Yesterday, I described the overwhelming feeling I was experiencing as “coming out of my cave”. After my surgery, we made comfort changes to my bedroom. Cable TV, new laptop, lazyboy chair, bed tray, memory foam mattress were items added to enhance comfort. I spent most of my day there, sometimes calling it the “command post”. This was a great way to manage my physical limitations but there were days this was a good place to “hide out”. In "The Shack" a novel by William Young, “The Shack” is a metaphor for the place you get stuck, hurt or where hurt is centered. I wonder if I am feeling the need to leave “my shack”? I have isolated myself from people, places and things, feeling I could not cope. I needed a shelter. I needed a place to be alone with God. The Prophet Elijah found a cave, Old Moses climbed a mountain to be at a place so that they could hear the voice of God.
For me, I spent hours with the Lord in the Lazyboy.
Then, finally, there came
a gentle whisper, the Lord's "still, small voice," and He said: "Go back the way you came...
and serve Me again."
And Elijah did.
(1 Kings 19)
For me, I spent hours with the Lord in the Lazyboy.
Then, finally, there came
a gentle whisper, the Lord's "still, small voice," and He said: "Go back the way you came...
and serve Me again."
And Elijah did.
(1 Kings 19)
Dodi-
ReplyDeleteYou continue to show me the way.
I like your new blog name. I love your new picture - your hair looks great! I like that you have embraced the new you.
First, congratulations on finishing treatment - you are a champ!
I apologize for not being there for you on Tuesday . . . I took a steep decline for 2 weeks after my last chemo. Yesterday, they wanted to re-admit me to the hospital. I have been fighting a severe upper respiratory infection, and having a compromised immune system due to chemo has not helped. Luckily, an infusion of antibiotics, and other things turned me around and the doctors finally let me go home after being at the Cancer Center until 8pm. It was a scare. I really thought that if they admitted me, that I'd never go home.
I remember at the beginning of the diagnosis, I had so many questions and wavered back and forth many times - where I would go, how would I end up. Now, that I have completed treatment, I have clarity on everything - it's not about me - it's like you quoted from the bible - it's what we can do for others. What is important is crystal clear.
All the best,
Jane
You weren't in the cave alone.
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