The vineyard has endured the winter and is anticipating Spring, although cautiously. It waits until the danger of frost has safely passed before it bursts into new life. Then one day that new life appears. The watering of the Spring rains and the warmth of the sun have produced a beautiful green canopy and underneath the canopy the white blossoms are becoming visible. Spring has officially arrived in the vineyard.
When I think of Spring, words such as beauty, freshness, newness, excitement and hope come to mind. I am seeing a glimmer of the completion of my treatment and I feel as if my Winter is coming to an end. I'm sensing Spring. I'm sensing the freshness of new life. My "new" body has been treated with the weed killer of chemotherapy and is now ready to bloom once again.
With this excitement comes renewed confidence, a feeling of invincibility, and that can be a dangerous thing. I have become accustomed to having intensely clear communications with God and wonderful "quiet times". But, as Mr. Jacobsen reminds me, "A late frost, a freak hailstorm, or an assault of weeds or insects can spell a quick end to a promised harvest." I learn from this statement that very high peaks can lead to very low valleys in the face of discouragement, and joy can be easily destroyed.
My prayer for this Spring of my journey is that I will hold on tightly to the hand of my Great Physician and together we will weather all the seasons that are ahead of me.
I hope these reflections are clear. It's been a busy morning in the chemo room and there is constant activity. It can be distracting, but it is a happy and healing place. Kind of like Spring.
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