Friday September 8, 2017
These past few weeks have been trying for me, both physically and mentally. My body is healthier now than I've been in years. It hasn't been easy and I've had setbacks. I wish I could tell you there was a magic pill to cure Lupus, but frankly it's a disease of diseases and we can only manage the symptoms. I'm aware of what I put in my body and that's all I can control; My muscles and nutrition. It's simplest just to say I have a crappy immune system.
-- Source unknown
This past week, I reflected on my childhood a lot. A woman who was very special to me recently passed away and I was blessed to be able to honor her with music. The low-pressure systems around Florida have hurt my ears and my voice (sinuses), but I can still type and play my flute, piccolo, or piano. Ms. Anne taught me to make noise. Specifically, she loved beautiful noise. I learned of her passing from her son Dale and I immediately knew that I had to be with the Morehouse family when it was time to honor Ms. Anne.
I had never met Dale's older brother Craig, but what an honor it was. As I sat in on a "meeting" just before the service, I felt a sense of calm. I knew Ms. Anne was proud of her St. John family. She taught us to love unconditionally, to help those in need, to honor God's promise, and to take care of me.
I had never met Dale's older brother Craig, but what an honor it was. As I sat in on a "meeting" just before the service, I felt a sense of calm. I knew Ms. Anne was proud of her St. John family. She taught us to love unconditionally, to help those in need, to honor God's promise, and to take care of me.
She literally taught me to take care of ME. When I was 7 (diagnosed with Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis) there were two weeks of my life that I literally could not walk. James Kashork would actually carry me on his shoulders at church and Coach Tossie carried me at school. I couldn't sit "Indian-style" (that's what WE called it) so I got to turn the page on the film strips. Teachers helped me at church and at school. My house was home-base. I felt loved and safe, and I have vivid memories.
When you're 7 and you can't walk, there's not much to do except remember the kindness of people who truly love you. I couldn't possibly name all the people who helped my family out. I am blessed for each one of you who truly know me and you've all been there for me.
When you're 7 and you can't walk, there's not much to do except remember the kindness of people who truly love you. I couldn't possibly name all the people who helped my family out. I am blessed for each one of you who truly know me and you've all been there for me.
My faith is unique, I wouldn't try to explain it. I learned to love and to help when I can without prejudice. I am a product of immigrants, mostly Norwegian. Norwegians are proud and strong people who take care of their families (blood or not). St. John Lutheran (http://mysj.org) is my home base, so moving my church membership was a difficult decision.
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