Latest on Pastor Don: This is such a hard write-up, my friends. I can think of only one that’s likely going to be harder.
The progression of the cancer is profound and rapidly progressing, as is his pain. At this point, he and Deb are sure he is near his end here on earth. He can eat little, which is a heartwrenching thing to witness in anyone, but especially in one known to eat with gusto.
He cannot get out of bed except to go to the restroom and the strength for even that is fast fading.
He is understandably reluctant for hospice, but it’s looking like this is where his need is at.
It’s honestly devastating to watch one so strong become so fragile. But, then, we all are if we will admit to it.
In all this, reliance on the Lord is his and Deb’s hope and stay. They deeply appreciate all the prayers and want you to know they can definitely feel them! Thank you.❤
A small, spur-of-the-moment poem for you, friends. Well, mostly for me, as processing generally lands me here, but, it also helps the heart immensely to share…
We Cannot Always
So often, thoughts will bubble to
The surface of the brain
Only to pop or settle back down
An unreachable drain…
I have many such moments
Throughout my day;
Many things that never quite have their say.
They begin with “coulds”,
An awful lot of “shoulds”,
But too often end in being tucked away,
To be examined through the deceitful veil
Of “I can always…”.
That phrase of procrastination
That causes little but consternation
Not to mention an inescapable frustration
Of pent-up plans and dashed dreams,
Of unextended hands and undiscovered streams.
We say we can “always” go and do later on
As if all will ever keep clicking along untroubled,
But, one must only take a cursory glance to know
Even craters eventually crumble and blow away, gone.
And so goes the unanswered thought bubbles.
Perhaps, this is what regret tastes of:
All bitterness and bile on my tongue.
Ah, but God in His infinite wisdom and eternal love
Cannot leave me dangling on that unproductive rung.
Instead, He sweeps the past like so much dust,
Guiding me gently to places of deeper trust.
Kindly agreeing in, “Yes, we cannot always….
At least, not here in this earthly suit, my child.
For, eventually, labors cease for each someday.
Time comes to examine the fruit,
To shed these cumbersome boots
And dance in the beautiful undefiled.
Free at last of decay
In that which will go on for always…”
Friends, in these hard times of various trials and heartbreak, may we rest ever in the knowing where there isn’t really any reliable “always” here on earth, there is one surpassing our wildest dreams in the life beyond. May we live for Him here to the fullest each day while looking forward to what is to come! Blessings and prayers! Thanks for reading! 🙂❤