An Advent Prayer for Healing

It seems as though we have been passing through a wilderness the past few weeks! We became disoriented as we tackled stretches of desert sand that had no clear paths to guide us. We enjoyed the refreshments and joys provided by an oasis of peace and rest along the way. I’ve wondered if Mary and Joseph may have felt this way as they carried the Infant Jesus to safety in Egypt. An Unclear Path: The scary time that Terry was so sick with the gallbladder episode. An Oasis of Joy: Terry has recovered wonderfully well. Yesterday, his surgeon pronounced him as discharged with no restrictions! Thankfully, naps in the recliner are not restricted! We are quite a pair! Both of us require several rest periods/naps each day so now we do the “Slow Shuffle” together! (Terry...

GIVE ME A WORD

In the beginning was the WORD, and the WORD was with God, and the WORD was God. John 1:1 A devotional that I read this week was entitled “Give Me A Word.” It told of inspirational writer Marjorie Holmes’ daughter who was fascinated by words from a very young age. “The little girl would ask, ‘Give me a bright word, Mother.’ And Marjorie would answer with a string of nouns and adjectives that described the word bright, ‘sunshine, golden, luminous, shiny, sparkling.’” (Coffee Break With God, page 136) Around the Coffman household for the past 2 weeks, the word has been “discombobulation.” A no frills summary: Terry, my chief cook, grocery-getter, master of the laundry room, my spill-cleaner-upper and newspaper & mail gatherer had surgery this past Monday to...

It Is Great to be Two!

“A good laugh is as good as a prayer sometimes.” L.M. Montgomery, author of Anne of Green Gables books, 1874-1942   The hospice nurse was here yesterday and my phosphorous level is very low now. This may account for some of the severe fatigue, shortness of breath, brain fog, etc. I’m waiting on an order from the doctor about how much to increase my medication. I’ve developed numbness in two fingers on my left hand due to one of the tumors pressing on my spinal cord which in turn is pressing on a nerve to my hand. I’m continuing to work on my book, Hands and Hearts—Making Prayer Visible. It is slow going since I have to rest a lot. A hospice volunteer is helping me once a week for a couple of hours—a BIG help! My “Dream Team,” is the best! These six people read...

Blessing One Another

It has been a rough few weeks. I have not gotten much done except fall out of one resting place into another. Very weak, worse brain fog than usual, some bone pain, yada yada. My phosphorous levels have done a 180 on me. The level is so high now that there is concern for kidney issues.  High normal for phos is 4.2 and mine is 15.4. All phos meds are stopped. More labs tomorrow. I never cease to be amazed at the wonder of our bodies—for good or for ill. I had a cataract removed on Monday and that went very well. I am excited to get new glasses soon. All the better to read you with, my dear! Terry is going to River’s Edge for a week for his consulting group retreat and to help with the estate sale at my Mom’s house next weekend. I will be staying with Heather and...

Bogged Down!

The Coffman and Daniels clans are feeling pretty bogged down these days! The dictionary says that a bog is “wet muddy ground too soft to hold a heavy body.” September has felt like that kind of month! Terry says our family is “snake bit!” Bog #1—AW, HAIL! There was a bad storm with baseball-sized hail with spikes that blew through on September 1st. At our home we had wind and rain. It hit Fuquay Varina in a three mile radius. At Heather’s home the hail totaled Chris’ car. Her van was badly damaged and won’t be repaired until mid-October. Chris’ mother was visiting them that afternoon and her car was totaled, too. They have to get another car for Chris to drive to work. The garage doors were damaged as was the roof on the house and workshop, several windows...

My Mother’s Death

  It is hard to believe that three weeks ago my dear sweet 92 year old mother had a heart attack followed by a stroke. She was airlifted from the rural hospital near where she lived to a larger facility. Mom was alert and her own sassy-self as the helicopter prepared to take off. The flight nurse asked her if she would like to be positioned so she could see out. “Of course,” she replied. “I don’t want to miss anything!” Mom died a week later on June 28. One or more of us (her five children) was with her day and night, along with our spouses and many of her grandchildren. We got back home to Fuquay-Varina last Monday night. I’m processing a little at a time or sometimes not at all. Taking some naps. Reading a book of meditations from a dear friend, Healing...