Posted by: Staying Connected to the Vine | October 23, 2017

The Man Not the Bullfrog

Monday morning, October 23, 2017.

From the introduction to Jeremiah: 

Those who tell people only what they want to hear are being unfaithful to God’s message.

Today Jim has PET scan number ….. maybe 5? Each one tells a different story and if I had to categorize the story it would rest in the drama section at the local library.  I do love starting my day with the Instruction Book so I will be gleaning from a few different readings this morning while I wait.  I wish this hospital had a library so I could find a spot where quiet was expected.  Obviously it isn’t the cafeteria, nor is it in the Imaging waiting room or the lobby.  The greeter on call this morning needs kudos for her bubbling happy acknowledgement of whoever is walking in or going out.  There is a bar of which overly chipper people can cross and this happy woman has crossed over the bar I hold.  I guess when your anxiety level is bordering locking yourself in your house and never coming out, a bubbly personality can be the final straw.  We all deal with things differently.  Nuff said.

After I finished reading Jeremiah I leafed back to the beginning and clicked in the first study note.  I soon gleaned ‘God does not keep us from encountering life’s storms, but he will see us through them’.  The first time I heard that God does not give you more than you can handle was when I as holding a newborn baby boy while his mommy was being treated for a malignant tumor that was found during the final weeks of her pregnancy.  Those words came out of the mouth of the baby’s grandmother, the woman who had given birth to his mommy.  It doesn’t take long for you to learn that being a grandmother brings a whole new type of worry as well as a new new type of love.  This grandmother is also the one who said ‘Every chemo treatment takes you to the verge of death’, she also showed me what faith looks like.  If only I can be a light in another young woman’s life.

Since a lump is developing in my throat, I need to get back to the Word.

Always pondering,

dar


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