and trust.
Be Taking It One. Day. At. A. Time.
A storm is brewing around me.
A tornado hovering off in the distance.
What path will it take?
Will it sweep me up too?
A physical tornado almost hits a friend’s home.
A friend’s dog gets lost in a forest during a thunder storm. Thankfully, she was found.
My mother has a mass in her abdomen. Thankfully that has been found.
Our house is mid-renovation and it is hard to see through the dust.
A pool contractor has been lying to both my husband and I over and over and over again.
Our deck area sits in disaster for over a month because of this contractor.
The storm swirls around me, but hasn’t touched down yet.
I lay on my face and endure.
I get on my knees and pray.
I rest in my Father’s arms and ask for His guidance and help.
He alone knows my weaknesses and my strengths.
He alone has a plan for my life and wants me to prosper.
He alone is God.
I. Take. It. One. Day. Moment. At. A. Time.
YET, my storms compares nothing to Istanbul or Israel or even the poverty I see on our downtown streets.
I. Take. It. One. Day. Moment. At. A. Time.
Be Empty
Empty.
Full.
Empty.
Waiting.
Empty.
Soon to be filled.
Beautiful empty waiting.
One day, one step, one breath at a time.
Usually I organize the bejeezes out of everything. Today I choose to wait in our emptiness to see what unfolds.
Lord fill it with Your ways, Your words and Your will. I can’t figure this one out!
See you in K-town!
Be Remembering
I remember running in fear to and from the stop sign,
searching, looking for the boogie man.
I remember monsters lurking under my bed and around every
corner and in every closet.
I remember fire, falling and blindness in my dreams,
sometimes I still remember those.
I remember being trapped in a bin, outside the house,
in closets, in darkness.
I remember being shut out, turned from, not listened to,
I ran away alone.
I remember sleepovers I didn’t want to be at,
many I came home from.
I remember feelings of discomfort, judgement, inability to live up to expectations,
oh ya, I still have those.
I remember fearing alcohol, the effect on my body and others.
I remember preaching abstinence from it.
NOW I know in my body the light,
I remember God’s light shining in my basement bedroom in 1995,
I remember God’s love, His acceptance, His peace, His kindness, His grace.
I remember His ways are not my ways. Everything doesn’t have to make sense.
I remember God is who He says He is in the bible, in nature, in wise people around me.
I remember the fragrance of heaven surrounding me.
I remember to trust, let go of performance and to REST.
I remember the FoRest, by the pond where God meets me.
I remember His word is alive and active in ME… yup me.
I remember to swing and to allow God to push me. Swing Joanna!
I remember that I will be healed in 2013. Glory, Hallelujah. Thank you Jesus.
My Favourite Song to end off this post:
"Be" ENOUGH 