Welcome 2017…….

Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Isaiah 43:18-19a (NIV)

I’ve been trying for days to write a blog post. I wrote a really negative one at the end of 2016, listing all the things I was “sick and tired” of. After a good bit of soul searching, I have come to realize that the thing I was most “sick and tired” of was my attitude. Many friends had experienced unexpected loss, and those tragedies once again reminded me of the grief of losing Daniel.  But now a clean slate of new days, new weeks, new months, all under the control of a loving God, who will not leave me to face the bad things that life brings alone, stretches before me. So, I am attending the Survivors of Suicide group this evening, and this is my prayer as a new year begins.

Father God,

You know my tears, my fears, my regrets, and my future. You know the grief of a Son’s death. My understanding of your sacrifice is so much more personal now. Yet, how can I compare my loss to yours? Please forgive me. Help me forget the pain of “former things”, while remembering the love. Strengthen me to avoid dwelling on the past. Lead me to let YOU do the new thing in the year before me.

There are a lot of things that I think you want me to do with my life. Nursing has been one of them. Thank you for the connection I feel with patients and colleagues. Thank you for the feeling that my work makes a difference in lives. Thank you that I have been blessed with the ability to provide for my family (I see so many who have not.)

It has been my belief that writing is also a course you want me to pursue. You seem to be reminding me of that through reminders of “Is the next book finished?” or “likes” on a blog post. Yet, in spite of these messages,  I have wallowed in grief and despondence and depression, and I have failed to invest the time and energy that I should in the work of writing. Forgive me. And help me to do better. Grant thoughts and words that can speak to others, that can encourage or inspire, that can tell a good story while honoring your name. Strengthen my will to persevere in the work, for it is work. Banish procrastination. Focus my mind. May everything that I do be to your honor and glory.

And, Lord, help me always to remember that you have a plan for all my days in this life. Help me to recognize and be faithful to your guidance. At my passing, may it be said that I lived well, loved well, and made a difference in your kingdom and this world.

I pray these things in your beloved Son’s name,

Amen

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:14 NIV

May each of you readers have a blessed 2017, filled with the knowledge that God’s love for you is a reality.

The Next Chapter

Why am I here? (Blogging, I mean.) And, just what do I have to say? (That would be worth others reading!) It’s about recreating myself. Or, just maybe, having the courage and initiative and perseverance to pursue what I hope will be my “next” career.

You see, it seems that most of my life has been about being a nurse. And it’s been a really good part. Don’t get me wrong–I am still, and will always be, a nurse. Nursing still occupies a major portion of my days. But, sometimes it’s time to dream the next dream, conquer the fear, and start something new. I think this is that time. It is time to begin writing the next chapter of my life.

I have always dreamed of being a writer. A for real, published writer. I thought that was just about writing a book and getting someone to publish it. But, in this day of the worldwide web and immediate internet notoriety (and noticeability), I have learned one needs to be “present” in that great void of connectivity. To say it in the vernacular of agents and publishers, one needs to have a “platform”, to be visible, and to have followers.

Why would anyone “follow” me? Well, to start out, you might congratulate me. For taking this first step. It wasn’t easy. I have agonized over it–been fearful, frustrated, and despairing. Yet, here I am–imagine that!–writing to the great “void”–bold, confident (well, maybe that’s stretching it), and full of hope. I am reminded of Isaiah 43:18-19a: “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing!”

So, here I am. Doing a new thing! I wonder how many of you have unrealized dreams, how many others have been fearful, frustrated, despairing? Surely I am not the only one! Or, maybe I am. Just wondering. This journey should be interesting, to say the least. More later…………….