Death doesn’t sneak up on you with silent little cat steps; it pounces on you in the middle of the night with one great leap into your heart and head. Jacob may have wrestled with God, but I got to wrestle with Death.
Many of you have noted my absence or as my friend Steve called it “sudden lack of passion for this work.” Seemed like I needed a whole new set of friends – neurologist, cardiologist, ophthalmologist, ER nurse, hospitalist…and the list goes on.
For some time there I had a loss of vision – now isn’t that ironic-physically and spiritually. All focus was replaced with a floating rotating rainbow colored cube.
However, all life decisions so far for me have been made on emergency room beds. Stay or leave.
A sign appeared – a sign that said the work wasn’t finished and to stand up and fight. The work is not quite done here. Open our eyes, look reality squarely in the face, and make a difference. You have been called. Be the change you want to see in the world. Stand up and fight.
A very special thanks to all of you who have stopped by, prayed for me, brought me necessities and hope, and contributed while I was struggling. There are still miracles in this world.