Not Quite Finished

In my last post I had a lot of feedback – a few people sent me some things that were contrasting, but in a good way. I realized that I did not write the post clearly so I am now writing this to clarify what I intended to say….

“If I’m not meant to have it, Lord, please remove the desire from my heart to want my voice back, and help me to find peace in its absence. The peace of knowing that even if things don’t go the way I planned, they will always go the way that you intended. You know what I can do for you in my present state. Grace is when you give me good things that I don’t deserve. Mercy is when you spare me from bad things I deserve. Blessings are when you are generous with both. I have confidence in your plan for my life and I’ve been soooooo blessed by you in my entire life. You have used me in multiple ways over the seven and a half decades of my life and I am grateful for your mercy and grace. Let me be of use to you for the remaining years of my life so you can get the glory that you deserve.”

Getting old is by far the hardest thing you will do in this life. We get weak, disabled, forget things, and become aware we’re dying. But I have no fear, because when this life ends, a new one begins. My mind and body will be made anew, and I will meet Jesus face to face. We just came from my surgeon that replaced my ankle and he told us that everything was great and that I could start walking in normal shoes now. That is amazing because it usually takes 10-12 weeks for that affirmation to be made. I am just entering my 6th week. That is God’s grace. Something that I don’t deserve but He bestowed it to me. I still have a lot of physical therapy to do, but I am delighted by His grace.

God is my Savior, my Master, my Lord, my grace giver, my health carer…my everything. I’m so blessed…