Saturday, September 15, 2012

Good Day!

It's Saturday...part of me says "finally!", part of me says, "already?"  With cancer treatments we categorize my days (and weeks) as good or bad.  The good days are the days when I feel almost normal.  I stay out of the bed most of the day, I can work on my different craft projects and even go a few places.  Bad days are, of course, bad.

I'm coming out of a bad week.  Thankfully, if the past is any indication, I should have a good week before it gets bad again.  I literally live for the good weeks.  I woke up this morning, fixed a cup of coffee and headed out to the deck.  I knew my rough week was coming to a close.  I enjoyed the feel of autumn, the chirping of birds and the babbling fountain behind our house.  Yes, yes indeed, it is going to be a good day.


I love a project, especially one that needs to be completed by a certain time.  I guess I work better under pressure.  I'm helping a friend knit warm hats for homeless men at the Jimmie Hale Mission.  The  goal is to be finished before it gets cold....genius, right!

My bad weeks get me behind on my knitting, so today I am ready to get back to it!

This is a picture of my craft desk.  See those hats?  Those are the ones I've made.  See all that yarn?  Those are hat embryos.  They are just waiting for me to grab 'em up and start knitting!

Memory vs. Motivation

I have never had a great memory and all the chemo that has been pumped in me hasn't helped.  But I had something happen this week that made me wonder if I use my mediocre memory as an excuse when it comes to scripture memorization.  I had been sleeping most of the day and really didn't know the day, time or much of anything else.  I rose up on one elbow to see the TV.  I immediately thought, "that's Monica Quartermaine from General Hospital."  I have not watched a soap opera in years and haven't watched General Hospital since high school.  Why is it that I can remember a fictitious person but struggle with learning scripture?  Am I lacking motivation?  I want to change that...will you join me?

Psalm 34 has been on my heart so I am starting there.  I will start with the first three verses.  If you are willing to join me, please let me know if you are memorizing Psalm 34: 1-3 or another verse that speaks to you.  You can post in the comment section below or send me a private message.  I can't wait to hear from you!

Monday, September 10, 2012

First Dance

Today was a treatment day and that means I spend most of the day laying the treatment chair, on the couch and then to the bed.  While I was resting I started looking at pics on Facebook.  I found this one...

This is one of my all time favorite pictures!  There are so many reasons why I love this picture.

1.  For the first time caught on film it appears that my man's hair has more gray than mine.  However, my hair is a synthetic wig chosen especially for the even matches my dress!

2. Finally, a picture that doesn't show my wrinkles, double-chin or fat cheeks!

3. It was taken on our daughter's wedding day on the dance floor during the reception.

4. It's the first time he ever asked me to dance!  Yeah, you read that right - we started dating when I was 16 and well, that was a long time ago!  We've danced before, but only after I asked him.

This unasked question was a sensitive spot with me.  It would make me mad that he never wanted to dance with me.  Of course, I knew it wasn't just with me.  Steve doesn't like to dance, but that didn't stop me from being mad!

All of those times of begrudging my husband melted away while we were on that dance floor.  The dance was made sweeter because of his timing.  He didn't ask me to dance at a night club or an office party or even a New Year's Eve party.  He asked me to dance on our daughter's wedding day.

The delay in asking it made it all the more sweeter.  That's the way life with God is sometimes.  We want what we want and when we want it.  But when we wait on God, his timing makes it all the sweeter.

We have both learned a lot of lessons in the past few years.  Lessons about ourselves, each other and God's love for us.  We've learned how to appreciate moments as they come.  We've never discussed this dance and we don't have to, I think the picture says it all.