Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The Stalker

I have never understood the mentality of the stalker.

- it hides behind anonymity
- it watches "in secret"
- it gets some sort of thr"ill"
- it judges itself clever beyond measure

. . . because no one knows it is watching.

Yeah, right - give me a break!

"Stalker" is just another name for "coward."

Monday, July 28, 2008

The Start of a New Life

Well - my dread has come to pass.

I have been diagnosed with diabetes.

I watched my father and my youngest brother struggle with this disease. Then my darling husband was diagnosed about 8 years ago and I have accompanied him over the hills and through the valleys on his journey.

Now it's my turn and I'm not so excited about beginning my own journey. But I must. I know that I am starting from a good place because in the last four months I have begun exercising and dieting - my weight is down 25 1/2 pounds. My doctor assured me that I can most likely control it with diet, exercise and weight loss - so I just need to continue on my current routine.

I will be meeting with a diabetic nutritionist to learn how I can care for myself. You'd think that having a husband with the disease would have prepared me for what I will be facing. But, now that I know it's MY disease also, I feel like a new babe.

I'm scared. I have a lot of life left to live, a lot of loving left to do. I guess that means I better get on with the gettin on, huh?

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Live and Love Courageously

"Is he alone who has courage on his right hand and faith on his left hand?" Charles Lindbergh

I'm not sure I can explain why this quote means so much to me because I often have difficulty expressing myself when something is so deeply personal to me. But I will try . . . because Lora asked.

I choose to live my life courageously - with huge abandon, with no fear - because so much has been given to me, because my life has been SO blessed.

I put it all out there.

To do otherwise would be to deny the blessings God has bestowed upon me.

To do otherwise would be to deny the value of the sacrifices my father and mother made so that I could BE.

God gave His only Son to die so that my sins would be forgiven, so that I might one day be with Him in heaven. If He could do that, who am I to deny His gift?

My father, and many others, fought to preserve the freedom of these great states. If they could do that, who am I to deny their sacrifices?

I pray that the way I live my life finds some merit in the eyes of God.

And I pray that when I stand before Him on my final day, I can do so with courage.