When I left the prayer booth at the fair, totally Worn out, Mentally and physically spent from Standing four hours on my old legs and Engaging in intense conversation, I was barely able to walk to my car. But I decided I'd rather become weary at Doing good than by pursuing my Own pleasure, My own importance, My own ends. |
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Lots of people passed by our
Table at the State Fair today. When they saw our sign "Prayer Station", Many of them looked the other way, trying Hard not to make eye contact. I tried just as hard seeking to Get their attention. I smiled my biggest smile and Said,"Good morning," and later "Good afternoon." If they got close enough, I extended My hand, introduced myself and Asked if I could pray for them. Quite a number of the fairgoers said, "Yes." In fact, during my four hour shift twenty People allowed me to pray for their Needs: Wayward kids, A young gal heading to the Cleveland Clinic tomorrow hoping for answers, Strength to face another day at work, A grieving spouse. Each person unique. Each request unique. One gal expressed her gratitude for our Prayers, but she was amazed that we were There at all. "The last place I would ever expect to see a Prayer station is at the State Fair," she said. I wondered why. I can't think of a better place to Set up shop and pray. When I discovered that one of
Jack's caregivers had carried Bedbugs along with her into our Home, it felt like the worst day of my life. I sat with my head down on my Dining room table and sobbed. The tedious unending process of getting Rid of the creepy crawlers still haunts me. (And I'll never forget the despair of Seeing a new bite on my arm and trying to Determine if was caused by a Bedbug,) But I survived, and the Bedbugs didn't. Knowing i could encourage someone Today with the same problem almost makes My own ordeal worthwhile. Almost.
If it were a perfect world I wouldn't be
Dizzy this morning. The temperature would be about 78 degrees, and Jack would still be with me, strong of Mind and body. It it were a perfect world, there'd be no jails, no Hospitals, no zika virus, no lying politicians, no Drug addicts and on and on and on. But if it weren't for the broken world I live in Now, would I appreciate the perfect one That's ahead? We didn't know he lived in Cincinnati.
Not until my husband was struck down with his Aneurysm did we discover his cousin lived Just two plus hours away. They hadn't seen each other for decades, but When Reggie walked into the Hospital room, Min called him his boyhood Name and began speaking in their long ago Chinese dialect. How curious is the brain! Min's short term memory was gone, but his Embedded one was intact. Soon enough Reggie helped with the Funeral arrangements, and afterwards he Included our little family with his. We crossed the Ohio River on a ferry to Pick apples. We hiked in the Hocking Hills. We visited Kentucky's natural bridge. These relatives gave my girls a taste of Their Chinese heritage, and I was grateful. Reggie and his wife Esther are moving to Seattle to be near their son, and I said Good-by to them today. I had a chance to thank them face to Face for being there for my girls and me in Our grieving time. I'm not sure whether I will ever see these Caring friends again, so our parting was Bittersweet. God brings people into our lives when We need them, and in His providence He Removes them, moves them the length of a Country away. But it's okay. They love Jesus too, and when I know our Good-by isn't a forever one, it's okay. Sometimes I think God keeps giving us
Bigger and bigger trials so that our Normal ones seem insignificant.
So now, Dorothy, I see you're taking your
Grandkid's problems on your shoulders, And your friends' dilemmas, and Your own health issues, and The upcoming election, and the Weight of the world. How's that going for you? |
Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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