It is now the early hours of the morning and I just listened to an inspiring speaker say that “We all have and will have our ups and downs.” I just got in the bed to practice falling asleep and discovered it was not the time or place. I moved to my blog that is dedicated to my GirlMic Leslie. The butterflies carry some of the names who are prayer intercessors and I said I would count them as others count sheep. I have set a 03::00 goal to go again to bed but I thought it would be a good time to count the people who are helping me get through another day. I decided to double my words of thanks to the Lord Jesus Christ for the opportunity of another day to don my wings.
The definition I have chosen is, “ruminate is Figurative. to think or ponder; meditate; reflect.” Today I experienced a muted moment of prayer as I listened to a group of prayer warriors give praise reports and prayer requests. I have chosen to make this observation in response to the prompt: ruminate. I am working to […]
One year ago we stood at your grave to say good-bye. I could not have imagined the loneliness of not having you present always. I have worked to stay joyful and move forward with my reading, writing and speaking. I remember things that have been hidden for many years and I cry or smile depending on my mood for the day. Today we celebrate labor day and I know you would have already called to see what I would be doing. I just look into the skies and seek your beautiful face in the clouds to lift away the loneliness.
Life’s trials seem to move slowly. One grows weary as they pass. But our lives are but moment, and not long, do they last. The tests that one goes through, we endure, and not succumb. But they are not worthy, to be compared, to the glory, that will come. *
via It Moves Slowly — Lantern Words I watched in pain as my daughter moved to the world of the unknown. I have spent the past year in pain but today the #Lantern Words are here to give the joy of the Lord’s promise and His words. To God be the glory.
We visited Elmwood Cemetery to laugh, cry and soothe our souls with My Girl Mic Leslie sweet memories. I want my writing to be as bold as she was in life. I thank the Lord for my children who worked very hard to make my May Month Birth celebration a sweet memory. It was my best party ever and the fellowship was unbelievable. I thought about all the stories we take to the cemetery with every visit. It is important to me that I write about her even when it seems I am dwelling on the memories.
Have you heard someone say, “she is a shining light?” I sit here praising the Lord for a victory of seeing the light in my new lens and wishing I could see her face. I start to write because I have not done my 100 word post dedicated to my GirlMic/Leslie. I am determined, delighted, and designed to be a light because of her giving much to make me better in self, soul and spirit.This is just encouraging myself. My son and I had a “think and thank God” session for our GirlMic Leslie’s living and light.
Today was the last day to walk into her closet and pull out shoes. We worked to clean and give away clothes, purses, and shoes. I asked if I could have her wedding shoes. These shoes are more than twenty years old and she kept them wrapped in her box deep in the closet and now they belong to me. This was a difficult day but I was standing on the promise from the Lord so I made it through. I think about her life of 51 years and I believe I can hear the words, “All God’s Children got shoes
When we started our day at 06:35, we listened to the song , “It is Well.” We realized the significance that GirlMic/Leslie had been in this silent scream for 40 days. Her body had diminished but her soul and spirit had produced 40 silent sermons to all whom entered ICU Wilderness 312. Her Nurses Ariel and Bree and RT Cynthia cared for her and we played music, “Take Me To The King” and “I Can Only Imagine” while praying. Her visitors were Valerie, Doug, Robert, Lynn, Silas, Greg, and me. We held her, kissed her and shared how we loved her. GirlMic/Leslie’s Sermons are Completed!
07:35 Greg and I sit at Leslie’s bedside and watch as Chrissie and Dr Walker starts their assessments. Dr. G. Kraus comes and gives us a “Litany of Compassion For the Sick” writing and she is given her freedom from the ventilator. The room is full of family and staff as we sing, pray and play a a Daryl Coley song, “Can’t tell It All.” Chrissie starts a MS drip and we are blessed to see her breathing on her own. Dr. K.L. Bryan starts the Hospice Care admission arrangements. I left Greg and GirlMic/Leslie so they could spend time together.