January 18, 2007
When will I be seeing you again? It isnít that I am complaining or anything, but I grow impatient for our next visit. So much has happened since last we met, that I fear I cannot relate all of it before this coming Christmas.
I wonít dwell on our next encounter because I do have so much to be thankful for. My sister, Mary Beth, combs my hair each afternoon, as she allows me to touch her latest art creation. The interwoven textures feel so good to me. I can picture her artwork in my mind. Thank you for bringing my sister into my life, Lord. Her servant spirit is such a blessing to me.
Also, my foster mother makes sure that I am well fed and kept very clean. Mrs. Morton is a saint if there ever was one on this earth. She tells me colorful stories while she tends me. I can imagine the places of beauty she describes so vividly.
Lord, I donít know how I would go on without those you have sent to me on this earth. Before my accident, I took everything for granted. All the vivid sights, city sounds, and movement of my body were second nature to me and ignored for their value. Now that I am confined to this bed, I realize that all the art in everything was so overlooked by me. I guess it takes a big shock to make a person like me appreciate the wonders you have created. Before, I was so like Thomas in the Bible. Now I am like Job and a very humble Job at that. Forgive me Lord, if I seem to be impatient because of my circumstances. I know there are others in far worse situations than I.
But if I could ask for just a small thing, Lord, I would ask you to grant me a meeting with you again. It may be only in my dreams that I am able to see you in your entire splendor, but it eases the ache in my soul while I am here trapped in this bed. When we meet in my sleep, I feel your presence even more. I see your loving countenance smiling down on me. Your touch of love fills my spirit and once again I am whole.
I have to go now Lord. Mrs. Morton says it is time for my Bible Studies with a group of girls from our church. They are so kind to come to my room and sit around my bed as we study Your Word. They have come here since my accident so long ago and have come each and every Tuesday afternoon when their regular school classes are finished. You have given me true friends on this earth, my Father. Thank you for that too.
Oh by the way, Lord, I overheard Dr. Silverton telling Mrs. Morton, that my days here grow shorter. He said my heart and lungs grow very weak since I have no movement left to exercise on my own. I heard tears in Mrs. Mortonís voice when she mentioned her sadness for my condition. They donít know, do they Lord? They donít understand that everyday, my blessings are many here and the beauty of my earthly existence is not just in art one could view at a museum. It is all of what You are in my life as those nearest to me serve you in their Christlike ways. They donít know that You are with me always, my comforter, as I see loveliness in everything from the sound of their voices to their deep compassion for me. I do not dread dying and know that it will create freedom for me to be totally with you in the most beautiful place, completely unfettered by my disabilities. My heart is aware that everything I, or anyone caring for me, can do here is showing love for You. As my purpose concludes here on this earth, I fear no evil, for I know that You are guiding me with Your gentleness. You are my rock and shield against anything that makes me fearful. I love you Lord.
See you in my dreams tonight.
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