Sending good thoughts your way. Don’t know if it helps, but I’ll do it anyway (cuz I’m like that)

Faith comes and goes. It’s like a boomerang. I’ve watched people close to me struggle with that for years.

I do not have words of wisdom, but I have a heart filled with faith for you and prayers.

Kym

Horizon Of Promised Expectation (H.O.P.E)
By Michael Hickey

Hope is imagining the unrealized,
What is longed for and foreseen,
Always oriented to the future,
Not what is or ever has been.

It is spring in the dead of winter,
Sunrise at darkest of night,
In the bottomless abyss
called “God”,
But a tiny beam of light.

Horizon Of Promised Expectation,
Unknown, uncontrolled, uncertain,
Beyond planning or self-calculation,
Awaiting the rising of our curtain.

The seed within our flower,
The flower in our seed,
God’s providential power,
Supplying what we need.

An attitude of eternity,
An advent, but a not yet,
A transcendent leap internally,
Without need of safety net.

Always involving a risk,
Of danger, failure, despairing,
With opposites being twofold,
A prideful, deadly pairing.

Despair; anticipated failure,
Presumption; anticipated success,
Both assume a given outcome,
Self-assurance, beyond any guess.

Hope keeps spirit youthful,
Never becoming quite grown,
Time open unto infinity,
A dimension all of its own.

It is our daydream of tomorrow,
Leading to God on a bumpy ride,
Requiring a power beyond us,
Asked but to trust and abide.

Forbidding our human creation,
Of any worldly paradise,
Spending life and its duration,
While rolling heaven’s dice.

When faith is seen; hope realized,
Wisdom will then evolve to be,
On the shore as future wave,
Brought by wind tossed, stormy sea.

It’s the day of our own resurrection,
God ahead, not only above,
Horizon Of Promised Expectation,
Faith before, hope within, ahead;
only love.

The one good thing? The hawk didn’t pooh on you!

As Mrs. Eaves said faith does ebb and flow. And I feel much like Jennster … just wanting to help and hoping our words support you.

Please take care of you.

I had to re-read through the posts, this amputation business took me off guard. I’ve been starting at this reply for a while, trying to compile my words and thoughts so as to express my frustration with your situation without adding to the depressing situation. As long as she’s taking steps to recovery, there is hope. Even if they are only the steps of a toddler who stumbles.

Thats all. We’re rooting for you all.

The asshole in me wants to advise you to avoid the temptation of neogenics and don’t splice in any salamander or lizard DNA. My Spiderman costume isn’t fitting well these days. The asshole in me also wants to take credit for the zombie remark.

I’m sure she’ll get a chuckle out of it when she gets to reading it.

I think you were in a state of grace last week - but you can’t stay there all the time, which sucks. In my limited experience, though, it always comes back.

But mostly I just wanted to be one of the many telling you we’re thinking of you and yours.

Katie

I fly a lot for work and the moment I step on to a plane, every time, I whisper to whoever might be listening, “Bring me home to my sweetheart safe.” When there’s unusual turbulence during the flight, I close my eyes and picture the outline of a giant hand –outlined like Wonder Woman’s invisible jet on the Superfriends, you know — reaching toward the plane, and the plane’s nose just nudging into the hand, until the turbulence stops. Anyway, I’ve been whispering to whoever, to bring BJ home to you safe, picturing that great big hand lifting you and BJ up, up, up.

Monday afternoon love and light from midtown Manhattan. Be as well as you can.

http://www.gratefulness.org/candles/candles.cfm?l=eng&gi=GAC

and

http://www.gratefulness.org/candles/candles.cfm?l=eng&gi=BJ

and

http://www.gratefulness.org/candles/candles.cfm?l=eng&gi=BJ%2FAT

I’m sending BJ, you, and your family my very best thoughts.

til then ya’ll are in my thoughts and prayers