Sunday Morning Thoughts: Sometimes, I long for the days of innocense. When I believed that bad things didnt happen to good people. Life has a way of bursting your bubble. When youre in your 50s and youve experienced and seen so many tragedies, it would be very easy to harbor a hard heart and shit bitterness....excuse my french. And, Ive known many people who have taken that path. I thank God.....that thru all the trials Ive endured, that Im called to rememberance; Grace, Mercy and Peace. Years ago, the man who preached my dads funeral, Uncle Bob, repeated those 3 words over and over, describing my dad.....and it was true. When I came of age......I didnt know the meaning of Grace.....I had no Mercy on anyone.....and Peace was unatainable, clouded in chaos and drama. But....as I grew older, I saw the wisdom in daddys example. Ive seen the results of what bitterness and unforgiveness can accomplish.......its ugly. The end results of Grace, Mercy and Peace, never fails, its beautiful. When a bad thing strikes......blame is cast, fingers are pointed, things can get.....ugly. If the bad thing is approached with Grace, Mercy and Peace......the whole situation can turn around for the good. Having said all that.....Its well known that Tom and I have a past. We seperated 5 years ago......it was a situation common to most breakups of marriage.....blame was cast, fingers pointed, and we shit bitterness. We didnt file for divorce and the only reason I can attach to that is because we are both master procrastinators. Weve been on friendly terms the whole time.......because neither one of us cared for the drama. This past week when Tom called and told me what was going on with him........immediately, the blame, the finger pointing, the shit, the bitterness........was wiped completely out. Something deep down in my soul welled up within me......Grace, Mercy and Peace. A few days later we were told the lung cancer was stage IV and that it has spread to his bones and lymphnodes and this is not a good thing. We are confused, we are scared............but we will face it together. I will not let this man face this alone. Ive decided to keep a journal and chronicle the days ahead. My thoughts are that when man pronounces you terminal......at that point, its out of mans hands....they believe, there is no more they can do. That puts you in a wonderful set of someone elses hands.....Gods. And those are wonderful hands to be in!!! I hope you find Grace and Mercy today..........Peace!!!
Posted on: Sun, 02 Feb 2014 07:01:44 +0000
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