"Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person: having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them out. Just as they are—chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away." George Eliot, 1819-1880
My LH says I am spinning plates here at the blog.
I’m not writing about my life but throwing out chaff to you, my bloggy buddies.
He’s correct.
I had surgery on January 26. I’m doing well and expect to recover fully. I’m healthy and feel pretty durn good.
I’m too shy to write about surgery so I didn’t. I just disappeared then re-appeared with empty stuff to throw up on the screen. I haven’t had surgery in years so I wasn’t sure what to expect What I couldn’t anticipate scared me. I didn’t want to hear of anyone else’s bad experience with removing a fibroid tumor.
I behaved like one of your parishoners who doesn’t tell you about their ordeals until aferward.
I’m sorry.
You have been with me through the Storm and other storms. You prove yourselves to be good company on the journey.
Pouring out words,
St. Cassserole
19 comments:
just glad you are ok.
sometimes the really hard things are not easy to write about..
You needn't feel as if you have to share every detail of your life with us. Many of us noticed that you weren't yourself lately and I'm sure I'm not the only one who has prayed for you.
Know that we're here for you whatever you need to tell us--or not tell us.
Surgery is a big deal--especially after all you have been through. I thank God for medical technology, and for your continued recovery.
Glad to hear that you are recovering well. Keeping you in my prayers.
Prayers for a continued good recovery. We look forward to having you back in full St. Casserole form as soon as you are able. In the meantime, take care of yourself.
It *is* hard to write about some things; it's true.
I hope it helps to know you've been held in prayer, often and earnestly.
No apologies necessary, St. Cass. You have no obligation to write anything about your personal life--or anything else--on the blog. It's all about choice!
But now that you've 'fessed up, Get well soon!
(((St. Cass)))
May the healing touch of the Spirit rest on you.
I'm just glad you're ok. Be kind to yourself and give yourself all the time you need to rest and heal.
Wishing you peace and healing.
I glad you posted this, because I posted something similar just a few minutes ago. It was kind of scary posting about something that bares things that are something in which we have little control. Especially about our bodies.
Praying for your continued healing.
Praying for your continued recovery. And, as someone who also has health problems that aren't always easily articulated with everyone -- I can relate to the dilemma of "to blog or not to blog."
Welcome home, Thoughts and prayers are with you as always. May peace and love be with you as you recover.
We hold you up. Tis an honor. (((hugs)))
Jumping in late, but glad you are able to share this with us whenever you choose.
At seminary, we used to call it the "pastoral care gauntlet," having to let yourself be ministered to by a bunch of people who considered themselves to be experts in pastoral care. I think it's ok to take time to sort stuff out before you tell others.
Sending you love and hope for your recovery.
Writing can help us help ourselves and sometimes others benefit. It is a problem--how open does an open person have to be?
You have to be yourself and comfortable. If your heart says yes and your head says no, go with your head.
Love and prayers through everything...
Having that sort of experience on top of Katrina is way more than most of us could handle; you need to do whatever gives you most strength, and we're here on whatever terms feel best for you.
Blessings xx
I'm so glad that you are feeling better, and I totally understand the not telling people thing. (I love the term pastoral care gauntlet)
Heaping prayers on your head (virtually).
Privacy IS allowed, dear. Feel better. My prescription is the same one I gave to reverendmother the other day: chocolate and beer (or red wine, if that's your preference). Lots of sleep and especially afternoon naps as well.
Prayers, hugs, virtual chocolate, all coming your way.
BTW, I mentioned in a meeting today (with senior leadership at SBA) that I had been in Pascagoula doing rebuilding, and that they've got work to do to help the people there, and that they need to start working with the faith-based groups, who seem to be the only ones actually DOING anything. After the meeting, a lady came up to me and told me she was recently appointed to SBA in Washington but came from Ocean City, and with tears in her eyes, thanked me for coming down to help. Blew me away. Totally. I'm still being transformed by the experience of my week down there. I just wish I could do/had done much, much more. We're doing a fundraiser this weekend to help with more mission trips to the region, and I'll be thinking of you while I'm singing "A Little Priest", from Sweeney Todd...
(((St C)))
Thank you for sharing this at all. it IS hard and I feel priviledged to be able to pray for you, not pushed away because you couldn't share beforehand.
Our heavenly Father knows what's what!That's all that counts.
I'm glad to have you as an online friend :)
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