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Surrounded

By David Hudson

I looked on distant blue mountains reaching to the sky

Surely nothing could be so beautiful as the purple peaks so high

I walked a mountain trail while snow transformed the scene

The world became the Artist canvass, so magnificent and clean

Then it became apparent the Great Artist’s most glorious design

Is best viewed surrounded by it, the thought transformed my mind

I stood beside the ocean so deep, so beautiful, and vast

Surely nothing could match the magnificence of the sunset as day past

Then I viewed the world beneath the sea with so many things unknown

Once more surrounded within it, the Artist brilliance shown

There He created an unseen world as grand as it could be

He colored it with glowing hues that most will never see

I stood beside the hospital bed of a cancerred little boy

Surely nothing within this scene could bring beauty, hope, or joy

Then the Artist did His work as is always true

His hand began to mend the broken and make the broken new

When surrounded by such suffering the beauty, joy, and hope

Is found in helping others and helping others cope

I set beside the bed of the one I love so dear

As that cruel dementia delivered my worst fear

It took away the memory of the one I love so much

The thief robbed the life away of the mind I long to touch

Where can you find the Artist engulfed in a broken heart

He’s waiting there beside you to make new each broken part

 

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Friends

Diana and Joseph 1The day my grandson, Ezra was diagnosed with leukemia the outpouring of love and support for him, my son, and my daughter-in-law was overwhelming. As time passed the phone calls and visits slowly faded until only a few true friends remained. For three and a half years the long trips for chemo, mounting bills (both medical and travel) and hospital stays seemed endless. We are all thankful to God that the chemo trips and long hospital stay are behind us. The bills linger but will eventually fade away. As of last June the last chemo trip became history. This week one of the family’s true friends lost his little girl. During the early days and throughout Ezra’s illness the dad was always there. Now it’s time to be the kind of friend that he has been. It’s the kind of friendship that can only be forged through the fires of suffering and unspeakable pain. This kind of friendship can’t be felt or understood by those that have never felt the pain.

 

Friends

By David Hudson

People pass through our lives as we all know

Some come to stay and others come and go

Some have been with us since we were a child

While others we hold close for only a while

Some friends are good for laughs, they are so much fun

They are great at parties and days filled with sun

But the friends we hold closest on nightmare filled days

Are the ones that’s tasted our suffering in so many ways

For when all others have forsaken us and we’re left all alone

Only they understand when all has gone wrong

These friends are few and like diamonds they’re rare

They never forsake us, our burdens they share

When suffering has transformed us it’s to this very end

Only then we become to others that kind of friend

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The Pressures of Life

Have you ever felt like your life was filled with constant pressure? Anyone would be a fool to suggest that life isn’t filled with challenges. Everyone has their own day to day problems. Many people feel they are constantly under pressure. My purpose is not to suggest there is no pressure, but to redefine what pressure is and take away as much of it as possible.
At we would occasionally be in close games. I can think of four instances in particular. Twice we won the games and two times we lost. In the closing minutes of each game a situation would arise that most people would refer to as a “pressure situation”. I never believed there was really any pressure involved. Typically, toward the end of those games I would call time out and look into the faces of the players, and give a speech February 2010 005that I learned from one of my basketball heroes, Dean Smith. I would say, “ Alright you guys (or girls), you know how much I hate to lose, but you also understand that no one is going to live or die based on who wins this game. So go back out there and do what we’ve practiced doing all year. These are the times when games are the most fun. By giving them that point of view, all the pressure melted away.
How much pressure a person feels depends solely on how they defined pressure. When you define pressure in the realm of life there really isn’t much outside pressure. If no one is going to live, die, or become paralyzed by our actions, what pressure is there? Pressure comes when we imagine the most negative results and fear they are going to happen. Pressure isn’t what’s happening outside, but what we feel inside. How do we rid ourselves of the negative feeling that haunt us? I believe we do it by facing reality. I use five questions to build confidence and chase fear away. Read more [+]

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The Bridge Builder

The Bridge Builder
By Will Allen Dromgoole

An old man going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide.
Through which was flowing a sullen tide
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.

“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting your strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You never again will pass this way;
You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build this bridge at evening tide?”

The builder lifted his old gray head;
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followed after me to-day
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been as naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him!”

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The Gift

Dan RiverIn February of 1998 I visited my mother in the hospital. By that time she was nearing the end of her three and a half year battle with Alzheimer’s disease. It was a battle she would soon lose. Long gone were the days of having conversations with her. In earlier times, before the disease stole her from us, she was the best mom in the world. She was never mean, critical, or hurtful. The two words that describe her best are sweet and wise. However, those days were gone. We had no hope of ever tapping into her fountain of wisdom and sweetness again. The mother that we once knew was gone. Now we visited her with a sense of love and duty, mindful that once when we had no clue what was happening around us she loved and took care of each of her children.

Mom had a blockage in her intestines. She had surgery once before to correct the problem. Now the doctors said it would be a miracle if she survived the second surgery. Within seventy-two hours she would close her eyes for the last time on this earth.

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