In the morning, Lord, You hear my voice;
in the morning I lay my requests before You and wait expectantly.
(Psalm 5:3 NIV)
Open eyes to sun-soaked room
Sleepy stretch and stir awake
Feet touch down upon the floor
First steps prepare to take
Before I stand
I kneel and pray
So grateful to you, Lord
For waking me today
Made it to kitchen
Shoes on my feet
Music ready
Morning air to greet
The sun-kissed dew
Sparkles so
Blue skies waiting
Off I go
My feet they march
Upon the ground
One, then two
Rhythm found
Each step I take
Silent I pray
Thank you, Lord
For waking me today
Cool breeze blows
Sun shines down
Birds they chirp
Bees buzz ‘round
Flowers bloom
Colors bright
Green leaves sway
In morning light
Legs they carry
Body and soul
Mind unsettled
Heart not whole
Heavy thoughts
In the way, still
Thank you, Lord
For waking me today
Doubts they cloud
Mind overflowing
Burdened be
Feet keep going
Got the news
Heavy heart
Life gone too soon
Lives ripped apart
Still I walk
Still I breathe
Why did she go?
Why not me?
Beautiful morning
Again I say
Thank you, Lord
For waking me today
Take a breath
Life sustained
Soul is crushed
Feeling pained
Walked same path
Different shoes
Desperate to win
Still she’d lose
Guilt pursues
A quickened pace
But won’t let fear
Win this race
I’m still here
God knows why
Must choose to live
Not wait to die
Live for the moment
No other way
Thank you, Lord
For waking me today
I’ll walk for her
And others too
Who can no longer walk
Like I can do
Feel the wind on my face
The sun on my skin
No trophy, no medal
But life for the win
Drink it all in
Bask in the rays
Breathe in God’s goodness
The rest of my days
Not my place to question
His Will be done
It’s by living, not dying
This race will be won
My steps may be numbered
Still humbly I say
Lord, I’m grateful to you
For waking me today
The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in Him; though he may stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord uphold him with His hand.
Psalm 37:23-24, NIV
In memory of Debbie, Angi, Terri, Melanie, Cathy, Ellen, and Crystal;
and in tribute to all the others living with metastatic breast cancer
Beautifully written, yet so sad. Not only dealing with the challenges you face daily, but also the additional losses of those you have gotten to know along the way. You did not choose this path, but way you face it head on is amazing to me.