Waiting

Waiting is not my best attribute. I have a hard time waiting on meetings that seem to drag on and on. I mentally amuse myself with the lists of things I am going to do as soon as the meeting is over. I have never been patient, and I had hoped that as I got older, I would become more tolerant of any and all situations that don't stick to my time tables. Life just doesn't work that way. In fact, most people are on a much slower time table than I am. I am a fifteen minute rule type of person. I learned a long time ago that the kitchen could be cleared and the dishwasher loaded in almost 15 minutes. I can fold and put away a load of laundry in the same amount of time. I guess that being the oldest of five natually made me an efficient adult. I remember having to hang clothes on a line as a kid and hating it. My mom would remind me that it was just a 15 minute job, and it would take longer to take them down, fold or iron them. I became a fast forward whiz at just about any kind of chores; mainly because I hated doing them. The faster I got chores done, the faster I got to do what I wanted to do. I am still that way.

Prayers for Michele and Justin

I sit here writing my feelings. My head is here, but my heart is elsewhere. My heart is in North Carolina with my son and his wife. After a year of remission, Michele received word that once again the doctors found atypical cells on her cervix. I am stunned, and I know that Michele is feeling lost just about now. I wish I was there to wrap my arms around the whole family. My only recourse is to pray for my sweet daughter-in-law, my son, and the kids.

I am praying that these cells are a result of a need for hormones. It is a hope that I have shared with God. He knows every cell in her body and wants blessings for Michele. In fact He wants her to be abundantly blessed. She is His child. I pray for the will to go forward to be a part of their daily routines. Michele takes great pride in being a wife, homemaker, and mother. I pray that God will bless her every second as she tries to stay busy until this nightmare is over.

I pray for my son to be sensitive and loving as panic tries to creep into his thoughts. I pray for their protection as they keep on keeping on throughout this latest chapter in their lives. I pray for my grandkids. I pray that God will wrap His arms around them each and every day, each and every second. I pray for strength for all of them.

I hope that they can feel the prayers. We love them so much, and it is hard to see any suffering because of the dreaded disease of cancer. I pray that God will squash this enemy of the family, and out of the ashes of fear and uncertainty, raise a family that is stronger and there for each other.

I ask these things in Jesus' name.