As my sister, Serenity, faces a recurrence of cancer, I think we’re all given a valuable reminder that we really have no promises in this life except the one that says, “I’ll never leave you.” And even Jesus didn’t get that promise, so it’s no small thing.
Yet, when the inevitable happens – because at some point tragedy and trial will touch us all – what do we do? How do we, as Paul encouraged us, “fight the good fight”?
In one brave example, our friend Widney Woman is using her good dishes – and not just on holidays! She is even declaring today National Use the Good Dishes Day!
Serenity herself advocates this response and offers some thoughts of her own, including watching movies she loves more than once and hugging her children for no reason.
In our corner of the world, Dan and I registered for Ben Arment’s Dream Year Weekend in Nashville this January. I don’t know of a man with more pure musical talent than my husband; too often we hear live music or televised specials or radio singles and he says, “I could have done that.” And while many of us dream of such a thing, for him it is really true. He does do it – every Sunday, several concerts a year, and for various special events. But by the time he figured out how good he was, we were rather settled into our four-kids-and-a-dog routine and didn’t quite know what to do about it.
After meeting Ben and seeing the dreams he has helped bring to fruition in other people (this year’s Dream Year participants), we are thrilled about the opportunity to explore what it might take to make Dan’s dreams a reality. There is no getting around the fact that it will be lots of work, but it is nice to have some expert guidance to keep you from exhausting yourself in the wrong directions. That’s the idea behind the Dream Year weekend: analyze the dream, give it a name, and see what stands against it. (Note that applications are being accepted through the end of this week for the whole Dream Year program. If you are ready to move on your dream today, consider this worthwhile investment.)
Knowing it would mean time off from work and, as a bigger inconvenience, might rock our routine lifestyle, we looked at one another and knew it was time to act. We have no promises for how long we have each other, how long we have our health, how long we have anything. It is time to do. So we took the little faith we had and registered for this conference as an outward sign of our inward decision to live life more intentionally.
So, besides my prayers for Serenity’s healing, these are my thoughts. What will we do in defiance of life’s uncertainties?