Am I Valued?

Outside, it was a beautiful September morning. Inside the podiatrist’ office, the doctor had just left the exam room I was in. I perched myself on a chair to get my socks and shoes on before rushing off to conquer the day. To get my foot in range, I snatched my left leg (Here, I need to explain. This leg had had a hip replacement years before and, more recently, a hip revision with a large bone graft.) up by the hem of my pants. Crack! More obvious than the snap was the pain that shot through my leg. “Oh no!” I wailed. I tried to stand—without success. What had I done? After waiting most of that day in ER and a chunk of the following day in my orthopedic surgeon’s office, I had a diagnosis.

Am I Loved?

He carried her around his neck or perched on top of his head. He kissed the tip of her triangular, wet nose or the soft pads of her paws. He studied the twitching of her ever-active tail or the quick movements of her velvety soft little ears. He clearly loved her. Yet she did little to enhance his life. She left tell-tale signs of her gray fur on his bed. She consumed his finances through vet appointments and the daily necessities of fresh litter and food. She infringed on his time, needing her fur brushed and her litter box cleaned. She didn’t accomplish anything. Yet, he enjoyed her just for being. Perhaps my son’s relationship with his cat is a crude example of God loving us and enjoying

Beauty Still Remains

We had driven this route hundreds of times before. But this day was different. For 19 days I had stayed indoors, imprisoned, unable to walk outside into the warmth of the July sun. Away from home and loved ones, stripped of my privacy, and denied outdoor scenery except for a few trees in the distance, life came to a halt. But today, driving home from the hospital, I gazed at every house we passed as if for the first time. I relished the open fields and farmland neatly arranged in rows of fruit trees or unending lines of vegetables. I basked in the fresh, odor-free breeze. I saw beauty in it all. Why? My perspective had changed. Beauty bloomed where previously I saw dirt, properties in need o

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