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A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 764

  • Forest Creature (2) The Sparrows

    Two salt of the earth, East Glasgow mums (one of five, one of three) with whom I spent the longest single period of time in the forest and who were such a delight to be with.  Neither had had the educational opportunities I've enjoyed, and each was hard working, loving and brim full of common sense.  Each had a bit of a rough time whilst in hospital and I spent a bit of time offering them support.

    We had some really interesting conversations - one of them asked me how I decided to be a minister and was totally open to my 'Damascus road' experience sense of call in a way that many Christians have not been; indeed she seemed delighted by such a possibility.  The other asked me what I thought happened to people who had euthanasia, and if they went to hell.  Not only was I able to share my thoughts - about a God of love, that no human has the right to pronounce on the eternal fate of others, that I would not want euthanasia myself - but we opened up wider topics of suicide and survivor guilt.  The final morning we had a three way conversation on a topic that was directly affecting one of the families in which practical common sense and non-judgemental minister views were equally valued.

    It was a genuine privilege to meet these two 'sparrows,' the "common or garden" birds which seem plentiful and perhaps, too easily, as lesser than those with university degrees.  Instinctively they understood what ministerial live involved - and unwittingly they enriched my hospital stay immensely.  Each gave me a hug before she left, our paths diverging, but the moments we shared were precious.

     

    Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?  Yet not one falls to the ground but your Father knows it.

    Consider the birds of the field... not even Solomon in all his splendour was dressed like one of these.

     

    Thank you, God, for sparrows and the delight they bring if we only have eyes to see.  Please bless these two East Glasgow sparrows as she flies into her future.

  • Forest Creatures (1) The Kangaroo

    A kangaroo might not be the kind of animal you'd expect to meet in a forest, but I want to tell you about the one I met in my forest.

    At the age of 14 she had been walking on a pavement when she was hit by a car driven by a fifteen year old.  She suffered horrendous injuries and wound up in hospital for fifteen months.  Despite being told she'd never walk again she left hospital on two feet.  At the age of nineteen she was a rear passenger in a car involved in a car crash and sustained further serious injuries.  Now in her early thirties, she was undergoing surgery to improve her injured leg, and this was something like operation number 55.

    The surgery she'd had meant she couldn't put her foot to the ground so she hopped around the ward with her arms held out for balance making her look like a kangaroo - hence the metaphor.

    She was (is) a remarkable and inspiring young woman devoid of bitterness or self-pity, with no anger towards the driver(s) whose actions had caused her injuries and unending, fulsome praise for the NHS.  As is the way of remarkable people, she seemed unaware of how inspiring she was (is).

    Her surgery involved just overnight before she bounded out of the forest and into her future.  A great girl/woman whose beauty goes far deeper than the fleeting outward looks of youth.  I pray she will continue to progress physically and enjoy the fullness of life she so richly deserves.

  • The Joy of Sleep!

    Most of the time since I've been home I've been asleep - there is nothing like one's own bed is there?  The hopsital beds were comfortable and 'clever' in that they had remote controls to move them to different configurations, but it was bliss to return to my own rather old and totally unsophisticated bed and to sleep.

    Who needs memory foam when if you keep you bed long enough it is perfectly contoured anyway?!

    Although I still wake up every time I move, and have only two positions in which I can sleep, it was the most restful night I've had in a week - evidenced by the fact that I didn't surface until 9 a.m. - sheer bliss after being woken at 6 a.m. so the nurse could do obs on the person in the next bed!!

    Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, when you can sleep in your own bed... (with apologies to the Letter of James).

  • The Wanderer Returns

    Just a very quick post to say I am now back home.

    All went brilliantly and I won the metaphorical "patient of the week" award for doing as I was told and recovering so fast!  I also win the metaphorical worlds' biggest drainage" prize for the amount of seroma my wound is still producing - not a concern just "how it is sometimes'.

    I, due course I will write more about adventures in the forest and the amazing creatures that dwell there, but for now I am simply resting and enjoying the literal view from my real life windows.

    Many, many thanks for the prayers and 'virtual' hugs and hand-holds that helped me on my way; I am among women truly blessed.

  • I'll be back...!

    This is advance posted to appear at the time I'm due to check in at the hospital.

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    I guess I've come a long way from the person who no way would let anyone see her head without hair.  You may be able to detect the slight 'halo' effect where it is starting to grow back (some still falling out).

    The last week or so especially has seen my inbox and my doormat swamped with messages of support, and I have found my anxiety levels dropping as the day has drawn nearer.  I am overwhelmed by the number of people whose prayers are supporting me - many of whom know me only online or as a name - and feel both humbled and blessed by this.  THANK YOU my loyal readers for all your support over these past months.

    I wondered about advance posting some bits and bobs - prayers, songs, Bible verses (out of context) - but decided against it.  Instead this corner of blogland will be silent for a while - at least a week whilst I am in hospital and maybe longer if I am feeling 'knocked about' afterwards.  But, as the line goes, 'I'll be back'... with tales of how it all went and what new things I've learned about myself or about God along the way.

    Whatever you're up to in the meantime, don't work too hard, take care, have fun, laugh a lot, dance if only in your bedroom... and come back to 'see' me soon.

    Blessings be yours in abundance.

     

    The Lord is my rock, my rock and salvation, in God I trust, in God I trust.  (Taize, after Psalm 18:2)