I'm racked with emotion. As the normalcy of life goes full bore, we hear of our friend, Lisa, a cancer sista, preparing for her journey to her heavenly home. My prayers for her, whispered unceasingly, that she be filled with peace, love and light.
And yet, the fullness of life swirls round. Nolan plays in his final "Junior Spuds," Pepsi Cup tournament, where they end on a win as Consolation Champs this past weekend. Its a weekend of backyard barbecues and campfires with friends, along with lots of hockey games and graduation parties galore. We're happy, tired, and sad all at once. So many "ends" and so many "beginnings" happening at the same time.
We have company, family coming from far away to spend some time with us. As the boys begin their hockey camp, their FP3 off ice conditioning, their baseball and golf.
My mailbox floods and I am filled with gratitude for all those who reach out to me. Through cards… words… prayers… gifts… deeds…
As I await word of the time of my surgery, I prepare to lay myself open. To surrender. To fully rest in His hands.
Pastor Mary calls to offer the gift of communion in our home Tuesday morning.
I graciously accept.
With remnants of our dinner from the night before still clinging to the table, with the never-ending clutter so central to our lives, she places the wafers in the midst of our mess- squarely where it belongs.
Because the light streams through regardless.
Rick notices as he grabs the camera and watches the light splash around the table.
And the bible opens and her eyes come to rest on Psalm 104.
This is the portion she reads, leaving the rest for me to read later.
King James Version (KJV)
104 Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty.
2 Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain:
3 Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind:
4 Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire: and so on...
(I read the rest later… "This Psalm speaks to the very beginning, when God created sea and land, cloud and sunlight, plant and animal, light and darkness, life and death- all filled with the presence of our Lord ")
Then we pray.
She leaves me with the imagery of the "garment of light."
I will arrive for sugary at 12:15 today. Your prayers are most welcome. Due to the late time of the surgery- between 2 and 3, I may be admitted for the night.
Rick will put out an update on Facebook.
So grateful to have all of you, surrounding all of me.
Special prayer maybe for my one tender hearted boy who was teary eyed all night?
"Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders."
Love to you all.
All shall be well.