The Healing Son . . .

    Some days the fiery darts of the Adversary come at us in all directions seemingly at once. This entire week that has been the case with me. Spinning my wheels, meetings, appointments and obligations coming out of nowhere constantly since early Monday morning.

     Who needs this anyway? It really doesn't matter if anyone needs it or not, those challenging times overcome us but do not despair. 

     For one thing, it helps me to appreciate the days, weeks and wishfully thinking months at a time when things remain calm and no one or no thing ruffles my feathers. Perhaps it felt worse because I was already overwhelmed with various circumstances. The Golden Years. Hah! The only ones who gets the gold are the doctors, hospitals and pharmacies it seems. 

    But alas. This too, shall pass. Like a kidney stone perhaps, but it will pass. And then it will be something else on this journey called mortality. Regardless of the challenges and interruptions to our days there are always, always, always blessings to be counted. Look for them and never allow the irritations of life to blind you to them. 

      Without gratitude and the humble realization that without God I am nothing, have nothing and am capable of nothing, less becomes more. Contentment is not elusive although a nice little nap seems like an unattainable goal at times.

      Let me be clear, I have many, many more blesses than adversities. We all do when we catch our breath and recognize them. It's good to be tired. It's good to be busy. It's good to have challenges and face problems head on. It is the Lord who helps and inspires us to seek solutions to all of the above.

      Today my daughter came to help me go through some things now that I am downsizing. She's the perfect organizer and clutter buster. One of things I went through after she left was a box of mementos. You know, the usual assortment of notes, cards, letters, a few old photos, etc. Near the bottom of the box was this small card. . .  

      I'm not certain that you can make it out but it is from my Mom. She passed away last July and I still reach for the phone to call her every day. I miss her more than I ever imagined I would. Allow me to decipher the first few lines . . .
    Monday,

   "Good morning Sun shine. You always bring the Sun out for me, even when it's a cloudy, dreary day."

     She penned a few more personal things on the back of the card . . . it touched my heart. It brought calm and peace to my ruffled soul after a harrowing week. When we think that we are failing and flailing, please remember that you have touched someone along the way. Though Mom is gone, her words on this particular day were precisely the balm I needed to calm the child and allow the storm to rage. Jesus did that for each of us. 

      The Son shines through the significant and insignificant irritations of life. He is truly the healing balm. I love these little Godwinks and tender mercies. They are always there but when we slow down and truly recognize them, it is more than a Little Ray of Sonshine. 

      

We had two beautiful sunny days this week; not consecutively mind you, but they were so very welcome.