On Fridays Gypsy Mama reminds us to stop, drop, and write.
For fun, for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration at the art of communication.
For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.
Here's the instructions:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Most importantly: leave a comment for the person who linked up before you – encouraging them in their writing!
Today's word: Remember
It's ironic how today's word is remember, especially given the fact I spent a few minutes this morning looking throught the review mirror of my life.
In a few weeks it will be three three year anniversary of hearing the words, "You have an invasive breast cancer!" We were celebrating the news that we were going to be grandparents the night I felt my lump. I remember the knot in my stomach and the words I found myself whispering, "Really, God...breast cancer??" Than I remembered where I was when I got the call of my biopsy results. I remember my prayer:
"Please God...I beg you....don't let me become bitter. I don't think I am strong enough to walk this journey, but as you promised in Jeremiah 29:11--I know you have the plans for my life...and I trust you. I do know from my experience in health care that it would be so easy to become bitter and angry...please protect my heart and give me the strength to do what needs to be done."
When looking in my review mirror this morning--I was giving praise and thanks...God honored my request and for the most part, I have been at peace through the cancer journey. I don't blame. I am not angry. As they say, "It is what it is!" When I hear of the anger other cancer survivors find themselves battling, which often continues years after their treatment. I feel blessed. No, it doesnt' mean I like cancer or the horrific treatment. No, it doesn't mean my heart doesn't cry for those who find themselves walking the cancer journey to their death. It just means that I appreciate the blessing of God hearing my prayer and remembering my strength comes from someone greater than I.