WORST OF ALL TIME
Let it move you toward the Light...
In a world full of confusion, chaos, lack of curiosity and real conviction, I’M CRAVING JOY.
Four years ago, I was shamed, canceled and lost my work. Thankfully I grew stronger. Never again. We might be dead in the grave when God raises His Mighty Hand to unveil truths to a world that is finally listening...
.. it is not now.
For every death, injury, division and loss of anything you held dear. For all the disbelief, deep questions, and wrong - we don't need weaker souls on earth to carry forth this nation. We need stronger. We need joy, through peace and strength, to pursue the life we have been given, to pursue the light of truth, knowing God takes that and uses it for righteousness, goodness and justice.
I understand it’s not easy. We must grieve. It’s a natural God given process.
After awhile…
We owe those in heaven, those who are still hurting here on earth, the best of us.
Weak leaders, hate, violence, division, lies and encouraged death have no place in the armor of hope, peace, joy and Love.
Light. Like the light of a child.
Maybe your circumstances haven’t changed, maybe you're lost in never ending grief, hopelessness, stuck in what is done.
Maybe you lost the light on your pathway.
You’re paralyzed.
You ask? how do I hold the Hand of Hope, of immense Love, while I’m grieving? How do I allow myself to smile again? experience joy? change my perspective?
This Friday is the third anniversary of Patrick's passing. The family knew Patrick to be full of joy, strength and athleticism. Full of love for God. His spirit for life was contagious. After immeasurable pain, Patrick’s family has walked forward in the light of Patrick's joy. In God's great love for us. In Patrick’s exuberant smile. So that Patrick’s memory is never extinguished. So that his memory is a blessing.
THE WORST OF ALL TIME is sadly on repeat.
Be fearless to never again. Be fearless to live.
Put the fire back in your bones.
Break free. No limits. No excuses.
Throw everything you have to prayer and gratitude. Daily. Watch it bloom in places you never thought possible.
Let it move you. Choose joy in the midst of your circumstances so that your path forward carries you into the promise of Light :)
“There is only one ideological current, not left or right. It is DOMINION and CONTROL. Power. May every thing that exalts itself above God be crashed to the ground. Politicians, Kings, scientists, fame seekers who pretend to value humanity but are ambivalent to suffering.” - Jacqui Anderson, Patrick’s mom, from Patrick’s Story
We love you Anderson Family. Our prayers are with you always, especially this week. We lift you up in the spirit of Patrick’s joy. oxox
BBOY SAMUKA IS PURE LIVING JOY.
C.S. Lewis said, “This idea of Joy is not a satisfied desire but an unsatisfied desire - a deep longing for God, a hungry pursuit of God’s heart that never ends and is more satisfying than any earthly happiness.”
Joy is not something to hold, it is something to pursue…
I read yesterday but started to cry, had to come back to it today. The words “never again” used to sound bitter and angry to me, but then you spoke them. I couldn’t explain the impact of hearing them from you until I read this one. Of course I know people want to move on and it’s healthy to move on.. I’ve moved on from 2020, it’s just please no one forget than and never again. See I can’t remember 2020 the way I can remember all of my families from the other years. I know I’ve blocked so much of it out. And I worked in the trauma icu, not Covid icu. I would leave and come back 2 days later and my patient would have tested positive and be gone, moved to the Covid unit. One of the nurses was very pregnant and she transferred to the Covid unit, said it was better to know than not know and they had better masks there. For several (3?) months we reused the same mask for 7 days and had to beg for a new one if something happened to it.
Crying again.. If I were Patrick’s nurse I would not be okay, some days none of us are okay. When I started my new job and went in for my respirator fit test, I had a full blown panic attack when I put the mask on. This was this past March and I’ve been doing this for almost 20 years. Somedays I hear the word Covid and I want to scream. I’m not the only nurse who feels this way. I worry about the ones who are young, hope they know how to cope better than I did when I was in my 20’s..
I will never again sacrifice my soul the way I did in 2020. Some answers will never come, I can’t point a single finger it was all so messed up and chaotic.. but the next time I go to work and the rules start to change every 5 minutes or my patients are forced to die alone and I find myself afraid to hug my own children for 3 months, I will walk out that door and never look back.
All this to say thank you for saying what I could never say.
“My grace is all you need, for my power is the greatest when you are weak” 2 Corinthians 12:9
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I remember Patrick’s story and the video of his sister… the horrible treatment! Bless you for honoring him and sharing here this week! You are God’s Angel and the most caring person I know…”keep lifting me up “ says Linda. She knows you so well …knows that you will. I’ve great faith in you too, dearest Deb! God Bless and much love to you. ❤️😇