* Each Tear is a Prayer

I’ve shed a lot of tears over the years because well, I’m a crier. I still am not sure if that is a good thing or not but I can tell you that when somethings happens that stirs my emotions, I will probably shed a few tears or at least get a little misty eyed. Whenever we watched a movie or even a touching commercial (Hallmark you get me every time) as a family, my boys would always look over at me and say “tear check” because they knew I would be crying. For me, tears just provide that release of emotions that I need at the moment.

Over the last few days I have been shedding a lot of tears due to the dire circumstances being faced by many of our communities here in North Carolina. The little town where my son lives has been forever changed by the destruction caused by Hurricane Florence. The damage will take years to restore and peoples’ daily lives will be disrupted for a very long time. My Mama’s little rural community was entirely covered by flood waters for yet a second time in 19 years. My brother and his wife lost all their belongings in the flood. These are my friends and family. So yes, I’ve shed many tears from just shear heartbreak this past week.

During the days, weeks and months after my cancer diagnosis, it was hard to verbalize what I was feeling. My emotions ran high due to fear, frustration and exhaustion. Again, I shed lots of tears. I cried out to God many times through my tears not even knowing what to say or how to ask for help. My tears were my words.

Someone once told me that each tear is a prayer. If that’s the case, I sure have offered up a lot of prayers. It does give me encouragement and hope though that even when I cannot understand my situation it is okay because God does. He sees my tears and He listens to my heart. He understands my needs even when I cannot. So, go ahead and cry. Shed those tears and offer up those tiny prayers for yourself and others who are hurting. God is listening.

Blessings, Cindy J

* Running on Grace

 I love to run. Just putting on my running shoes, stretching and hitting the pavement is simply joy. People who are not runners don’t understand the euphoria that running produces. I think it’s a combination of pain in the process and success at completion that makes it so fulfilling. I especially like to run along scenic routes near the water. This brings an added measure of peacefulness to a good run. Lately due to problems with my feet and hip, I have not been able to run. I have resorted to brisk walking, which I still enjoy, but it’s not quite the same as a good run.

One summer while visiting my son who lives in a small, lake front community, I decided to go for a morning run. Having been in his neighborhood before, I felt confident that I could maneuver my way around the lake for a nice two-mile run. After two turns, I was on Grace Road, one of the longest roads in the neighborhood. The weather was perfect, I’d hit my stride and was feeling pretty good so I decided to extend my usual route for an even longer run. Before I knew it, I was lost. I had no idea where I was or how to get back to his house. I just kept thinking in my mind that if I could just get back to Grace Road then I would be able to find my way back home. After many twists and turns, I finally did successfully return to his house having learned an important lesson. When I started out I knew where I was going and I had a plan. When I deviated from that plan, that’s when the trouble began. It was because of “Grace” that I was able to finally find my way.

Isn’t that what our lives are like so many times? We talk to God, we have a plan and then we decide to take a detour of our own design. Sometimes we get hopelessly lost and afraid thinking we will never find our way out of the mess we’ve made. Guess what? We won’t, but God will. It is because of His grace that we return to where we belong. We definitely don’t deserve it, but it’s always there. Just like Grace Road was there waiting for me to find the way back home, God’s grace is always available if we choose to seek it.

So, I encourage you to get out there and move. Whether you walk, stroll, jog or run it doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you take care of your body by being active and let God take care of the rest. His grace is sufficient for our needs.

Blessings, Cindy J.

 

 

 

* Overcast

Today is one of those days; dreary and overcast. It makes you just want to hide away and be quiet and gray just like the weather. For those of us having battled cancer or a life-threatening disease it seems to be an indication of what our life has become if we choose to focus on the negatives of the disease. Brokenness, disfigurement, energy loss and fear just to name a few. It is easy to get lost in the grayness of what we are facing and stop noticing what is happening around us. It can be that way for anyone really when you get lost in the busyness and stress of living life.

However, have you ever noticed how on days like this that the Earth seems to take on a brilliance of color in contrast to the sky? When the sun is shining bright we tend to focus on it and how clearly we can see. Without the brilliance of the sun, everything else seems to say, “Look at me! See me! I’m here, too!”  These things have been there the whole time right in front of us but like most people we just want to see the brightest and best life has to offer.

Maybe an overcast day is just God’s way of showing us that even in the gloominess of the gray, there is beauty. It is up to us to decide what our focus will be. Will we choose to see only the gloom and dread of our circumstances or will we look for the beauty in the things and the people around us? Let me encourage you to look for the goodness in this season of your life. Before you know it, the sun will be shining again but your life will be forever enriched by the beauty you found in the overcast.

