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The Story

As we begin the season of Christmas traditions
I pray we do not let go of the original story and the original reason Jesus came.
So much to question and so much to share
about the story of Mary and Joseph and the journey 
they had to set out on.
With faith and with a strong will and with instructions from an angel they were obedient.
They chose to listen and follow and do what they were told.
The angel told Mary she would have a child and the angel told
Joseph to take Mary as his wife and love this child that was not his own.
What courage and what strength this must have been
for them as a couple.
What an honor it was for them to be a part of the Christmas story.
Forever this story would be told and forever
everyone would know how it all began between
Mary a peasant girl and Joseph a carpenter and the love that grew between them.
The advent of a new birth brought new hope and a new beginning and new love.
Can you even imagine their thoughts?
To be chosen out of all the people around them
to be chosen 
by God.  

Closure

As November ends and December begins
we rejoice in so many things.
In this month we celebrated our 38th wedding anniversary
and we prayed for more to come.
In this month we learned to be thankful.
We learned to pray deeper and
we learned to be grateful for all things.
We learned to place our trust in someone bigger and wiser than ourselves and
we also learned to release and let go just in case we really had to.
In this month we learned that change takes place in an instant and
time could stand still as we learned to breathe again.
As November ends and December begins
it is with a grateful heart and thankful spirit that we finish this year.
It has been one full of challenges and trials and testing of our faith.
We close this year with a new awareness that life is fragile
and good and challenging
and not to be taken advantage of or thought of lightly.
I pray that we can have closure on all the difficult moments
this year has brought us and
now we can enter into a time of Christmas celebration.
We give God all glory and praise for He has been good to us.
He IS the reason for the Season.

Always Something

We found out today that the mass in my husbands liver is nothing to worry about.
It is not cancer.
It is not going to require surgery.
It is with grateful hearts we give God all praise and all glory.
We would praise him no matter what the outcome would have been
but it is so nice to not worry about
 the what ifs between us.
What this lesson has taught us is this:
We are not alone.
We have many who care for us
many who prayed for us
and many who hoped with us
 for a good positive outcome.
We pray that we have time to make plans for our future
and
we believe a powerful testimony will come out of this ‘test.’
Why God allowed us to go through it is a mystery.
We stay true to our beliefs that all things are for a purpose.
Perhaps the reason was to bring us to a deeper place of prayer
Or
 perhaps it gave others a reason to pray for the first time.
Whatever the reason we are thankful for the experience
and we are extremely glad for good news.

Thoughts in a hospital part two

Today was the biopsy.
Shower taken fast
early morning coffee rushed
we give ourselves enough time for traffic
as the appointment needed to be on time.
Once we arrived there not knowing where to park
or which floor to go to we become directionally challenged
by a large hospital setting.
Adding to that our anxiety of what was ahead of us
we finally find the right floor
do all the paper work at the desk
get into the room
do more paperwork
have all belongings labeled and
all the iv’s and protocol done.
Then we wait
again
He is wheeled out of the room
and I walk away
trying to be strong and not fearful
trying to have faith and to believe
we won’t have a what if conversation later.
I go out to the waiting room and find my son
we decide to eat some breakfast while we wait
the 60-90 minutes and hot coffee would be good too.
Downstairs in the cafeteria I order a
breakfast plate.
The dish too large for my concerned spirit
so we share the half cold plate
of shredded hash browns,
scrambled eggs scooped like a ball of ice cream
and fat laced bacon that might have been good on a better day.
Not so comforting on an anxiety filled morning.
We return to the waiting room
with hot coffee helping to wake up the mind not yet alert.
The staff gave us a pager like one given in some restaurants
when they have a table ready
only this one serves a different purpose.
The loud shaking noise goes off after
the 90 minute wait and it startles my quiet thinking.
I go to the recovery room and find him eating crackers
and watching a football game playing on the walled tv
muted words of refs talking and spectators cheering
felt out of place for me at the moment.
His way to relax not mine.
The other words not spoken between to who have loved
set the mood of ‘what ifs’ again.
Many things to pray for.
Many things to be concerned over.
Many things God could fix and remove.
We wait and we pray as we have no other choice right now.
Thoughts in a hospital are not that great when one wants answers.
We get him out to the car and head for lunch
then home for a nap and a routine of cleaning up the dishes
left in the sink the night before from Thanksgiving.
The warm sudsy water was actually a form of therapy for me.
Our lives are in a waiting room
all we can do now is breathe and pray and not
let fear move along side us in this new journey.

Being Strong

I have had a few moments lately where I have felt like
being strong was not something I wanted to do any more.
This new journey seems to be a bad dream that arrived
without an invitation.
We wait.
We pray.
We wait.
We worry.
We trust.
We pray more.
We acknowledge our lack of faith.
We acknowledge our strong faith.
Can it be done in the same breath?
We are tested and we want to deny news that could
change us forever.
Soon we will know what we are dealing with
and
what has to be done for healing to begin.
God is in control we know that.
Others tell me I am very strong so I must be.
Fear cannot come in like an uninvited guest and
ruin the peace we have tried to create.
This journey is one more path we must walk this year.
Praying that it will be a short path and over soon.