Traded Places

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A Story, Poetry
They have traded places.

One year ago, my heart
was sad at the core
and only happy finely laced the edges.

Today, sad and happy
have traded places.

Her way was 
soft
and gentle
and kind.
Her strength was
faith
and grace.

Her smile invited you in
while sincere words 
asked you to stay.

And as we prayed for her,
For us,
she also had God-words
to say.

Influence
is a strong drink.
She poured me 
enough to fill jar
after jar,
from which I still gulp today.

An ode to Jenny
I write on June’s fifth day,
Because I know she
is one of God’s precious children
who
helped lead The Way.


I realized today’s date yesterday. 

We had sultry summer heat interrupted by storms and rain. Healing rain. I remembered that the same weather wonder had happened last year. Same day. Same time. No, I didn’t recall because I am some weather-watcher-rememberer. History was brought to mind and heart because this day last year, upon hearing the news of my friend’s passing, I cried. Of course. 

And then I ran into the rainy storm. And I touched the Healing Rain. I turned my face upward. There is nothing akin to summer rain falling in splats upon an eager face. A face eager to feel God healing a broken heart. So, in last night’s rain storm, my son and I stood on the back deck, faces upturned, my arms outstretched, and we joyfully took the rain onto our faces. And into our hearts.

May God continue to richly bless and heal the hearts of those touched by Jenny.

One of my favorite posts of Mangy Moose is worth a read… Such a simple act of love.

Today, one of my daily devotional readings is below. How amazing is our God to know just what I need to read each and every single day?!


“You have a God who hears you, the power of love behind you, the Holy Spirit within you, and all of heaven ahead of you. If you have the Shepherd, you have grace for every sin, direction for every turn, a candle for every corner, and an anchor for every storm.”
~ Max Lucado in Traveling Light as printed in The Beauty of God’s Blessings: 365 Days of Inspiration for Women; June 5, p. 174.


THURSDAY, JUNE 05, 2008

Heaven Can’t Wait


February 12, 1974 — June 5, 2008


I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day — 2 Timothy 4:7-8

Home with the Lord, surely she would encourage each of you to Live Well, Laugh Often and Love Much!

Thank you for your prayers and kind words of encouragement and support throughout this journey. — The Family of Mangy Moose

As a post script, I do believe that we have choices and options to treating and/or healing cancer. These are seemingly simple choices and options not always given my the mainstream medical profession. Please, if you or anyone you know is battling to regain or maintain your health, take some precious time to explore your options. Here is a link to my other blog Simple Raw Health and a post I recently wrote about cancer. 
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3 thoughts on “Traded Places”

  1. "only happy finely laced the edges" is a fine e. e. cummings kind of line.I love rain, too. We are always happy when it rains in Texas.

  2. thank you for your comment on my blog.i added your address to my listing so that i can continue to visit your posts.that was quite the rain and wind…and even lightning and thunder. it was good to hear of how it reminded you of your friend.

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