I was thinking this morning while sipping
my cup of coffee - thinking about how God takes us down a path and shows us things.You just need to follow him, and you will see wonders you cannot imagine. So it put me to thinking I better get moving along the pebbled path, and through the woods before I get old and can't anymore. Saturday In the cancer treatment center I met a man named Al, and his wife Furella, they weren't too friendly at first, she was knitting and so was I. So, we knitted in silence making a polite comment or two about our knitting and such. Turns out Al's going to have a "Whipple" surgery come March 7, same one my twin brother had. My twin brother died. I didn't say a word about the turn out of my brother's surgery, although he lived 5 years after, and had a good sheep hunt in Nevada by himself, something he wanted to do. But God had given me the experience so I could feel compassion for this man and his care taking wife. I will pray for him, pray for them. And we also met Joe, who had lost an eye to Melanoma cancer and was facing a long road of treatments. He was hopeful and walking his path bravely. Joe looked to be around 35. Bruce was able to tell him a joke about a cowboy with a glass eye. We all left that day with laughter in the hallways and in our hearts, and the sun was shining, a perfect blue sky. So all in all it was full of God's work. All we had to do was walk the path, hand in hand with God, helping each other along the way.
my cup of coffee - thinking about how God takes us down a path and shows us things.You just need to follow him, and you will see wonders you cannot imagine. So it put me to thinking I better get moving along the pebbled path, and through the woods before I get old and can't anymore. Saturday In the cancer treatment center I met a man named Al, and his wife Furella, they weren't too friendly at first, she was knitting and so was I. So, we knitted in silence making a polite comment or two about our knitting and such. Turns out Al's going to have a "Whipple" surgery come March 7, same one my twin brother had. My twin brother died. I didn't say a word about the turn out of my brother's surgery, although he lived 5 years after, and had a good sheep hunt in Nevada by himself, something he wanted to do. But God had given me the experience so I could feel compassion for this man and his care taking wife. I will pray for him, pray for them. And we also met Joe, who had lost an eye to Melanoma cancer and was facing a long road of treatments. He was hopeful and walking his path bravely. Joe looked to be around 35. Bruce was able to tell him a joke about a cowboy with a glass eye. We all left that day with laughter in the hallways and in our hearts, and the sun was shining, a perfect blue sky. So all in all it was full of God's work. All we had to do was walk the path, hand in hand with God, helping each other along the way.
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