It has been a while since I have experienced vibrant contrasts in this part of the world, and it is sensory overload--lovely to behold!
The hues of autumn, blend with the bluest of skies --
"Who is Man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?"
Psalms 8:4
That you cherish every minute detail in your creation - each kaleidoscope of shadow, and colour is magnificent -- my mind can scarcely take it in. Sunsets painted by your Hand, each single brush stroke bringing out the highlights of your handiwork.
I am in awe!
Thank you for each and every day you give. Untying the bow, watching the ribbons tumble down on the ground; the daily gifts unfold and appear with freshness... pleasure... expectation...
My heart fills with gratitude, and thanksgiving. I have so much to be thankful for. I am humbled by your generosity, replenished with hope, for what the new day will bring.
"You can be sure that God will take care of everything you need,
his generosity exceeding even yours in the glory that pours from Jesus.
Our God and Father abounds in glory that just pours out into eternity. Yes!"
Phil. 4:19, 20
It is in the learning of self, the depth, the width, and the breadth -- that secures the foundation of faith, and the promise of eternity for the soul. Of this I am assured, no doubt, hesitation, or reservation within.
So, with a thankful heart, I submit to the One who has given me breath, resolution, and determination to go the course... yes, six more weeks until I can take a hold of that bell, and ring it with joy! Not much longer to go...excitement is building...heart beats faster....
Yes, the journey's end is nearing... "what a day that will be.."
This week my C125 count dropped once more to 6.2. Thank you Lord! You are worthy of honour, applause, and praise! The clinic this week, was equivalent to a homecoming. Walking through the door, my eyes resting on each one sitting in their chairs -- connected to their plastic tubes, snaking up to the bag of chemicals that destroy the cancer cells.
Faces, now familiar -- some rugged and worn, others youthful and vigorous, glance up with smiles, and greetings on their faces. Their voices are cheerful, welcoming. The ceaseless amazement of the strength, spirit, and hardiness of those who weekly, monthly, and yes, yearly and routinely -- go forward, and onward to that finish line, with grit and stamina.
The common ground... the tie that binds... it is there in that small room, like a warm blanket, covering the pain, cold, and distance we all have travelled. The realization that we need each other is very real. Hence, the welcome -- reassurance that our presence is good, a sign of existence, and fortitude.
“If we never experience the chill of a dark winter, it is very unlikely that we will ever cherish the warmth of a bright summer’s day. Nothing stimulates our appetite for the simple joys of life more than the starvation caused by sadness or desperation. In order to complete our amazing life journey successfully, it is vital that we turn each and every dark tear into a pearl of wisdom, and find the blessing in every curse.”
― Anthon St. Maarten
With a heart full of gratitude, I acknowledge -- God is my All, my Enough. He is my beating heart, breath exhaled, joy and love, hurt and despair. Simple days, filled with a mixture of emotions; realities of family, faith, and a future. It is enough. I thank You in this moment, for all you have done in my life, and continue to do...
Just finished reading your splendid, lavish description on our beautiful colors this Thanksgiving weekend. That is what I noticed as well - when you have not seen it for a few years it is the brilliance of those colourful Trees end bushesEtc. We are so grateful that you B. Count keeps coming down and we Praise Him this thanksgiving season. We love you. Mom and Dad
ReplyDelete