(a post written last Thursday)
I love my parents. (I need to start and end always with that love because sometimes what falls in between can be quite challenging.)
The phone rang shortly after 7 this morning. It was my mother. I am on a board of directors for a local business and my father is on the same board. Mom's first words this morning: "Dad wants you to cancel the meeting..."
In my half-awake (and only recently medicated) state, I felt only peace. (Thank you for that, Lord, as You know how stressful family relations can sometimes be.)
Sharing my sleepiness with Mom, I asked if she would mind calling another board member and asking them to make any changes.
As I hung up, I realized something... My parents have never learned to rest.
If the past year has done no other good in my life, it has taught me how to rest. Especially now.
If you look at me, all you see is a patch that covers the right side of my face. You might think, "Well, the cancer is gone. She's all patched up. What more time does she need?" My answer... Time to heal. The body is very focused right now (as it should be) on healing my forehead and especially my eye.
Thank You, Lord, for teaching me how to rest.
Praised be Jesus Christ!!