As I look forward to this summer at the cabin I decided to repost a blog from the summer of 2012. It describes one of the many times God spoke to me through his breathtaking creation. I hope you enjoy pondering these points again – or perhaps for the first time…
I was sitting on the porch of our Colorado cabin looking out at the 14,000 ft peak of majestic Mount Princeton. After a hurried week of traveling, I could feel energy trickling back into my soul.
An extraordinary source of Power!
When we first arrived we discovered that all the recreation vehicles had dead batteries. I took them to a shop where the dealer said they should sit quietly on a shelf to accept a charge of “new life” if you will, from an external power source.
Now it was my turn to recharge -
Photograph of Michele after we climbed a mountain together in Colorado. This girl knows how to live Fully Alive!
As I opened my computer to write todays post, my eye was drawn to the most recent post of my dear friend, Michele Cushatt, who is fighting cancer. Here at the beginning of the new year, whether you are riding the crest of success or gasping for breath and seeking a ray of hope, this honest and courageous story will inspire you to keep fighting to live fully alive. I am convinced God wanted me to see this today and to share it with you!
I opened my eyes this morning.
I heard the soft breathing of the women I love.
I touched her cheek with my fingers.
I smelled fresh coffee brewing.
I tasted the sweet joy of God’s forgiveness.
His mercy and grace are new every morning. This was a new day and anything is possible.
Me and my Dad
Today I honor the Veteran I loved the most by remembering my Father’s last battle and his ultimate Victory. My Dad was a survivor of the Bataan Death March, the survivor of three and a half years as a prisoner of war, and the ulimate survivor of a five year battle with Alzheimer’s disease.
Several years ago a very public man suggested that those who face this last and most cruel battle are “Really not here.” At the time I was compelled to respond in rebuttal because to remain silent, would be a disservice to my family and my father. This adaptation of that post is not a rebuttal. It is my tribute to my dad. A man who suffered so profoundly for our freedom. Who deserved my respect and love even in his worst hours of suffering.
My dad admires my watch.
My dad went to heaven after suffering from Alzheimer’s for over five years. In the end he recognized no one, and could carry on no meaningful conversation. His every need had to be taken care of by others. He spent much time staring blankly into space. But he mattered.