Sunday, November 30, 2008


Processing the events of my once peaceful and quiet after-Thanksgiving ordeal has been just that: a process.

It's caused me to reflect on the host of other traumatic events that have occurred in my life and the lives of my friends, and how one responds to such things. While doing this, thoughts of Andrea at True Moments of Family came to mind. The abuse of my dog pales in comparison to her major life event of near death from the grill of a semi-truck. Yet, process the trauma she did, and she came out on the other side secure in her relationship with the Lord.

Mary Grace at Books and Bairns did a quick turn around when faced with her situational crisis recently; and Denise at c u smyle always eloquently wraps her life events in a tidy box of verbiage that pull a readers' heart.

I could continue the list, and remark about how I've watched, or experienced a host of friends work through difficult circumstances. Each of us different, yet the same.

Words, contemplative moods, tasks utilized to work out frustrations . . .all of these purposed and necessary for one's mental and emotional health.

Then I recall losing my best friend to breast cancer, and how I used to tease her mercilessly concerning her scrapbooking endeavors ~ only to find myself plunged into the activity after the miscarriage of twins a few years ago to work through my grief. I've long since taken up the craft for pleasure as a result, however, over the past two days, I've been grateful that I had started a project that was still in progress.

Completing it, and other projects has been an excellent means of restoring my soul. As my fingers have worked, the Lord has spoken softly with me, adjusting my emotions one by one toward the agent of aggression at my dog.

I'm feeling more stable, and I'm ready to walk the lake again. I'm ready to face him should he reappear, and ready to love him where he is through Christ. Perhaps, though my firm but loving assertions, I'll be able to show him a more excellent way.

. . .yet shew I unto you a more excellent way. 1 Corinthians

Love suffereth long, and is kind; love envieth not; love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not its own, is not provoked, taketh not account of evil; rejoiceth not in unrighteousness, but rejoiceth with the truth; beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. Love never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall be done away; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall be done away. 1 Corinthians

But now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; and the greatest of these
is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13


Dawn Sodini said...

I'm grateful that Keller can't reach your beautiful creations, yet.

~ Denise ~ said...

aww..thanks for the compliment scrapper chick! oh, is that scrappy chick? mmm...maybe scra-chick? which would you prefer? lol

...abiding in love. Now that's a nice thought!

Mrs. G. said...

What's life without love? Not much.

Annette said...

Wow, Angi. I'm just catching up on some blog reading and I'm so saddened by your ordeal. You have experienced great persecution by the enemy (not referring directing to bicylce man, but to the king of darkness that rules this world through people like him). I'm truly stunned, but greatful for your restoration of heart and soul. Praying the Lord's protection upon you as you venture about your peace walk.

mary grace said...

Chin up and face forward, right?

((And tazer firmly in hand, might I add.))


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