Friday, November 4, 2011

5 minute Friday: Remember

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. 


Susan Stilwell said...

The "c" word has the power to shake you to your core. So grateful for the way He delivered you :)
Tomorrow I am doing this writing prompt. Today was spent running and working on the kitchen, which is now FINISHED! PTL!!

Roxane B. Salonen said...

Doesn't it feel great to be at a place where bitterness is rare, if not nonexistent? I think we get to this place when we truly and fully place our life in God's hands. He knows better than we, can see more widely than we can. We are human, prone to doubtful days, but so long as those days and moments are fleeting, we can live life in abundance as long as we're here, whether it be a day or 100 years. We are all terminal, are we not? We're all going to die someday. Could be tomorrow, who knows? As I said on Facebook today, quoting a new blog writer I've discovered: Live every day as if it were your last? No, no. "Live every day as if you were going to live forever."

Maryann said...

Reminded every day that he is my strength, glad you are doing well and have that peace only he can provide