Here is TV sewing star, Nancy Zieman’s response to her latest life event. You will be encouraged too.
Margaret Terry (author of Dear Deb, A Woman with Cancer, A Friend with Secrets and the Letters that Became Their Miracle) offered these words when asked about her recovery process. I share them with you because they are so like my own and no doubt yours as well.
- I wanted a better life than the one I was raised in.
- I didn’t do it alone. I had a good counsellor and support group
- I had my faith and support from my faith family
- I stopped pretending things were OK when they weren’t
- I told my story and it lost its power to make me feel shame.
- I accepted that healing was a life-long process.
- I stopped being so hard on myself because God wasn’t!
No matter your struggles, keep moving forward into healing and remember this.
So we say with confidence, “The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?” (Hebrews 13:6, NIV)
Prayer-Thank you God that you see the trouble of your afflicted; you consider our grief and take it in hand. We were victims who committed ourselves to you because you are the helper of the fatherless. Now this we know: The Lord gives victory to his anointed. You answer us with the victorious power of your right hand. Amen. (From Psalm 10:14, 20:6)
Most moms learn to tiptoe in the mornings so that everyone else sleeps in. This means we can have a shower without short people yelling “Mommy, Mommy”, under the bathroom door. It might mean we get our first sip of coffee without questions like “Where are my sneakers,” or “Honey, did you do the laundry? I can’t find any clean underwear.) As time goes on, we get used to this silence. It becomes our way of life.
Hubby works late and we shush the children so he can sleep in on a Saturday. Or maybe he finally gets a chance at an afternoon nap and we herd the crowd to the backyard. A teenager may not be at their best of a morning, so we whisper through the early hours because it is more peaceful for everybody.
When Ron and I retired to our little house in Innisfil, I continued this habit. Ron seldom had enough sleep through the night and I’ve always been a 5 am kind of gal. I made my coffee by the light of the fridge door so that the overhead kitchen light wouldn’t glare toward the back and wake him. I sometimes read by flashlight. I took a shower after he awoke.
When cancer entered our life, that quiet silence became even more necessary. Even though Ron’s hearing began to fail badly, noise desturbed him. I set the TV so that I could read the words on the screen. I turned the ringer down on the living room phone. I closed the windows against traffic.
Today I slammed a cupboard door by mistake…and listened for Ron’s feet to hit the floor in the bedroom.
And felt my loss in a new way…..because now my silence doesn’t matter…..so I guess it is ok then, to cry aloud.
Brenda J Wood
Jeremiah 29:11-For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future NIV).
Entertainment is rare at the doctor’s office but the other day, a young mom and her four-year-old twins kept us all in smiles.
Likely hoping for a little peace and quiet, Mom picked a children’s book off the shelf, arranged the little ones on either side and began to read. The girls did not like Mom’s book one bit. It was one of those learn your alphabet things. They had no interest in the A-B-C’s. Instead, they’d each picked out happy, cartoony type stuff.
They begged and whined for mom to discard her plan and read their particular picture book. Mom paid no attention. She calmly proceeded with her reading. Eventually though, both girls set their books aside and began to
listen as Mom’s calm voice read them what they needed to know.
We are like that. God has a plan for us. He has things to teach us and we don’t care to learn them. However, if we are wise, we allow God to steadfastly point the way and we come along side and begin to read what God
My Darling Husband and I are reading plans right now that we do not care for at all. Ron is in the last stages of cancer. Thankfully, with family and nursing help and good friends and neighbours I am able to care for
him here at home.
How can his death prosper us? How can these plans prosper us? What future is there in this?
We don’t know the answers to all the questions yet, but this we do know. God loves us. He plans the best for us…if we will but trust him and willing follow his path.
Brenda J Wood