Your Dying Spouse 522 - I'm Where I'm Supposed To Be

It was a bit of a rough weekend, worst yet, actually, so I hope no one minds my using as content for today's post a comment I made on the Mundane Faithfulness blog (in which Kara Tibbetts describes the corner of her bedroom that was the centerpiece of her last days).

"I guess my special corner is our 'corner' of a New Mexico mesa; we have a sanctuary for unwanted an abused ogs, and even though it's getting mighty hard for me to walk and do other things, I'm still charged with their care, and we go out slowly, under the high and grace-filled sky, day and night, together.

"It's a two-way street, for they return my love with gentleness and compassion. My bed is an ottoman pushed up against a sofa in the kennel area, and they cuddle against me to keep me warm when the chills come, and watch DVDs with me.

"I'm grateful for the pancreatic cancer and lymphoma that measure my days, because how else would I have realized that I am living in a small (and sometimes noisy!) corner of Heaven, right here, right now?

"Grace abounds, and I am grateful that my eyes have been opened to see it, and live it."

There's the eternal question...don't you wish it were different?

Along with do you want to be healed?

Sure, it would be nice to be healed, God knows that. I don't bug him.

But as to wishing it were different, well, no. This road has opened my eyes and my heart. I would not give up this perspective; dying is teaching me how to live.

And this blog has gotten around a quarter of a million hits; it's reached some people, somewhere, and it's a kind of ministry.

Would I wish that away, it return for my old life, for my old self?

No, I wouldn't.

I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.

Which brings us to a clip from the excellent film Blood Diamond, which I hope you'll watch...and I hope you'll be inspired to watch the whole film.

Please pardon my slow response to comments. I do my best, and your comments are really precious to me. Barb is answering many of them now. I'm running on fumes, if you don't mind a macho metaphor.

I'm grateful for the energy to have written this. I'm so glad Barbara's stepped in for many of my posts. I'm really not doing well at all.

Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.

Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.

Marley, the canine waif from Afghanistan, whom WE helped save, has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.

If you can, please do leave a comment. I am trying to answer all, and I am failing, but please know this - I read and treasure each one.

Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.