Well, it's been over a week since I've had the opportunity to spill my guts in more than a few paragraphs, painstakingly poked out on my cell phone keyboard. So, since I have this nice, big keyboard and relatively gi-normous monitor, I'm going to take this opportunity to stretch my rhetorical legs a bit -- if you'll indulge me. (Or, even if you won't.)

 

This past week was quite a trip. It started in such a frightening way. I was rushed to the hospital from my doctor's office and directly admitted. After surgery on the following day, things turned into more of a low-key, endurance test.

 

I try to learn something from every struggle that comes along. I think, sometimes, this is how God gets our attention. Taking something meaningful from utter chaos, makes life seem logical and manageable. But sometimes the search for a strand of meaning is futile, and we just become frustrated, depressed and distant from any sort of faith in a higher order. In thise cases, you just have to hold on to your faith.

 

So, I've spent this week trying to make sense of my circumstances -- both now, and over time. Many of you know (because of my windy ways) about things I've struggled with over the past year or so; so I won't go into all that. This one, however, came as quite a shock, and really made me struggle to find that elusive bit of meaning.

 

What I've decided is that God is trying his best to get my attention. He tried once, a few weeks ago, with a one night hospital stay. Admittedly, I shrugged it off as dumb luck. It was a couple days after I'd marked 10 years of hospital-free living; so the significance should have been obvious.

 

I think we all have a reason to be here. We all have a purpose to serve in the grand plan. If we ignore that purpose -- whatever we believe it to be -- how can we live fulfilled lives? And if you're a person of faith, you have to believe that you can't please God if you're not heeding his gentle call. And maybe that's why he sends us a little push now and then: to get us off our tuckus.

 

I think this explains what happened to me this past week. I'm pretty sure what I have to do...and have procrastinated terribly in getting it done. For that matter, I haven't gotten much of anything done. So God decided to abandon the gantle tap on the shoulder, and opted instead for the not-so-gentle kick in the tail. I need to get busy, re-focus on what matters and get things done. I'm going to try. Hopefully, no further "reminders" will be necessary. If you have something you know needs to get done or something you want to accomplish...just get to it. Our time is precious: we need to make the best of it. Don't wait to fulfiill your destiny or chase your dream.

 

I'll just close up this little philosophical tirade by saying, again, how much I appreciate the support I've gotten from so many of you. Both the well wishes and prayers I've been given here and those on Carepages.com have helped make the long days of waiting and worry go by a lot faster. There were a lot of names on the Carepages site that I didn't even recognize. I'm sure most of those were BGPers. You guys really are awesome. :thumb:

Edited June 12, 201016 yr by Birdsfan

Well, it's been over a week since I've had the opportunity to spill my guts in more than a few paragraphs, painstakingly poked out on my cell phone keyboard. So, since I have this nice, big keyboard and relatively gi-normous monitor, I'm going to take this opportunity to stretch my rhetorical legs a bit -- if you'll indulge me. (Or, even if you won't.)

 

This past week was quite a trip. It started in such a frightening way. I was rushed to the hospital from my doctor's office and directly admitted. After surgery on the following day, things turned into more of a low-key, endurance test.

 

I try to learn something from every struggle that comes along. I think, sometimes, this is how God gets our attention. Taking something meaningful from utter chaos, makes life seem logical and manageable. But sometimes the search for a strand of meaning is futile, and we just become frustrated, depressed and distant from any sort of faith in a higher order. In thise cases, you just have to hold on to your faith.

 

So, I've spent this week trying to make sense of my circumstances -- both now, and over time. Many of you know (because of my windy ways) about things I've struggled with over the past year or so; so I won't go into all that. This one, however, came as quite a shock, and really made me struggle to find that elusive bit of meaning.

 

What I've decided is that God is trying his best to get my attention. He tried once, a few weeks ago, with a one night hospital stay. Admittedly, I shrugged it off as dumb luck. It was a couple days after I'd marked 10 years of hospital-free living; so the significance should have been obvious.

 

I think we all have a reason to be here. We all have a purpose to serve in the grand plan. If we ignore that purpose -- whatever we believe it to be -- how can we live fulfilled lives? And if you're a person of faith, you have to believe that you can't please God if you're not heeding his gentle call. And maybe that's why he sends us a little push now and then: to get us off our tuckus.

 

I think this explains what happened to me this past week. I'm pretty sure what I have to do...and have procrastinated terribly in getting it done. For that matter, I haven't gotten much of anything done. So God decided to abandon the gantle tap on the shoulder, and opted instead for the not-so-gentle kick in the tail. I need to get busy, re-focus on what matters and get things done. I'm going to try. Hopefully, no further "reminders" will be necessary. If you have something you know needs to get done or something you want to accomplish...just get to it. Our time is precious: we need to make the best of it. Don't wait to fulfiill your destiny or chase your dream.

 

I'll just close up this little philosophical tirade by saying, again, how much I appreciate the support I've gotten from so many of you. Both the well wishes and prayers I've been given here and those on Carepages.com have helped make the long days of waiting and worry go by a lot faster. There were a lot of names on the Carepages site that I didn't even recognize. I'm sure most of those were BGPers. You guys really are awesome. :thumb:

 

Great outlook! I am so glad you turned this negative experience into a positive one! :thumb: