|Still Alive in December!|
The other day I visited a friend who is staying a spell in an assisted living unit. I looked at my friend’s lovely face – so glad to see her. She is younger than I am – but her body is not cooperating with her heart’s desire to be active, enjoying her husband and children – taking in all the good things that Dallas offers, and contributing her talents to helping others.
Her mother, adjusting to her own limitations, came by to say hello – and it was a lovely, bittersweet moment – a tiny peek into how two brave women are supporting each other in ways they could never have imagined – sadness illuminating sweetness – the most tender gesture unable to soothe what MS and age wrecks.
Life doesn't always follow the script we might write – but wise women won’t let its orneriness back us into dark scary corners – that’s what my friend and her mom showed me.
· Oh, my friend, it's not what they take away from you that counts. It's what you do with what you have left. ~Hubert Humphrey
· If you have nothing to be grateful for check your pulse. ~Author Unknown
· Those who sow in tears shall reap with shouts of joy. Psalm 126:5
· Lord, I believe; help Thou my unbelief. (Mark 9:24)