MY DEAREST LORD
IT AIN'T FUNNY
I HAVE ALWAYS SEEN THE HUMOROUS SIDE OF LIFE'S LITTLE TREASURES
BUT LORD THIS IS MORE THAN I CAN HANDLE
DO YOU KNOW HOW TO MUTES SOMEONE WHO CAN'T TALK.
TAKE THEIR PEN OR PAPER AWAY
GREG CALLS THAT MUTING MOM
I AM REALLY AT A LOSS
WHEN I CAN'T SPEAK
IT AFFECTS EVERYTHING YOU DO.
LET'S TALK ABOUT IT GOD, JUST YOU AND ME.
IF I AM GOING TO LEARN A LESSON FROM THIS,
IT IS BEYOND ME.
IT IS BEYOND ME.
I WENT TO CHAPEL AT THE HOSPITAL THIS MORNING
A SONG WAS SUNG
DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE
ENJOY SINGING
ESPECIALLY
ENJOY SINGING
ESPECIALLY
CHRISTIAN MUSIC.
THANK YOU LORD THAT KURT AND OTHERS GAVE ME A COMPLIMENT
ON MY VOICE AND ASKED ME INTO THE CHOIR.
I ALWAYS HAD A PECULIAR FEAR OF SINGING IN A CHOIR.
I KNEW I LOVED TO SING FROM THE TOP OF MY HEAD TO THE BOTTOM OF MY FEET.
I STILL CAN MOVE SOME OF THE PARTS TO RHYTHM
BUT I FEEL PEOPLE LOOK AT ME AND WONDER WHY I AM NOT SINGING.
I DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT
BUT I DO CARE ABOUT NOT EXPRESSING ALL THE LOVE AND PASSION
I HAVE TO SHARE:
MEAN TO ME.
THE BIBLE STORY
THE GREAT LOSS
WITH THIS DISEASE, ALS
IT CAN ATTACK
EVERY PART OF YOUR BODY.
BLIND, HEARING IMPAIRED, WALKING,
EATING, SWALLOWING, BREATHING
WELL LORD THAT IS A BUNDLE.
WHO HAD DIFFICULTY HEARING
ESPECIALLY IN SUNDAY SCHOOL AND CHURCH.
I WAS ALWAYS A PART OF AMPLIFICATION,
THEN I FELT BAD ABOUT SOMEONE WHOSE VISION WAS IN TROUBLE
CATARACTS ARE ONE THING
BUT MY MOTHER HAD
MACULAR DEGENERATION.
I TRIED TO LEARN ALL I COULD SO I COULD HELP MY MOTHER.
I SUFFERED A BROKEN ANKLE AND ROTATOR CUFF SURGERY
IT TOOK A YEAR FOR ME TO RECOVER BUT I COULD RECOVER
IN PHYSICAL THERAPY
I SAW KNEE AND HIP REPLACEMENTS AND STROKES
ALL COULD GET WELL
THAT IS THE DIFFERENCE OF MS
YOU DEAL WITH IT FOR A LONG DEGENERATIVE TIME
I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN MADE CONSCIOUS OF THE NEEDS OF OTHERS
"NEIGHBORHOOD FRIENDS CARE"
IS TO TOUCH JUST A FRACTION OF PEOPLE IN NEED.
I JOKE: IT IS LIKE HELPING SOMEONE CHANGE A LIGHT BULB
THIS BLOG ALWAYS TAKES ME IN CIRCLES
THE DIFFERENCE IS AN AILMENT OR AN AFFLICTION.
I WILL SAY AN AILMENT GETS BETTER
AN AFFLICTION YOU LIVE WITH
WHAT CLASS DOES ALS FALL INTO.
YOU REALLY DON'T DEGENERATE
YOU INCINERATE
PUFF IT IS GONE FOREVER
TODAY MY VOICE
I GO DOWN THE HALL AND PEOPLE SAY HI
I CAN WAVE
I WANT TO SAY THANK YOU
I DO THUMBS UP
I CAN'T SAY A WORD
I HAVE GOOD IDEAS,
BEAUTY TO SHARE WITH PEOPLE
YOU MADE SO CONSCIOUS OF THE NEEDS OF OTHERS
AND THEN I AM SHUT UP
I KNOW LORD YOU DID NOT CAUSE THIS
BUT IT IS SO PAINFUL
WHEN I POINT,
KNOW ONE UNDERSTANDS IT
IS LIKE BEING IN A CONSTANT
PANTOMIMELORD HOW TO MAKE SENSE OF THIS
I LOVE SO MUCH AND HAVE SO MUCH TO SHARE WITH OTHERS.
WHY IS THAT SOMEONE WHO CAN SPEW HATE
CAN LIVE AND BE ABUNDANTLY FRUITFUL,
IF THAT IS WHAT YOU CALL IT
WHY DO THOSE OF US WHO TRY TO WORK FOR OTHERS
GETS KICKED IN THE KNEES
I HAVE CHALLENGED YOU TO MAKE SENSE
OF THIS LORD.
I CAN NOT SAY IT IS A GIFT
"I WANT TO RETURN THE GIFT AT THE COUNTER"
NO SUCH LUCK
YOU DON'T TAKE RETURNS.
WHEN PEOPLE ARE INPATIENT
WITH WHAT THEY GO THROUGH DRIVING AND SHOPPING IN LINES
I SAY, " TRY THIS ON FOR PERMANENT"
NEVER BEING ABLE TO SPEAK.
IT IS GONE NADA
IT IS SO UNBELIEVABLY PAINFUL
I JUST WANT TO HUG EVERYBODY AND SAY
I AM STILL HERE!
I AM STILL HERE!
Oh, Jane dear, we KNOW you are still here!!
ReplyDeleteYour thoughts in this blog are profound. I cannot begin to understand or certainly not explain God's purposes, but you are truly an inspiration still. You are not silent~ we all can HEAR you.
Love,
Linda