Life Today–Full and Empty

I’ve often held, when the tragic occurs, God’s heart is the first to break. I also hold with Hemingway who maintained “the world breaks everyone, but then, some get strong in the broken places.”

Coursing through today brought more grief than relief. But. First, the relief, for this is Relief Friday for my family. My stepson, Jason, is improving! Yeah! He’s been transferred from the Intermediate Care at Seton Hospital to Cornerstone Hospital, only a few Austin blocks away. A good next-rehab-step. Yeah!

He is improving. Still there is wounding on his backside, giving “pain in the butt” a reality and not a metaphor. That has happened because of the time on his back following his January 7 surgery.

He can rub his nose and scratch his chin…with both hands! Yeah! The respiratory therapist has said she’s about ready to shift his #8 trach to a #6, and then put in a valve so we won’t have to only read Jason’s lips to communicate. Yeah!

Yes, there are miles to walk. But, Diane has been better than fabulous as a mother—actually an angel impersonating a human being [just like some of you who have graced my life]. We feel so much better.

Two pastors from our church have visited…ah, pastoral presence makes a difference. Yeah!

In all that I’m not cocooned to the world. The 17 dead in Florida…worse than horrific. What I appreciate more than anything are two comments. One a mother, whose 14-year old daughter was killed, screaming about her pain and asking for something to be done! Then one of the surviving students asking how President Trump would feel if Barron were among the 17? That was more than probing, in my grasp; it was connecting and so very important.

Obviously you know I have no regard for our current national leadership. Vice-President Pence acts on what he believes Jesus say to him. Give me a break…not that Jesus doesn’t speak. But, honestly, Vice-President Pence, I don’t believe Jesus smiles or even nods any approval to require anyone who discovers their sexual orientation is homosexual, he or she NEEDS to go to conversion therapy. Are you kidding me?

And, as for our President, learning today the indictment of 13 Russians, the denial doesn’t work anymore. Changing the time-line about Porter doesn’t work anymore. And what I appreciate this is all no longer avoidable, no matter what the voice of the president is, Ms. Sanders, says. I wonder, in 15 years, what she’ll tell her children about the values they should hold? Does integrity and not blaming others all the time hold?

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About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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