ODE TO MY SON’S CAT, PRINCESS DAISY, WHO SAVED ME


I have never been this calm and joyful my entire life. 


All of it. 


And it has been quite a bit and quite the fight. 


I have the scars to prove it due to my twenty-two surgeries over these very long years. 


And I am utterly delighted with that particular fact. 


Because I am very proud to be able to say they are my battle scars. 


My precious son calls me The Bionic Woman given all my lovely hardware holding me together. 


Almost everywhere. 


My head, neck, right arm and left ankle. 


So you see, I happen to know a thing or two about miracles. 


One of those is in my brain. 


Insane!


With the 18 screws, I look, without my hair, and I have been there a time or two, believe you me, quite like a big white took a hungry bite. 


I shall never be the same. 


Given the whole out of my body thing. 


I know it may sound as if I might possibly be suffering from insanity to those lost souls who do not believe in miracles. 


But I do not happen to be one of those fools. 


I kind of know, in so far as I had a miracle happen to me not so very long ago. 


I fell down 16 stairs headfirst. Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling like some kind of acrobat or clown. 


But perhaps on second thought, more like my son’s sassy tabby cat, Princess Daisy, who saved me by waking up my sound asleep son so he could immediately call nine one one. 


Catastrophe!


Five minutes more my doctor informed me three kids, and that would have been it. 


My untimely demise. 


But before I could take my very first step, I was way up there in the air, floating like a balloon. 


Befitting don’t you think, inasmuch as it is I wholly felt as if I was watching from the ceiling my child who tragically took his own life’s first birthday party?


I had never been so ecstatically happy. 


Overcome with overwhelming love. 


And I knew deep inside my lonely soul I had never once through this never ending round and round been alone. 


My Daddy showed me. 


So I beg you please never try to tell this Warrior in God’s army that He is not in control and the Creator of this carousel, for I have been ordered to testify about Jesus’s sacrifice. 


And I have read the Book of Life to the very end. 


SPOILER ALERT: Jesus wins. 


That is where all this calmness and joy comes from. 


Within, a light is shining brightly. 


Amen



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