The Gift of Prayer


For many years, I considered myself an agnostic.  I had questioned the existence of God.  Several events in my life caused me to change that view.  Probably the biggest influence in my change of heart, is my BFF, Denise.  I’ve written about Denise several times here.

Denise and I have been close for 40+ years now.  I wrote sort of a tribute to her that you can see HERE.

When Denise was diagnosed with lung cancer, I wrote about her and her struggle HERE and asked for prayers.

Well, those prayers have been answered!  To a point.  Denise went to the hospital July 2nd to have a 2nd biopsy done on the spot in her lung.  It was supposed to be a day trip, meaning she would be home, tucked into her own bed by that night.  12 days later, she was finally allowed to go home!!

It turns out that the 1st biopsy was a botched job.  They collapsed her lung and left her hemorrhaging, bleeding into her own lung.  This was unknown until her 2nd biopsy.

Her 2nd biopsy was done at a different hospital, different doctor too.  During the 2nd biopsy they discovered the hemorrhage and tried to get a piece of the spot to biopsy.  Things didn’t go well.  I’ll cut the story short here.  It turns out, her lung collapsed 3 times during this visit.  Once was a Code Blue.  They couldn’t get the hole in her lung to seal up, it kept wanting to collapse.  The doctor then decided he needed to just go in and remove the spot in her lung.  During this process they also had to remove one of the lobes inside that lung.

It was about 5 more days before her lung closed up enough for them to send her home.

The whole process was horrifyingly scary for her, me and her kids.  She thought she was going to die.  Her kids thought she was going to die.  Everyone thought she was going to die.

When she came out of surgery, she was supposed to be in the ICU for several days.  She was there ONE night before they moved her to a regular room.  She was up and WALKING that next day as well.

LOTS of prayers were being said for this dear woman.  I firmly believe that God has had a hand in her recovery, that prayers were being answered.  To all of you that said prayers for my Dear Friend, THANK YOU.

Denise isn’t completely out of the woods yet.  They still need to test what they removed from her lung and give her a final determination.  Hopefully, they got it all and it’s a done deal.  So if you would please continue to keep Denise in your prayers, I would really appreciate it.

A final point that I would like to mention here.  Through Denise, I was given the gift of prayer. To behold it’s true power.  Even if you are not a “religious” person, (and believe me, I get that) I feel that if you simply put positive thoughts, wishes, feelings out into the universe, those positive things will come back to you in positive ways.  If you put negativity out, that’s what you get back.

How can I possibly thank someone that has given me the Gift of Prayer?

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson 

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

 

And so It Begins… — Mitch Teemley


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The Shell


There was a crack in the shell 
that I had built 
around myself 

It's a funny thing 
about shells

They not only keep 
the bad things out,  
they also keep 
the good things out

I could no longer 
stand on my own 

So I fell to my knees

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson

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Most People Are Good


I believe most people are good
And most mama’s oughta qualify for sainthood

Those are the first 2 lines in the chorus of the song Most People Are Good sung by Luke Bryan.  I listen to mostly C&W music these days.  Although my taste in music varies wildly.  Those 2 lines made me think.

I DO think that most people ARE good.  I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve.  I will trust and believe what you say until you prove that I cannot.  This is just the way that I’m wired.  I’ve TRIED to be more wary or cynical of people, but I just can’t do it.  My heart won’t let me.  I just believe that in general, most people ARE good.

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Denial


Who else could have pulled me to my feet?  Who else would possibly understand my depths of despair?  When all was darkness, you shed a light.  Though I would curse you for daring to bring the sunlight.

I stumbled down the trail but you lit my path. Yours was the hand on my shoulder when I sought comfort.  Yours were the whispered words of encouragement my heart felt when I cried out.

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Fate or Faith?


When I moved to Texas from Oregon, it was a hardest and most frightening decision I ever made in my life.  At 50-something years old, I was starting my life over again from scratch.  All I had that was guaranteed was a bed to sleep in at my brother’s house and faith.  Faith that I was making the right decision.

I’ve told a lot of people since I moved to Texas that “I’m meant to be here.”  My life has improved tremendously since my move from Oregon.  But it does make me wonder…

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What Scares Me


A fellow blogger here, Breathwords, has a Wonderful blog!  It’s filled with beautiful poetry and other amazing things.  Be sure to check it out.  The reason I bring up my new-found friend, is because of a recent revelation.  They say “write what scares you”.  I’ve done that a little bit, but I’ve always held back, not liking what was coming up on the page.

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N – Naivete


N – Naivete

Am I naïve?

I wear my heart on my sleeve, apparently.  I believe what someone tells me until they prove that I cannot believe.

I’m not stupid.  If someone told me that there were purple unicorns running down the street, I would love to see that, but no, I would not believe.

I cannot help myself.  I have been this way all my life.

I guess I believe that people are basically good.  I still like to think that there are more good people in this world than there are bad people.

With all the negativity in this world, with all the evil, death and destruction, I still believe in good.

Does this make me naive?  Or just foolish?

B – Belief


Faith

Hi all.  I know it’s been too long.  I need a kick start of some kind.  So this is my kick start.  I saw a writing prompt that challenged you to write every day for 26 days.  One day for each letter of the alphabet.  Well, this is my version of that challenge.  This is a bit on the personal side, but I needed to start somewhere!  

Belief

Meaning: Confidence, faith, trust.  An opinion or conviction.

I don’t normally listen to the Christian music stations.  But I was scanning through the radio stations one day recently, looking for something that sounded good.  Where I stopped had a light rock sound and I liked it.  I was mindlessly humming along, digging the music.  I realized after several songs that it was a Christian station.

I was surprised.  But I found myself returning to this station over and over again over the next few days.  I was enjoying the upbeat, positive tone of the music.

Then a song came on that hit me like a ton of bricks.  You know, that “aha moment”, or when the light bulb finally comes on?  This was like that.

I don’t know the name of the song; I’ve only heard it twice.  But the message was clear.  The line in the song that I DO remember that really hit home was this:  “Don’t hold on, just be held.”

What I have been doing most of my life, is trying to figure it out.  I’ve always questioned: why am I here?  What does the future hold for me?  Did I move to “X, Y or Z” for a reason?  If so, what??

Instead of just enjoying the ride, I questioned why I was on the Ferris wheel to begin with.

My belief is exactly where I should have turned for the answers.  Instead of “holding on” to the questions, I should have  let myself “be held”.

It’s ok to just let it go sometimes.  I know we need to help ourselves.  But there are times when we just need to let it go, be held and turn it over to a Higher Power.

Taking my own advice is not always easy.  But I’m going to try.  Starting this weekend, I am taking off on a little adventure.  It’s something I’ve never done before.  While doing this, I am going to be sure to take in the sights and sounds from the top of the Ferris wheel!