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Thursday, October 7, 2021

Little Things Mean A Lot

 The world is kind of closing in. Can't get down to the workshop now; it hurts my leg too much to walk there.

And how can I have a metastasis in my femur, if I have to look up how to spell the word? That just seems WRONG, somehow, yeah?

But I'm short on breath, too. There are a couple of new chest tumours, visible through the ribs... I'm giving them names, now. These are Scooby Doo and Scrappy Doo.

But I am doing what I can, some custom woodwork for Barbie. It's not a lot.

But I have to believe it's worthwhile, for the alternative is abject despair.


I think I've learned to be content
in the Dying Biz;
nothing is important,
or every small thing is.
If we're bound for endless void
what does it matter how we go?
But this thought leaves me quite annoyed,
for in my heart and soul I know
that we are placed here for a reason,
then destined for a better place,
and in this, our earthly season
should be a channel of God's grace
in every little thing we do,
for thus are world and we made new.

The Five Minute Friday prompt for this week is 'complete'. Here goes.

Complete does not describe my days
for there's so much I can't do,
but if I look ahead a ways,
I find complete is really true
in that I have done all I could,
and for the rest there is tomorrow,
or perhaps my word-choice should
be that I'll manage if I borrow
a bit of energy and strength
from the God that pulls the strings,
and I know that at this length
my hope is tied to lesser things
like walking and taking next breath
to put in off, again, my death.

And that's five minutes for a sonnet. On a smartphone. SnOoPyDaNnCe!

You might be expecting a link to the old standard, 'Little Things Mean A Lot' here, but I REALLY don't like that song, so here are the Stones, with 'You Can't Always Get What You Want' instead.

Does look like Sylvia got what she wanted, eh?




 

26 comments:

  1. I think you are amazing. You still fill each day the best you can. You are completing your mission here on earth, as are all of us. When GOD says we're done? We're done - not a moment before. xo

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    1. Susan, thank you so much for this. Please forgive my late reply; I had two bad falls and was concussed both times.

      XOXOXO

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  2. Andrew, I think you hit it on the head when you wrote this line: "I find complete is really true in that I have done all I could ..." You really are amazing and each comment you leave is priceless, a gift I know I will treasure. So grateful you are still with us! Praying for you this morning.

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    1. Joanne, thank you for these words that honour me beyond measure, and for your prayers.

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  3. "I find complete is really true in that I have done all I could ..." and that is the truth. We continue to do all we can with each day we are given. Sending much love, Andrew.

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    1. Angie, thank you so much for this. Love back!

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  4. I admire your honesty & steadfastness to serve others even when it would be easier to do nothing.

    Well done, good & faithful servant.

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    1. Oh, Barb, thank you so much for this! I am so moved!

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  5. Andrew, I don't know how you do it. You are amazing.
    Selfishly, I'm always grateful to see you still here and writing sonnets.
    Saving these two.

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    1. Grams, I am just so glad to be here. Two falls and two concussions, and every word is hard, but it's worth it.

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  6. Hi Andrew, you don't think it can get any worse and then it does. I appreciate the update. Life has not been easy for you, but you persevere. That's commendable and admirable. Suffering with a smile, and I'm sure, with a few groans and other. We "should be a channel of God's grace in every little thing we do", very nice. Still praying.

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    1. My dear Norma, thank you so much; your words do me such high honour, and I am so grateful for your prayers.

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  7. I always enjoy hearing your words. Thank you so much for sharing. :)

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    1. Your name did not come up, but I am so glad that you enjoyed this!

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  8. "our earthly season
    should be a channel of God's grace
    in every little thing we do" so true! Thanks for sharing.

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  9. P.S. If you feel up to it, Andrew, please check out my post #27, and verify if what I said you said is accurate.
    Love and prayers,
    Grams

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    1. Grams, I will be going there in a few minutes. Thank you!

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  10. Before you think you're incomplete
    I came by to read and greet -
    and now I say you have served us well
    With the lessons and stories you're able to tell!
    And whenever the day brings an earthly end
    you'll continue eternally, our dear writer friend.
    I believe when you begin your heavenly fun,
    the first words you'll hear will be, "Well done."

    Sending so much love!
    Karen :)

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    1. Oh, Karen, this poem is lovely, and such a gift!

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  11. Paul tells up to run the good race. Positional I am complete in Christ but I work everyday toward being more like Christ. When I doubt myself or wonder about my purpose, I repeat to myself as a reminder that Jesus' death is the complete propitiation for my sin. I am totally loved, approved of and accepted by God. Whew! Something to be thankful for.

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    1. Rhonda, this concise and 'complete' essay on completeness is just perfect. Thank you!

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  12. (((((Andrew)))))

    Good job!

    Annie in Texas

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  13. First of all, I apologize for going MIA from checking in on you and your blog, Andrew. But I'm so glad to see you're still waxing as poetic as ever! I really don't know how you do it, not just the day to day struggle to keep on breathing (though, that's certainly more than enough!) but also being able to write a poem for every occasion with such splendid eloquence and wisdom.

    I'm praying for you every day, my friend! I wish those tumors would simply go away but then I guess I'd be wishing for your death! You keep on kicking death to the curb, even with a lame leg!

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    1. Beth, I completely understand, and please know that you, and your fresh endeavours, are in my daily prayers.

      It is hard to write these, I will admit, especially with a pair of head injuries, but the connexion with wonderful loving people... like YOU... makes it all worthwhile.

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