Blessed Ordinary Days
It’s been almost two weeks since we returned from our visit with our kids and Gorman and I agree that what we miss the most is being awakened each morning by Ryland, tapping on my shoulder and whispering his dear little plans for that day. Oh what a joy he is! We have a fresh batch of “Rylandisms”, quotes from him that we repeat to each other every day.
We spent several days at our condo at Orange Beach, where it rained most every day but we still had lovely sunsets and relaxing days of doing nothing. We’re good at that.
Gorman is receiving the Avastin infusions every other Wednesday, with no side effects at all. He doesn’t have the stamina he used to have and gets tired easily but he’s trying to walk some every day, despite the heat. Tonight we’re going to Fairhope’s first Friday of every month Art Walk and then out to dinner.
Chuck Poole, our former pastor in Jackson preached a sermon some time back, based on Psalm 30, entitled “Islands of Joy in a Sea of Pain” and I think of that sermon so often. He talked about making peace with what has to be gone through because it cannot be gone around. He says, “For some of us, peace will be the new joy; the peace which comes in adjusting to, and coming to terms with, our new reality; which may not be exactly the miracle we would have chosen, but which may interrupt our wide seas of pain with real islands of joy, which is its own kind of miracle”. That describes our life these days.