Excuse me Mr. Cancer! Who invited you into this world? You forced your way into people’s lives to invade their bodies and torment their minds and souls with fear. Sometimes you sneak in undetected and hide yourself for extended periods of time. Other times, you Bogart your way in quickly and steal the breath out of people. Your track record indicates that you bring great discomfort and fierce pain to our relatives; your victims. Then you send them on medication regiments that radically transform their quality of life which often restricts some of our loved ones to bed rest with chemotherapy going in their veins. Excessive weight loss and fatigue are some sure signs of defeat to our family members.
Excuse me Mr. Cancer, you came into this world only to steal, kill and destroy what is precious to us. Get out of here! You must go! Without an invitation, you took the life of so many loved ones way too soon, but excuse me Mr. Cancer. Even though you are bold and strong and sometimes, unstoppable, you must know that you can’t take the love and the memories of our family members that had to succumb to your demands. Yes, you took their lives from earth, but you didn’t stop them from rejoicing with their heavenly Father and His angels in Heaven. Now their souls are in complete peace as well as ours.
Excuse me Mr. Cancer, you did not remove our loved ones legacy that is transcending through the generations of their children and grandchildren that are growing and changing the world. Excuse me Mr. Cancer; the name and the blue print of our family members are still alive in us and through in our family history. We have embraced their gifts, their talents, their wisdom, their compassion and their discernment to complete the work that they started. Mr. Cancer, where you ended their lives, our lives have just begun. Excuse me Mr. Cancer, you tried to take our family history, our generational tree, but deep roots of perseverance, hard work, respect and honor have been embedded in us. The stories of their lives are being told and lives are being lived. Generations are being restored. Families are reconnecting and relatives are forgiving one another. The voices of our heavenly family members are speaking to our souls to live our lives with value and purpose. Dreams are coming true.
So, excuse me Mr. Cancer, even though you met our family members on their journey of life, you can never take them from our hearts and our minds. They live through us. We will continue to honor our family members by living meaningful lives. So excuse me, Mr. Cancer. Take your final seat because my thoughts towards you are now complete.
Signed by
"Tired of the “C” word invading lives"
Desi
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
I Almost Missed it!
Have you ever asked God for something in your heart and he answered you so quickly that you almost missed it? One day as a new social worker, I was feeling overwhelmed by seeing so many clients that were recovering from drug addiction, domestic violence and childhood abuse that I was just emotionally exhausted and feeling slightly hopeless. I pulled in the Albertsons’ grocery store parking lot to gather my thoughts. In my heart, I spoke to the Lord and I said "Lord, I just need a hug." I was expecting that He would send my husband to meet me for lunch and give me a big old bear hug. Well needless to say, my thoughts are not like the Lord’s because he indeed answered that prayer in a way I did not expect.
As I sat and rested in my car for 10 minutes, I received a telephone call from my co-worker who asked me if I could complete two home visits for her. Even though I was tired and did not want to go, I agreed. When I arrived at the first home, I walked in the living room and introduced myself to the mother, then all of a sudden, a 13 year old developmentally disabled boy came bolting through the door and immediately grabbed me around my waist. He almost knocked me down. I was a little taken back, but I smiled and hugged him back. His mother peeled him off of me and I preceded with my social work duties. But a thought lingered in my mind. "Was that a hug from you Lord?"
I arrived at the second home to do my visit and I sat on the edge of a bed where a 16 month old child was sleeping. As I was talking to the mother and grandmother, the baby boy woke up, crawled to the edge of the bed and climbed into my arms. He laid his body in my lap and positioned his head in the creases of my elbow. He gazed into my eyes and had the biggest smile that seemed like it was painted on his face. I tried to glance away, but there was something in his smile and a gleam in his eyes that kept my attention. The mother immediately apologized and tried to take him from me, but he was nestled secure in my arms and would not move. In fact, he did not even acknowledge her presence. He just stared and smiled at me. The mother said that this was odd because her son does not go to anyone except to her and his grandmother. At that point, I felt a warm tingle in my heart and I knew that it was the Lord sending me a hug from heaven. I ALMOST MISSED IT! I sat there gazing back into this child's eyes and fighting back tears because the Lord was speaking to my heart letting me know that he loved me and heard the desire in my heart. I said “thank you Lord.” The Heavenly Father gave me exactly what I needed at that moment to warm my heart and to give me hope. I cried with joy when I got in my car.
Sometimes I have my own idea of who God is and how He will answer my prayers, but I must remember that He knitted my heart together and knows exactly how to communicate with me. He often speaks to me through children, but I will not be so naive to place the Lord in a box and limit Him to speaking to me only in that way because if I do, surely I will miss Him again. I am encouraged to let Him speak to me however He desires. I just have to remember that He is always watching and listening to me and I must do the same or I will miss Him.
As I sat and rested in my car for 10 minutes, I received a telephone call from my co-worker who asked me if I could complete two home visits for her. Even though I was tired and did not want to go, I agreed. When I arrived at the first home, I walked in the living room and introduced myself to the mother, then all of a sudden, a 13 year old developmentally disabled boy came bolting through the door and immediately grabbed me around my waist. He almost knocked me down. I was a little taken back, but I smiled and hugged him back. His mother peeled him off of me and I preceded with my social work duties. But a thought lingered in my mind. "Was that a hug from you Lord?"
I arrived at the second home to do my visit and I sat on the edge of a bed where a 16 month old child was sleeping. As I was talking to the mother and grandmother, the baby boy woke up, crawled to the edge of the bed and climbed into my arms. He laid his body in my lap and positioned his head in the creases of my elbow. He gazed into my eyes and had the biggest smile that seemed like it was painted on his face. I tried to glance away, but there was something in his smile and a gleam in his eyes that kept my attention. The mother immediately apologized and tried to take him from me, but he was nestled secure in my arms and would not move. In fact, he did not even acknowledge her presence. He just stared and smiled at me. The mother said that this was odd because her son does not go to anyone except to her and his grandmother. At that point, I felt a warm tingle in my heart and I knew that it was the Lord sending me a hug from heaven. I ALMOST MISSED IT! I sat there gazing back into this child's eyes and fighting back tears because the Lord was speaking to my heart letting me know that he loved me and heard the desire in my heart. I said “thank you Lord.” The Heavenly Father gave me exactly what I needed at that moment to warm my heart and to give me hope. I cried with joy when I got in my car.
Sometimes I have my own idea of who God is and how He will answer my prayers, but I must remember that He knitted my heart together and knows exactly how to communicate with me. He often speaks to me through children, but I will not be so naive to place the Lord in a box and limit Him to speaking to me only in that way because if I do, surely I will miss Him again. I am encouraged to let Him speak to me however He desires. I just have to remember that He is always watching and listening to me and I must do the same or I will miss Him.
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