Skip to main content

Don't cry for me ...






Song lyrics or titles run through my mind to often sum up a situation or add humor to one. Today, it's "Don't Cry for Me Argentina". Only today the title is "Don't cry for me anybody"!

 I mean, I get it, that people feel bad that I've got breast cancer and that I've been living with MS for nearly 27 years. And I've had other issues that I've blogged about related to #metoo. I get that it seems like a lot looking in from the outside. I hear your comments and appreciate your support. But here's the thing, it doesn't feel overwhelming to me, looking out from the inside. Know what I mean?

 I live the life that I've been dealt and do it with the personality and faith I've been given. Which means, I could do one of the following:

 A. Have a miserable, pity-me attitude that would lead to being  miserable;
B. Lean into my troubles and seek answers constantly either through research or angrily with God, which would lead me to being fairly self-centered and angry;
C. Hold on with all I've got, knowing there are reasons I cannot know but a life that needs to be lived fully and a faith that cannot be subdued which would lead me to being pretty much who I am.

 " A positive, faith-filled fighter" is how Pastor Dan recently described me to John when they saw each other recently. He always could sum things acutely! I think that's who I am to my very core- heck the name of my blog is the glass is half full and the tag is a shout out to God. Spot. On. 

 So when you see me, don't cry FOR me. Marvel instead how God has given me faith, surrounded me with loving and caring people, given me the love of laughter and people and endowed me with a need to tell my story (I may not be the best writer, but I do love to write and am grateful for this blog). I know I marvel at all that God has done for me and I'm not ashamed to write about it or share my story. 

 Can I get an Amen?!

 Now, I just need to have a word with God about this very weather and the polar vortex- it's keeping me housebound!!!!
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

It's not a popularity contest, but ...

When an ass is so much more

  Body image. Body positivity.  Or about coming to an appreciation for a previously much maligned back end.  In junior high (that's middle school for all of you non boomers), I was given the nickname "big butt Bowen". It was a nickname that stung because I did indeed have a large ass. I tried to mask it, a difficult endeavor since the current fashion (and remember this is junior high when fitting in was paramount) was wearing hip hugger jeans with midriff tops and my disguise of choice were peasant blouses or dresses. That style choice earned an additional nickname, Mama Cass. For those of you that don't know who Mama Cass was, she was part of the Mamas and Papas and known for her beautiful voice but also for her large body.  All about Mama Cass I was cruelly nicknamed at a time when nicknames can really mess with a girl's psyche. And I spent a lifetime as that girl with the messed up psyche. I'm sure there are more than one of you out there that can relate. B
Post a Comment
Read more

Peter Pan no more

                          It's time. Peter Pan had to grow up.  For nearly 18 months of his life, Matthew dressed in this costume. In this picture it's new, just out of the box. He picked the costume out of a catalog and when it arrived, two weeks prior to Halloween, he asked daily if today was the day he could finally wear his Peter Pan costume. He didn't like the hat and only wore it on Halloween, but the rest of the costume he wore daily! You read that correctly - DAILY. He wore it to Meijer (for those of you unfamiliar with Meijer, it's a cleaner, friendlier, more 'upscale' version of WalMart), to church, to play dates and preschool ... Heck, he was three and adorable and it worked for him!  (Yes you read that correctly, he even wore it to church on one or two occasions when it seemed arguing with a three year old about not wearing a costume to church was not a battle worth waging. He once mentioned the priests wore dresses . . . I don't think Joh
Post a Comment
Read more

Cabin fever made me do it!

Like nearly ever person in West Michigan, I have a serious case of cabin fever.  I won't waste your time however, complaining about the two-hundred feet of snow that's fallen in the last two hours. I won't share about the twenty or thirty times I've had to shovel my walk today as gusts blew it right back in my face. And I certainly will not lament about the temperatures that hover around negative double digits making your nostrils freeze together within moments of stepping outside. To bore you with tales of how we have to shovel areas in our yard so that our large dog and can do his 'duty' because the snow is deeper than he is tall and dogs for whatever reason cannot poop in the same place twice, is not what I will share. You will not hear about how when I open the slider to let aforementioned dog outside, gusts of wind blow drifts of snow inside and require a shovel to once again close the door.  Nor will I share how some roads around here are drifted shut be
Post a Comment
Read more