Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I Wish I Had 100...
I was back in the second grade classroom yesterday and the students had a writing project. The title of the piece was "I Wish I Had 100..." . The students filled in the wish and wrote why they made that wish and what they would do with it. Many of the students wished for 100 dollars and then listed what they would buy with the money. My son wished for 100 pies. He really likes pie. Another wished for 100 of himself so he could do lots of things at once. One girl wished for the money, but wrote that she would use it to buy clothes and food for people who are poor. Made me wonder what I would wish for... 100 days on a tropical island with my family? 100 months of maid service? 100 years of a life lived well? What would you wish for?
Monday, February 9, 2009
Grace from Grief
It's amazing to me how God can make something good out of something terrible.
As I was waiting for an appointment this morning, I read a story about a young 25 year old man who was at his church when a couple began having a heated marital dispute. In the midst of trying to break up the altercation, he was shot and later died from complications resulting from the gunshot wounds. His parents, in their grief, decided to donate his organs. Because he was young and healthy, they were able to harvest and use five different organs for immediate transplant. In the bitter moments of one family's tragedy came immense joy to five other families - many awaiting certain death of their loved ones without those transplants. Several of the organ recipients attended the memorial service for the young man, overcome with both grief and gratitude. The heart recipient told of the young man's mother coming over to him and listening to his new heart - a living, breathing part of her son, now sustaining another man's life.
As I was driving home, I saw a man riding his bike down the road, full speed, an enormous smile on his face, with no legs. I'm sure he never anticipated his journey through life with no legs, but there he was training for a race nonetheless. He was making something wonderful from his tragedy and in doing so spread joy to a perfect stranger who saw his enthusiasm as he pedaled his wheelchair bike down the road with his hands.
There's nothing so terrible in life that God can't make something good come from it.
As I was waiting for an appointment this morning, I read a story about a young 25 year old man who was at his church when a couple began having a heated marital dispute. In the midst of trying to break up the altercation, he was shot and later died from complications resulting from the gunshot wounds. His parents, in their grief, decided to donate his organs. Because he was young and healthy, they were able to harvest and use five different organs for immediate transplant. In the bitter moments of one family's tragedy came immense joy to five other families - many awaiting certain death of their loved ones without those transplants. Several of the organ recipients attended the memorial service for the young man, overcome with both grief and gratitude. The heart recipient told of the young man's mother coming over to him and listening to his new heart - a living, breathing part of her son, now sustaining another man's life.
As I was driving home, I saw a man riding his bike down the road, full speed, an enormous smile on his face, with no legs. I'm sure he never anticipated his journey through life with no legs, but there he was training for a race nonetheless. He was making something wonderful from his tragedy and in doing so spread joy to a perfect stranger who saw his enthusiasm as he pedaled his wheelchair bike down the road with his hands.
There's nothing so terrible in life that God can't make something good come from it.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Grateful
Today, I am grateful.
I'm grateful that I am healthy enough to exercise. I have a friend who has such severe health problems that she never knows when she will be well enough to even leave the house, let alone exercise.
I'm grateful that I have the means to go grocery shopping for my family. I read in the newspaper about people lining up for hours for a free breakfast from Denny's. One woman said that after she paid her rent she only had $10 and used it to buy gas.
I'm grateful that my father is still alive and I can tell him that I love him. I have a cousin who wrote a beautiful tribute to her father to give to him on Father's Day. She didn't give it to him in time - he passed away and she used it as a tribute at his funeral. I love you, Dad.
I'm grateful that my husband is home. I have many, many friends whose husbands are serving overseas in dangerous military assignments. They worry every day about them. They are amazing examples of fortitude and faith - keeping their homes and families running alone.
I'm grateful that my children are growing and healthy. I have a friend with newborn, premature twins and was in the hospital with one all day yesterday. She is still worrying about him, unsure of his progress and condition. Her husband is gone, too.
I'm grateful that my heater works. It has been unseasonably cold where I live and I saw a man today walking the street, wrapped up as tightly as he could be against the bitter wind. I wondered if he had anywhere warm to sleep tonight.
I'm grateful that I can read. I have met two women from other countries who can neither read nor write English very well, living in America and raising families here.
I'm grateful for my sight. I have a friend who works at the Center for the Blind in my city who reminded me that if I think I'm having a hard time, I should go there. Those people understand what difficulties, and opportunities, really are.
I'm grateful that I can choose how to see, and be in the world.
Today, I am grateful.
I'm grateful that I am healthy enough to exercise. I have a friend who has such severe health problems that she never knows when she will be well enough to even leave the house, let alone exercise.
I'm grateful that I have the means to go grocery shopping for my family. I read in the newspaper about people lining up for hours for a free breakfast from Denny's. One woman said that after she paid her rent she only had $10 and used it to buy gas.
I'm grateful that my father is still alive and I can tell him that I love him. I have a cousin who wrote a beautiful tribute to her father to give to him on Father's Day. She didn't give it to him in time - he passed away and she used it as a tribute at his funeral. I love you, Dad.
I'm grateful that my husband is home. I have many, many friends whose husbands are serving overseas in dangerous military assignments. They worry every day about them. They are amazing examples of fortitude and faith - keeping their homes and families running alone.
I'm grateful that my children are growing and healthy. I have a friend with newborn, premature twins and was in the hospital with one all day yesterday. She is still worrying about him, unsure of his progress and condition. Her husband is gone, too.
I'm grateful that my heater works. It has been unseasonably cold where I live and I saw a man today walking the street, wrapped up as tightly as he could be against the bitter wind. I wondered if he had anywhere warm to sleep tonight.
I'm grateful that I can read. I have met two women from other countries who can neither read nor write English very well, living in America and raising families here.
I'm grateful for my sight. I have a friend who works at the Center for the Blind in my city who reminded me that if I think I'm having a hard time, I should go there. Those people understand what difficulties, and opportunities, really are.
I'm grateful that I can choose how to see, and be in the world.
Today, I am grateful.
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