Blessings, Cindy J

* Pruning

In order to help them be their very best, trees, bushes and flowers need to be pruned. I have agonized so many times over whether or not to prune a plant wondering if it was the right time of year, how much I should cut back or even sometimes whether or not I should just leave it alone. However, when I read all the gardening manuals and listen to what the experts say, the answer is clear. You must prune to make the most of your plants beauty and to stimulate growth.

After I have found the appropriate time and cut back much more than I ever thought necessary, I am always amazed and pleased with the results. The following year the plant comes back stronger, fuller and more beautiful than before. I am always glad I took the time to care for the plant and loved it enough to prune away the dead branches and unruly growth. The plant always ends up looking better than ever and is ready for new growth.

The whole concept of pruning started me thinking about how God can use circumstances in our lives to do a little pruning Himself.  Having been through the ins and outs of cancer treatment, I discovered that there were things in my life that needing cutting away along with the cancer that was growing in my body. God helped me to see that all those little things I spent so much time worrying about didn’t really matter. All the “stuff” I thought I needed didn’t really matter, either. What about my timelines, schedule and to do list? Nope! All of that was gently pruned away and I was left with what really mattered; my relationship with Him and the people in my life.

I’ve made it through this time of trial and hardship. By allowing God to use my circumstances and prune away the unnecessary things in my life, I am now stronger, happier and more focused on the true joys of life. I could have let all those things stay, bogging down my life and making me become bitter and angry about my disease but I didn’t. I chose to open up to the things God wanted to teach me and let his healing hand prune away the dead branches. I feel like my plants; I am better than ever and ready for whatever new God has in store for my life.

Blessings, Cindy J

* Birthday Friends

I just recently celebrated my 61st birthday! Yes, I know that most women “my age” don’t usually go around sharing that information but I am very proud and happy to have yet another birthday. One of the joys of my special day is that I share it with some very special people who were also born on July 9. I call them my “birthday friends”. Even if everyone else forgets me (and they don’t, thank goodness), I can always count on my birthday friends to send me a card or give me a call. They are a reliable group. One of my very closest friends just happens to be one of my birthday friends which makes the day even more special being able to share it with her.

These friends as a collective group have been through many trials in their lives. Each of us have faced either a major illness, loss of a spouse, natural disaster or life altering event. Yet, we have survived. Changed from the event perhaps but still here. At some point haven’t we all been asked to endure a challenge? As television host Robin Roberts mother said, “Everybody’s got something”. It’s important that we don’t forget that and treat each other with respect for whatever the “something” is another person has been through.

For me, having this group of birthday friends has made those struggles bearable because I know come July 9 they will all contact me as if to say “Hey, I’m still here. We made it another year!”. I do have many other friends in my life without whom I could not survive but knowing that my birthday friends are always out there rooting for me is comforting as well. Who are you special friends? Those of us who are lucky enough to have truly good friends are blessed indeed. Celebrate your friends whatever the bond you share.

Blessings, Cindy J

* Sunrise

One of my favorite places to experience the sunrise is on the beach. I will get up early just to be able to walk along by the ocean and watch the sun rise over the horizon. I stand there with a sense of anticipation then awe at the show God is performing right before me. The beauty of the colors and seeing the brilliant light of the sun emerge just never gets old.  Some sunrises are prettier than others. On rainy days or days with cloud cover, you don’t get to see that glorious first light. For me it’s comforting to know that even though I may not see the sun, it’s there just the same. Each sunrise is different and unique just as each day will be. Every single time I witness this miracle I am reminded that it is indeed a new day and that I get to start over with a clean slate. The sun will rise each morning. You can count on it with certainty.

There aren’t a lot of things you can count on with certainty in this life. We would like to think that people are always going to be here, that our health will always be good and that our life circumstances will always take a positive turn. Sadly, the people we love will one day leave us or we will leave them. Everyone dies. Some get to live long, full lives; others are taken away much too young. We try to be good stewards of our bodies and think that disease or illness will not come our way; but for some of us, it does. People lose their jobs and relationships end. Disasters like hurricanes and wildfires strike and we lose our worldly possessions. Yet even in the midst of all these things, the sun will still rise. We are promised yet again a new day and new possibilities. You can count on it.

Blessings, Cindy J.

* Words

I love words! I love to read them, write them, and listen to them. I am not good at spoken words unless I have carefully and thoughtfully planned them but I am good at the written word. I feel like it is a gift from God that I am supposed to share with others. That is one of the reasons I started this blog so that I could share some of the words I have written over the years. Writing has helped me to deal with issues I’ve faced. It is an outlet for emotions I didn’t feel like I could share with anyone. What I have learned though is that so many people have the same feelings and emotions and they want someone else to validate that their emotions are real. I hope that the words I share through this blog can do that for someone else.

