I ended my recollections of that morning by recounting my feelings of physical disconnect and spiritual connection on an indescribable level.
The music that spilled out [from Heaven] and encompassed me is unlike anything I had ever heard, heard with the ear, yet experienced with the whole being, tasted, touched, smelled, pure joy!
How disappointing to find I was still earth-bound...
I am now home from my appointment and ready to share more thoughts.
|At 23andMe research study, in partnership with Renown, today,|
Front of the hat I'm wearing, since I was trying to juggle the camera at a weird angle for a selfie:
I have been feeling rather ambiguous about my future. Year Six???
There isn't supposed to be a year six! There wasn't to be a year five either...
Yes, Kathy, I know. NONE of us know what our futures hold.
This just feels different. I struggled with it last year. I've struggled again with this landmark too. When you are living days that medically "shouldn't be," it's just bizarre!
This morning, God comforted me with the reminder that all the days ordained for me were written in His book before even one of them came to be (see Psalm 139). My days, those blank, unscripted times that seemed so overwhelmingly uncharted, peninsular, this "borrowed time," really isn't borrowed after all.
I entitled this post Living Scary Brave, because I was thinking this morning about how some days just are plain scary. It almost aches (not physically, I'm talking heartache here) simply to keep breathing. I felt that way this morning.
People often tell me I'm "so brave." I'm not. What choice do I have but to keep living this life?
This morning the phrase "Scary Brave" resounded with me. To make the choice to "be brave" even on the scariest of days. October 25 will likely always be a scary day for me. By God's grace, I pray it can also be an equally brave season.