Houston Poem
So here’s a new one I wrote last week in Houston.
Spring in Your Step
There’s still good news to be had,
at times, now and again, here and there.
We’d forgotten this or stopped believing.
Good news was just a novel we’d once read.
Yet there it was, free for the taking
and we weren’t sure whether to reach over
and pick it up, for it might just be
a mine waiting to blow up in our faces.
The news was only good, not great.
I hadn’t been healed. Yes, the tumors
hadn’t grown, but they were not gone.
There was still little hope of survival.
You take such news gladly though,
knowing how much worse things
might have been, knowing that you
will likely see the trees bud once more.
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Dear Jim and LeAnn
We will continue to pray for a miracle and and for strength for all of you, especially Ford and Maddye.
Lots of Luv and Prayers,
Jaishree, Shivakumar, Avinash, Vinu and Ashu
Hi, Jim. TCC closed today due to the ice storm, so I have an unexpected day off. I’ve used a good deal of it to catch up with you and your family through blogs and videos.
I find myself thinking of you and your family often. When I receive updates from you I’m always relieved that you’re still with us, and you know already that I think you’re amazing, as are LeAnn, Ford, and Maddye. And yet, I didn’t expect my life to change much because after all, I’m viewing all this at a distance. I think, though, that today something happened to me that is personally meaningful and, I hope, lasting.
Apparently, I’ve lately been in a “teachable” mode, receptive to things people say that I would otherwise disregard. I can count three instances in the past month when I experienced some insight that I’m usually not inclined to experience, at least not about myself.
As I watched your videos, I thought of all the lessons to be learned from you and your family–courage, dignity, acceptance–but the video that struck me was the one in which you talked about the intentionality of each day, of making memories. I HAVE memories, mostly because I can’t escape the imprint life leaves on us. Being intentional, however, has never been a characteristic of mine. I put it off on my creativity, my flibberty-gibbet-edness (it is so a word. I just made it up), maybe some early trauma.
But when I heard you talk about it, I knew that my lack of intention was solely a result of–well, my lack of intention.
I won’t forget the lesson. I won’t forget the importance of being intentional. And I won’t forget to make a memory every day.
Thanks.
Carol
Sometimes we don’t see what is right in front of us as the blinds are twisted free…..So, glad to the Lord everyday for your reprieve!!!! Hope to see you soon.