Words like grandchildren, love and joy are happy words that people don’t usually mind sharing. Words like cancer, devastation and loneliness are not ones that people want to talk about. Words can be life changing in both positive and negative ways. Whatever you do, take time to share your words. Tell the people in your life that you love them. Talk about the things that make you fearful and keep you up at night. Write about your worries in a journal. Bottom line…share your words! Someone else might be waiting to hear or read the very thing that you have to say. I love words!

Blessings, Cindy J

* My Thumbprint

 

My thumbprint…at first glance, a small insignificant smudge on the surface. But it is MY thumbprint and unique in its’ design. No one else can ever leave a thumbprint like mine. Do I have a responsibility for the thumbprints I leave on the people I encounter or the places I go in my lifetime? Or I am just gathering their thumbprints and not giving back? How can I help people see what lies beneath that small, smudge and make my thumbprint count? 

I can share my love of words and literacy by continuing to share the joy of reading with children in my community as I did when I was working as an elementary school librarian. I can teach others to cherish the power of words and understand how these words influence lives. I can help them understand that they have a story to share because of their life experiences. My thumbprint can be significant in the world because I can help people see how to leave their own thumbprints.  I must guard my uniqueness as I gather the thumbprints of others and through my own thumbprint encourage others to embrace theirs.

Blessings, Cindy J

* My Personal 9-11

Everyone who witnessed the tragic events of September 11, 2001 remembers where they were, who they were with and how they reacted. It was a day you don’t forget.  A surreal day in American history. Two planes crashed into the Twin Towers in New York City killing thousands of people in a matter of minutes. How could something like this happen in the United States of America? Aren’t we a safe country? Don’t we have armed forces to protect us? Yes, we are and yes we do but it happened anyway. Fast forward to September 11, 2009, the day I now call my “Personal 9/11”. I was sitting in a surgeon’s office like so many of you have done just waiting on the news from my biopsy. He walked into the room, looked at me and said, “You have cancer and it’s not good”. Yes, I remember being in that office sitting on the exam table. Yes, I remember the look on my husband’s face when the doctor gave us the news. Yes, I remember my matter of fact reaction.  It is a day I will never forget.

Then the questions began, didn’t I do everything right? I ate right; I exercised; I prayed. I went to church and loved and served the Lord but it happened anyway. So now what? What am I supposed to do now that I have cancer?  How do I move forward from this day?

Moving forward means acknowledging the event. It’s easy to say, “I have cancer” but not so easy to actually experience it. Experiencing it meant losing my hair. It meant learning to wear a wig and scarves to cover my bald head. That was reality just like traveling to New York to see the 9/11 Memorial and seeing all those names. Saying it happened was one thing but actually seeing and experiencing where it happened was reality.

So many other experiences come with this cancer journey. Feeling like your body can’t move another inch because the chemo is doing its work killing off all your cells, good and bad. Feeling the love of your family and friends who bring you dinner, beautiful hats and words of encouragement to get you through some of the tough days. Understanding that you will never be the same again. Reality is knowing cancer could one day take your life.

Cancer has changed me. It has brought fear. I am afraid it will grow in my body again and cause more pain. I am afraid this disease might one day kill me. Cancer is a frightening word. It is like a terrorist; always out there, poised and ready to strike. The question is, will I allow this disease to positively or negatively impact my life? In the aftermath of 9/11, people supported each other and worked together. They had pride in our country and wanted to fight against the people responsible for this devastation. I want to do the same with my life. I want to help people who have been diagnosed with breast cancer navigate the ins and outs of this disease that care providers don’t understand or tell you about. I want them to understand they don’t have to go it alone and there is support available. I will continue to fight for services to improve the quality of life for cancer patients undergoing treatments. I can make this bad experience a good thing by serving others.

So, where do we go from here? We can’t forget what has happened to us but we can become more vigilant about our health. We can do the things we always wanted to do but have put off until we have the time. We can spend more time with the people we love. We cannot forget what brought us to this point but we CAN keep on living our lives to the fullest EVERY day. So, we press on with life.

Blessings,  Cindy J.

* Keep Walking

Each day I put one foot in front of the other and I keep walking. There are many unseen hands that steady my feet. Where will my feet take me? Who will see my face and hear my voice? It is my hope that if you are reading this blog that the words I share will help you to see that adverse things can happen in your life, like cancer, but that the lessons we learn from those things are what make us the people we are intended to be in this life. So keep walking and keep reading as I share the lessons I have learned in this journey.

Blessings, Cindy J.