Being Ill Gracefully
A loving mother and caring teachers taught me to move with grace and poise while loving and being loved.
My work and fellow workers taught me the value of cooperation and mutual respect as well as the joy of meaningful productivity.
My faith in Jesus and our loving Father taught me to smell the roses and to pause to see the sunset as the world passes hurriedly by.
Reaching maturity taught me the joy of assisting others without concern for reward.
My children taught me tenderness and fulfillment. And extend my own existence.
Every experience has aided my growth while providing adequate challenge.
That is, until my current assignment; with all I have learned, the skills developed and friendships acquired, I was unprepared to be in a helpless state.
My lack of mobility is so severe that all plans are suspended, and I am dependent on others to make it through the day.
My friends, my lovely daughters and others near and far are praying for my recovery.
Today, it dawned on me that I should look beyond my present distress and ask God to show me more clearly what my assignment is after the roof has been opened and he in a gentle voice tells me to “take up my bed and walk,” at the same time assuring me that all my sins are forgiven. Then I can say, “Here I am Lord. Send me.”
~ By Charles for Kay Miller.