Dawn if you don’t like the title, you can change it, if you can’t, let me know and I’ll change it to whatever you want. We have members from all walks of life and some don’t believe in a Higher Power and we try very hard not to offend anyone.
I pray to God every time I have a procedure. I didn’t get the opportunity to do it when I ruptured as I was quite out of it. I always ask Him to watch over and be with my Neurosurgeon, provide her with a steady hand and clear mind. I also ask Him to watch over and be with her team. It’s always worked out well for the most part, there’s been a couple of hiccups but I’m still here. My Neurosurgeon has told me on more than one occasion I am her miracle of miracles as there’s no medical reason I survived. I just tell her I didn’t read that book. Her reply is always, I had to throw those books away with you. Apparently I challenged everything she had learned lol.
When the NSICU RNs allowed me to have my phone, they taught me about Pandora. I was asking God the same question through all the pain laying there in a bed I wasn’t allowed out of and connected to many wires and an IV or two. Each time I woke up I heard the Soldier and the Oak The Soldier and the Oak - YouTube. I knew my brain wasn’t functioning as it always had but I also knew things could get better, I’d been trained this way having been a Psych major and eventually a Social Worker in Child Protective Services. I knew my purpose quite well - help others. I knew I couldn’t work anymore but that took a couple of years to understand.
We have friends, family and acquaintances that are very religious in different religious organizations from Jewish, Christian, Buddhist, Hindu the list is pretty long. They all know I don’t believe in organized religion but I do have a strong belief in my spirituality and God, and that due to my being raised in a Christian faith, I lean a bit heavily on Christianity and the Bible. We have a friend that’s a Pentecostal preacher and he said, you’ll figure it out one day, his best friend was also a friend of BH and when he was dying he told me God has a plan for you and I said, I’d figured that part out, I just sure wish he’d let me in on it. It’s the not knowing that bothers me most. He told me not to give up, I’d learn it one day. I told him come find me in the pasture when it’s my time. I’ll be the one drinking tea and playing with all my animals. He just stared at me. I thought I’d said something to offend him and explained I didn’t want to go to heaven if I couldn’t be on the land and playing with all the animals I have loved. Little did I know that being in the pasture was one of his favorite Bible verses until his memorial service. His wife told me the email I first sent and our monthly conversations helped him a lot when he learned the cancer couldn’t be beat.
Then last year, we finally found a place we both liked on a bit of land which is what I wanted and a really nice shop. All for less than it would take to build a shop on the property we had. We knew it needed some work and hired a handyman. Mr. Curley happens to have his PhD in theology. He once had a church, but the wealthy members started telling him what to preach on and that he shouldn’t preach on some things. So he did what any sane person would do in my opinion and quit. Yet years later it still upset him. We had a nice talk about it sitting on a couple of buckets with his wife with us at lunch time. Like most ministers, he watched his congregation, helped when needed and gave sermons after praying and figuring out what was needed. He said God always guided him, he could feel it. I asked if he did the same before he quit and he said of course he did. I asked if he felt God guided him to quit and he said he was sure of it. I suggested if he felt God led him to brush the dirt off his feet and walk away then wasn’t that His purpose? Mr. Curley shed a couple of tears and hugged me. He’s one of those people that don’t cry but he always gives good hugs. Ms Judy shared that people had been trying to tell him the same thing for years. I said he probably wasn’t ready to listen and understand. She said maybe, but no one put it as bluntly as you just did. I can be pretty blunt now but I can’t stop it, it just comes out of my mouth.
Then this year, we were sitting on lawn chairs and discussing when we could move into the house. Repair after repair was needed, much more than we thought. I was helping as much as I could with Mr. Curley and Ms. Judy watching over me, telling me to take a break, take my medicine, eat, drink water, etc. I was laying one of those click it floors upstairs in the shop and Mr. Curley came up to check on me. I must’ve been staring off into space and he asked if I was okay. I said, no sir, I don’t know my purpose anymore. He said your purpose hasn’t changed, what’s your favorite passage in the Bible, I said the eleventh commandment, he grinned and said you still do that with most everyone you meet. I said not with the mudders, being still upset with my reaction to their actions. He laughed and said well that was certainly a hiccup but you figured it out. So with Mr. Curley’s help, I figured out my purpose hadn’t changed, the way I do it has, I just needed help recognizing it. Maybe you’re the same, maybe your purpose hasn’t changed at all, just the way you do it. Whatever it is, keep the eleventh commandment in mind, do it with love!