My husband Thad and I help organize our weekly Communion Ministry at our church. We needed two people to help serve as those that regularly serve this particular Sunday were out of town. My husband and I immediately went to our go to person. You know the one who wears so many different hats at the church and is always willing to step in and help. That’s the one. When my husband called him, he was short of breath, and having trouble talking. We knew he had been “under the weather” but this sounded more like he was drowning in a hurricane churned ocean. Thad talked with him about his various symptoms and strongly suggested that he immediately call his wife and have her meet him at the emergency room. As he rang off with our friend, we prayed he would listen.
When my medical history is shared, people are always amazed at how much of it there is. They wonder how I managed to get through it and still have a good disposition. My husband would disagree on the good disposition part. But, unless I look at my medical profile (a list of major medical events in my life), I try not to give it much thought. I am too busy looking forward to where God is leading me than looking back at where I have been.
But not everyone has an easy time doing that. Circumstances and severity of events often obscure the road which feels like a rock climbing experience rather than a hike on a nature trail.
Recently Thad and I went looking for dining room furniture. My brother and his wife have enjoyed many years of consignment and antique shopping and suggested that they take us to several of their favorite haunts. We spent two weekends going with them and I am not sure what was more fun: looking for a find or watching them look for that something special to add to their home. We learned about the different eras of furniture and their “specialness”. We discovered a whole new world of beautiful treasures and something about ourselves as well.
Oh, boy, a new year has begun.
New beginnings, new promises, new commitments, new resolutions – and I have made and done them all. These are just a few: eat healthy, exercise daily, let go of control, practice imperfection, and hold my tongue and don’t lose my temper… At 59 + years of age, I have succeeded at them all…for an hour, a day, a week…only for them to get lost in the mayhem and mire that is part of life today. I have the list of excuses to match: “I’m stressed”, “I’m tired”, “Thad made me eat too much”, “I can’t throw out the box of candy the neighbors gave us”, or here is an oldie but a goody – “I was provoked….”
Most of you reading this know that I have written a book which I am trying to publish. It’s been a nine year birthing process and like a mother-to-be in her final trimester; I am more than ready to birth this baby! I am keeping busy by writing this blog, and creating a workshop based on what I have learned living in the medical community. That said, there are days when I just feel unsuccessful in my life. I have a passion for food, okay; it’s an addiction that causes me to consume more calories than I can burn through exercise. I tend to be an extremist and perfectionist in work and can be impatient and judgmental. Lately, I feel like my faults are mountains and my gifts small streams in the desert.
Do you ever wonder what God’s purpose for your life is and are your living it? Are you a success?