tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279581748168151640.post7443327633089454615..comments2023-06-02T11:13:36.459-04:00Comments on Our Journey to Healing: 50 HoursJravellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12319347501219773141noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279581748168151640.post-72967573330520776442007-12-08T11:49:00.000-05:002007-12-08T11:49:00.000-05:00I've included a poem in this post that I wrote soo...I've included a poem in this post that I wrote soon after I returned from a visit with you all in Alaska after Andrea's first round of chemo treatment was finished. I don't know if you remember me sending this a while ago. <BR/>As I was praying for Andrea I had the question "what the heck are you doing Lord" and this poem was part of an answer; it's still not fully answered though...<BR/><BR/> Always A<BR/><BR/>Small hands grip the big wheel. <BR/>Green Explorer, challenging a world of chaos.<BR/><BR/>Strappy sandals move on cobble stone streets,<BR/>Dodging cracks, cigarette butts and admiring looks.<BR/><BR/>Deliberate steps find the best <BR/>copper kettles, hereke rugs, warm simit, and gardens for chats. <BR/><BR/>I get lost on familiar roads. <BR/>As I long to hold on to green chilli dinners and overnight trains to Istanbul. <BR/><BR/>Finding my way through<BR/>Open doors where scented candles and slender glasses wait on marble tables.<BR/><BR/>Searing questions with obvious answers.<BR/>“Are you the Lord?” Laughing so much as I take too long to answer “NO”!<BR/><BR/>Tell me your dream and I'll tell you what it means...<BR/>You go to Alaska, and then you get cancer, and your favorite porcelain cracks in two places, and your sons tower over you with impossible questions, and the nights last way too long, and you feel weak, and I find I'm getting lost on unfamiliar roads...<BR/> <BR/>Ask me now, “Are you the Lord?” <BR/>I'm not laughing but afraid. I've forgotten the answer is still “NO”. <BR/><BR/>And I'm telling Him what to do and when it's enough.<BR/>That it's time to go back to savory meals, train rides to Istanbul and easy conversation.<BR/> <BR/>You remind me again, <BR/>Through happy hairless photos, blue linen dresses and honest words. <BR/><BR/>That He Is. And it's always been true.<BR/>As you sign another letter, <BR/>Always A.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279581748168151640.post-10518261955510604392007-12-08T11:07:00.000-05:002007-12-08T11:07:00.000-05:00Jim,I think the human part of Jesus must have had ...Jim,<BR/><BR/>I think the human part of Jesus must have had all the feelings and emotions that you and all of us are experiencing through this. I’ve wondered if Jesus also believed that in the last hour, the last moment, that the Father would, indeed, produce another way. Much like God did when sparing Isaac after Abraham exhibited his willingness to obey God and sacrifice Isaac. I've often wondered what all Jesus might have been feeling and thinking in that moment when He cried out from the cross, "Father, why hast Thou forsaken Me?" He must have felt totally forsaken by God to have said that. I’ve wondered if that was the moment He realized that God was not going to produce another way, and that, in fact, He, His blood, was going to be sacrificed. I know this does not comfort any of us during our moments of anguish over Andrea's suffering, but I’m reminded that the Father DID ANSWER the Son's plea to remove this cup of death from Him. God DID SAVE Jesus from death: just not by keeping Him from dying.<BR/><BR/>Hopefully, prayerfully, He will answer our pleas to deliver Andrea from this cancer, this pneumonia, this terribly weakened human state with total, absolute healing of every cell in her body. “Father, glorify Thy Son’s name, Jesus Christ, in Andrea’s healing!” <BR/><BR/>My thoughts and prayers are with you all.<BR/><BR/>SherryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com