Before noon - a volunteer driver who gets me to my radiation therapy appointment on time.
After dark - a small pot of crocuses given to me at a ladies' meeting the other night. Then passed on to my daughter because it was her birthday. They are so gorgeous on the kitchen counter - makes me think of spring, when all these treatments will be done. :)
One Grace borrowed - a necklace made with a brown stone, a filigree leaf added - to wear to go to be with a bunch of lovely ladies to talk about writing and Inscribe.
One Grace found - that a day alone can be long and a little bit boring but still a blessing.
One Grace inherited - my mother's optimism - she always knew how to put a positive or even fun spin on things for us kids, even when life wasn't at all fun for her. When my dad lost the business they had both built and then they lost the house too, she made it into an adventure - a new home, a new school, new friends ... oh boy! Then she went away to a corner by herself to shed the tears.
1 - The clear Alberta Sky - I realized I'd been taking it for granted when I asked a Korean exchange student staying with us, What did you notice first about Canada? Her answer - "the sky - it's not grey or yellow with pollution."
2 - My new shirt - blue chambray, soft and roomy
3 - My husband's eyes, which I'm missing. So looking forward to going home this weekend. :)
One Grace wrinkled - broken down vehicles causing wrinkles in schedules until friends emerge and come to my aid.
One Grace smoothed - the stresses of the week smoothed away in a church sanctuary listening to the music - a fine guitar, a sweet flute and the rhythm of drums, and then the scripture read in different versions and then ...
One Grace unfolded - the word of God by a seasoned preacher.
Something above me - the many levels at Tom Baker Cancer Centre, rooms where patients lie watching doctors and nurses coming and going dispensing medicines and diagnoses and the limited wisdom of limited but seeking minds. The blessings and curses of modern medicine flowing through hallways and up and down elevators, shadowing visitors with flowers and candy or toys and balloons.
Something below me - my shoes squeaking on hard linoleum washed and polished every day by men and women with tired eyes who still take the time to smile or say good morning as I follow the green line to the dressing room and on to the waiting room, the signs about privacy telling us all to wait for the assistance of the nurses.
Something beside me. Yusef, Katie, Matt, Amanda, who step to my side as I lay on the table, their smiles telling me this is all normal after all, as they make sure my body is lined up, "perfect," "Yes that's just right," and we chat about countries we've seen, their comments interjecting like exclamation points of victory as my mind slips back to Spain and Portugal, their "wonderful people." Yes, I think, wonderful, truly wonderful. And filled with mercy and grace.
It had been a long grey day in a long grey week. The new chemotherapy drug they had said would be easier wasn't. It knocked me to the ground then stomped on me until every bone ached. I was seriously thinking about cancelling the next dose. I didn't think I could do it.
Then, late one afternoon, I opened my eyes. A thin beam of light had pushed through the clouds, through my living room window, and along a slim tendril growing out of my small Spider plant. The tendril had looked so fragile as it reached out, pale and oh so thin. But when that beam of light touched it, it began to glow. Then the light illuminated the tiny white flowers that had just bloomed. The flowers glowed in that ethereal light. It took my breath away. And hope blossomed. I managed to get up off the couch and find my camera. It took a few tries to get a picture that wasn't blurry. But I managed to steady my hands and do it.
Hope. At that moment it was a living dimension - a shaft of real light that slipped into my living room along that tendril of plant at just at the right moment. At just the right moment God reminded me that he was here, watching, waiting with me and smiling as he made that tiny flower glow.
"When Jesus spoke to the people, he said, "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." John 8:12
The light of life, the light of hope. It's Him. Jesus Himself. Right here. Right now.
I'm a little late getting started on this, but I've decided to that the Joy Dare with Ann Voskamp and many others. I'll be posting here as well as keeping a hand-written journal. So far this is what I've done -
Day One - she picked a hard one to start off - 3 things about myself I'm grateful for - 1 - an ability to adapt and "go with the flow" - most of the time. :) 2 - a willingness to keep trying, even when I blow it badly. 3 - the deep seed of Christian heritage that has kept me rooted in Christ.
Day Two - A gift outside - clear sidewalks; Inside - a clean house, dishes done thanks to my hsuband; On a plate - this one was easy - Turkey! :0
Day three - three lines overheard that were graces - will have to continue to listen for these -
Day four - One gift, old, new, blue old - my geraniums that just won't quit blooming, even in January
new - the lovely journal I'll use for this project - a gift from my dear friend Pauline blue - a soft chambray shirt, found on sale. :)
Day five - Something I'm reading - Sutter's Cross - Dale Cramer's first book - have loved some of his others, especially Summer of Light.
Something I'm making - this journal
Something I'm seeing - birds in a tree near the hospital. They made me smile - all grace, singing.
The photo to the left is of a painting done by my daughter, Laura, given to me for Christmas by my daughter Kate. Do you see the bird?
Day six - one thing in my bag - two gift certificates to local bookstores. Have been pondering what books to buy. :)
in my fridge - leftovers - they are always better the second time around.
in my heart - thankfulness for clear roads and sunshine - in January!
Day seven - three graces from people I love - 1 - Laura's spontaneous hugs and kisses that always surprise me 2 - Katie's text messages just to see how I'm doing. 3 - my husband's smile when I arrive back home.