Another Journey

What is this next journey going to be like that I'm about ready to take? Did I make the decision to take it through rain spattered glasses or was my vision clear? Will the road ahead be dark and dreary with maybe some bumps along the way? There has been days when these questions have been formost in my mind, and then the pain that is like no other pain I have ever felt sets in and I don't doubt. And so my feet are firmly planted on this course I have chosen to take.

I know that I will learn from this journey but what I don't know yet. Someone might touch my life and maybe I might touch anothers. That I pray for. I also pray the my Heavenly Father might accompany me on this different road. Without him, I might not reach the destination I hope to find. In fact, it was through pray that this decision was made.

And now, without any warning, my journey has taken a mighty curve in a different direction. I've asked why, but it is a hollow question. Time must pass accompanied with my other traveler called pain. They say my heart isn't strong enough. How could that be? This heart that has grown so tender and full of love. Wait I must for the specialist, and then can I continue on with my journey that might take away my pain? Only my Heavenly Father has the map so here I go. I must, and I will, put my trust in Him to carry me through.

My Friend Nancy

About a year ago, they found a tumor on Nancy's brain the size of a lemon. They immedately removed it and I was told that it had been a fast growing cancer, but they felt they had gotten it all.

Nancy had come into my life when Craig was brought into our ward as our new Bishop. I had gone to school with Craig and had become good friends with Nancy instantly. She had been released as our Stake Relief Society President when Craig was called as our Bishop.

Nancy and I had great fun together; talking to her was easy and we could tell stories to each other and laugh at each other's mistakes. Then I was told about the tumor. I've cried a lot this past year as I've watched her go through the ugliness of chemo and radiation. It didn't work and the tumor came back.

I often prayed, "Father, what is this thing called death? How can anyone live and know they are dying?" Nancy has taught me how to live and to do it with dignity.

What is this thing called death? I believe it means new life. A better life where there will be no more pain.

(more to come)

A New Year