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Karlynn
Feeling a bit nostolgic today. It's the 14th anniversary of my MVR. Life has been wonderful and I truly thank God for all the marvelous people (my VR family especially) He has placed in my life to journey with me.
I still vividly remember my Dad's tear that dropped on to my cheek as he kissed me before they wheeled me into the OR, the smell of my Mom's perfume, my husband cheerfully saying "See ya soon!" like I was going in to have a mole removed and the thoughts of my children at school that day (kindergarten and second grade).
We just got back from visiting our son at college this weekend. He's a senior. I can honestly say that before this date 14 years ago I didn't think I'd be more than a memory for him and my daughter. I remember praying at night when they were small "Please God, just let me live long enough so they remember me and know how much I love them."
14 years ago I hadn't been able to sing for 3 years - now I'm a music director at a church and sing every week. I couldn't stand for more than a few minutes at a time without getting worn out. Now my work as a freelance makeup artist has me standing 8 and 9 hours at a time.
These 14 years have had ups and downs. I still get nervous when going in for my annual echo (this Wednesday). But it's been 14 years of "pure gravy" with God as the cook.
All of us here have been thrown into the "fire" and have come out steel. Some of us perfect steel, some of us a little nicked up, but strong none the less.
I'll end this blog of sentimentality with the chorus of a song by Rich Mullins that got me through some rough days.
So if I stand let me stand on the promise
That you will pull me through
And if I can't, let me fall on the grace
That first brought me to You
And if I sing let me sing for the joy
That has born in me these songs
And if I weep let it be as someone
Who is longing for her Home
I still vividly remember my Dad's tear that dropped on to my cheek as he kissed me before they wheeled me into the OR, the smell of my Mom's perfume, my husband cheerfully saying "See ya soon!" like I was going in to have a mole removed and the thoughts of my children at school that day (kindergarten and second grade).
We just got back from visiting our son at college this weekend. He's a senior. I can honestly say that before this date 14 years ago I didn't think I'd be more than a memory for him and my daughter. I remember praying at night when they were small "Please God, just let me live long enough so they remember me and know how much I love them."
14 years ago I hadn't been able to sing for 3 years - now I'm a music director at a church and sing every week. I couldn't stand for more than a few minutes at a time without getting worn out. Now my work as a freelance makeup artist has me standing 8 and 9 hours at a time.
These 14 years have had ups and downs. I still get nervous when going in for my annual echo (this Wednesday). But it's been 14 years of "pure gravy" with God as the cook.
All of us here have been thrown into the "fire" and have come out steel. Some of us perfect steel, some of us a little nicked up, but strong none the less.
I'll end this blog of sentimentality with the chorus of a song by Rich Mullins that got me through some rough days.
So if I stand let me stand on the promise
That you will pull me through
And if I can't, let me fall on the grace
That first brought me to You
And if I sing let me sing for the joy
That has born in me these songs
And if I weep let it be as someone
Who is longing for her Home