Getting Out Of Bed

The date: February 21, 2018. The time: 7:45 a.m. Been up for a good while, the routine, feed our “kids,” Faith, Caleb and Copper. They await their walk, but the rain and getting colder temperatures may postpone that. Yep, Leander, Texas pushes freezing now and again. For sure I know it’s not August.

How about you? Up yet? Take on your day, maybe with gusto, maybe with straining. And maybe even with Carpe Diem. I bet everyone who reads this got up today. Everyone. And before yesterday one didn’t get out of bed since January 6.

But, we had a break-through yesterday with Jason. He’[s been in bed since January 7 when he had the hematoma removed from his cerebellum. YOU and the caps are intended, have appreciated having your “How is Jason?” questions answered. It was nip and tuck. Yes, it was a fierce battle between life and death. That’s unvarnished. But yesterday, he was helped, certainly. Nevertheless, he got up, sat in a chair and saw his future with convincing clarity. Sitting in a Chair. Sitting in a chair! SITTING IN A CHAIR!!

I wonder. How many people complained today about getting out of bed? Sure, maybe a tough agenda. Maybe difficulty at work. Maybe uncertainty in a big decision. I get it. But, I bet most if not all of us got out of bed and thought nothing of it. No big deal.

Jason now talks with clarity so we need not read his lips. There are moments of fussing he’s still in the hospital. He knows there is more rehab until returning to our home. But, when he fusses, I’m not sure, but my lean is that gives him resolve and energy. Yesterday was a case in point.

To that, a friend shared a note that put almost the best point of all…that we shouldn’t take for granted the normal things we do. To realize AT LEAST WE MAKE THEM.

I share what she wrote:

“Mark, You’ll like this – well, maybe. Was at a meeting one time. A woman/a mom had been complaining about her son and how he wasn’t listening to what she’d tell him to do and they’d argue up a storm, argue, argue, argue. Finally, I gently said, “But, you GET to argue with him.” She knew about my daughter, [fact is her daughter, her only child, was murdered] looked at me, did that little intake of breath (what I call it), looked at me. I smiled at her and she smiled back. Ah, good for Jason!”

Life pulses and I hope for each of us, when we got up this morning, we made it in good fashion and didn’t consider getting out of bed no big deal. Instead how about this, “Dear God, thank you for my rest. Thank you for loving me. Help me live with love and faithfulness and always be grateful for your blessings, including getting up this morning. Amen.”



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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