I am like the tide. My emotions come in and go out, in and out...like a pulse...like a breath...like all God-things...in rhythmic order.
Just like the tide, sometimes the waves are soft, lapping, comforting. Other times, the tide of emotion crashes in on me, threatening my existence. But the sea always calms, always...always.
I think of lullabies and the rhythmic tones that lull a baby into calm. I hear the music of Taizé that allows me to find that center point. I count all the blessings in my life until I run out of numbers or time.
I am a part of all that has been, all that is, and all that will be. Death was conquered by Jesus. Thoughts of Death will not stop any of the rhythms of life. Life will go on...like a pulse...like a breath...like all God-things...in rhythmic order.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
|Frio River Canyon|
And then I get a call that tells me that Mom wants to talk to us all in the evening...together...at the same time.
Then I am afraid for real. Terrified even.
And the reason for fear is very real. Mom was diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukemia. It was not what the doctor expected. The markers indicated Myelodysplastic Syndrome or Lupus. Neither of these were good but the other sounded far scarier.
Now, a day and a half later, I have gone from extreme sorrow to expecting miracles of healing.
Crazier things have happened.
RIght now, I am praying...even though it might look like I am typing. But really, for sure, I am praying. My sister and mom are at the doctor’s office. They just met with her regular medical doctor. Now they are waiting to consult with the oncologist who wants to rush her to the hospital and begin aggressive treatment on her right now.
I am praying that Mom will feel the arms of the Holy Spirit wrapping around her, giving her hope, filling her up with love. I am praying that her blood is being renewed, restored right now as I pray and type.
I am praying that all the powerful prayers will continue.
And I am giving thanks to God for all the precious people in my life who live in love and walk in hope.
I am less afraid of not being able to see places and things that I have loved in my life. I am hopeful that all things, regardless of how difficult things might seem, will be well.
|Janet McKenzie's Jesus of the People|