Oh Happy Day...
and to get out my pick line.
(cartwheel) (woo hoo)
Mama is getting her groove back.
I thought it was pretty special to
have Kathy there with me,
Since she has seen me through this.
I feel pretty brave posting this picture..
I am already forgetting about the miracle
of life, and worrying about how to loose
all this weighed I gained when they
starved me for 6 weeks.
I take a minute and remember that I
don't... I won't let myself forget what
Things like the joy I feel when I see this
picture of kathy by my side. The love
that has healed me, and the tender mercies.
The patient in the room next to me at
the huntsman center was not so lucky.
I overheard the Doctor come and and
tell him to enjoy what time he had left
because it wouldn't be very long.
Sometimes miracles come
and sometimes they don't.
I don't know the rhyme or reason behind
his plan. But I know one thing for sure.
He has a plan for each of us.
I have thought a lot about how I have
been blessed to have an "illness" for a trial,
people know what to do when your sick,
dinners, cards, visits...flowers, prayers
and fasting...and trips to the temple...
But it's the other trials that break my heart,
the trials that cause silent suffering,
and painful game faces on the outside
when your dying inside.
I have had both. I think women need a code
word for when they are having the silent trials...
like code blue or something.
Just a flag to raise without an explanation
that will say...
I need your prayers,
I need your faith,
I need your love.
Just raise your flag...
and I will be there.