A time for every purpose under heaven
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
Every day, I am humbled when I read stories about those who have faced and overcome terrible injuries and life-threatening illnesses. Some I've witnessed personally... others, I've only read about. My ex has an aunt who has been battling cancer for years. Her grace and courage are incredible. Her reason for living? Her son, who will turn 17 this coming February. For years now we've been told to prepare for her passing, yet she has somehow managed to pull through. The only thing I've ever heard her complain about? Being tired. Amazing.
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
Major Pain (aka Capt. B) wrote a story about a young girl facing an incredible challenge- she was born short one chromosome, a condition which rarely results in a live birth much less living beyond birth. Last year she adopted a Marine from anysoldier. Much to her surprise, this young man named her an Honorary Marine. She BEAMED at the thought. Ever since, when she has faced medical procedures, she just bucks up, and forges ahead, with an "Ooh Rah!" because "Marines don't back down." This child is only 12, but has the courage of a true warrior.
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
1SG Keith has been in the hospital for a couple of days now, recovering from knee surgery. I know he's in pain, yet he's soldiering on. Some Soldier's Mom shared her son Noah's injury and recovery with us through her blog, capturing the attention of a national audience. Capt. Z and Sgt. Lizzie both got their happy asses blown up in Iraq, yet survived and carry on, with family by their sides. My Mom has scleroderma, yet she continues to do absolutely everything she possibly can- even when it hurts. I once had to hold her over a toilet because she couldn't sit down, she was in so much pain, yet she didn't hardly complain. As ALa put it, after watching AB give birth to a 9 pound "behemoth", "It's hard to watch someone you love in so much pain and not be able to do anything to ease it."
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!
Today, John linked a story about a Canadian Soldier who was injured in Afghanistan a couple of months ago. He had only been in country for 3 weeks, yet saw 2 of his friends die, and several more severely injured- himself included. Despite it all, he wants to go back. I remember when American Soldier was injured, and was shipped home. He was devastated. Sniper was injured several times in Afghanistan, yet he couldn't wait to get back with his guys and go out again and again.
They were all injured, or fell ill, due to different reasons, yet all of the above have either recovered, or are still recovering. None died. In reading their stories, I've noticed a few common threads:
1. The injured/sick all have incredible spirits and positive attitudes.
2. They all have a strong support network of family and friends.
3. None feel sorry for themselves, and are anxious to get back in the fight.
Perhaps there is a reason, or a season, for everything... but we, as the support network, can have no "seasons". Our "reason" is to help our loved one through a difficult and painful time, and we must remain strong and do everything we can to support them, love them, and help them recover. I've come to believe that recovery is a 50/50 thing- half up to the patient, and the other half up to those who love the patient.
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
Every day, I am humbled when I read stories about those who have faced and overcome terrible injuries and life-threatening illnesses. Some I've witnessed personally... others, I've only read about. My ex has an aunt who has been battling cancer for years. Her grace and courage are incredible. Her reason for living? Her son, who will turn 17 this coming February. For years now we've been told to prepare for her passing, yet she has somehow managed to pull through. The only thing I've ever heard her complain about? Being tired. Amazing.
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
Major Pain (aka Capt. B) wrote a story about a young girl facing an incredible challenge- she was born short one chromosome, a condition which rarely results in a live birth much less living beyond birth. Last year she adopted a Marine from anysoldier. Much to her surprise, this young man named her an Honorary Marine. She BEAMED at the thought. Ever since, when she has faced medical procedures, she just bucks up, and forges ahead, with an "Ooh Rah!" because "Marines don't back down." This child is only 12, but has the courage of a true warrior.
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
1SG Keith has been in the hospital for a couple of days now, recovering from knee surgery. I know he's in pain, yet he's soldiering on. Some Soldier's Mom shared her son Noah's injury and recovery with us through her blog, capturing the attention of a national audience. Capt. Z and Sgt. Lizzie both got their happy asses blown up in Iraq, yet survived and carry on, with family by their sides. My Mom has scleroderma, yet she continues to do absolutely everything she possibly can- even when it hurts. I once had to hold her over a toilet because she couldn't sit down, she was in so much pain, yet she didn't hardly complain. As ALa put it, after watching AB give birth to a 9 pound "behemoth", "It's hard to watch someone you love in so much pain and not be able to do anything to ease it."
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!
Today, John linked a story about a Canadian Soldier who was injured in Afghanistan a couple of months ago. He had only been in country for 3 weeks, yet saw 2 of his friends die, and several more severely injured- himself included. Despite it all, he wants to go back. I remember when American Soldier was injured, and was shipped home. He was devastated. Sniper was injured several times in Afghanistan, yet he couldn't wait to get back with his guys and go out again and again.
They were all injured, or fell ill, due to different reasons, yet all of the above have either recovered, or are still recovering. None died. In reading their stories, I've noticed a few common threads:
1. The injured/sick all have incredible spirits and positive attitudes.
2. They all have a strong support network of family and friends.
3. None feel sorry for themselves, and are anxious to get back in the fight.
Perhaps there is a reason, or a season, for everything... but we, as the support network, can have no "seasons". Our "reason" is to help our loved one through a difficult and painful time, and we must remain strong and do everything we can to support them, love them, and help them recover. I've come to believe that recovery is a 50/50 thing- half up to the patient, and the other half up to those who love the patient.
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