I am fascinated with doors. Intrigued by their diversity it seems doors can describe so much about what is on the other side either by their detail or their simplicity. They often reflect the traveler’s relationship to a point of entry.
There are times when doors open onto a challenging and difficult path. Walking through these portals may call on as much courage as one can gather. Today I am at the entrance of such a door.
My cancer has returned. For the third time I have heard a doctor say ‘there is a small mass in your breast’. Malignant… but caught early! We discuss the options with little need for the explanations shared with a beginner.
Tomorrow morning I will enter the sterile doors of an operating room. I will be meeting these doors as I have for all of my other surgeries- with faith in God’s healing spirit, trust in those who will care for me and gratitude for all who hold me in their thoughts and prayers.
As I look at my life I see a series of amazing and beautiful doorways. Each have opened and encouraged my own growth and understanding. Not all are easy nor attractive I have moved through them with determination and the same curiosity as any other.
Like the wardrobe in CS Lewis’, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe – many thresholds lead us into places where we must use strength, wisdom and courage we never knew was within us. Thresholds that lead us into places where our faith is enriched and we discover things new and filled with wonder.
With all of this in my mind and heart, I give thanks for God’s grace and care.
8 thoughts on “At the threshold…”
Thanks so much for sharing this, Carrie. I am sorry to hear this sad news. Your positive attitude and your faith are an inspiration to me. God’s blessings as you pass through this new threshold.
Peace and grace to you.
I have had a week or peace and grace. Thank you for your kind words and support.
Thank you, Lisa. It’s been quite a month! I have felt this LOVE and am grateful.
Peace my friend.
Sending prayers of healing grace your way ~ ~ ~
Thank you. Such prayerful care has made such a difference.
My beloved Carrie, you continue to amaze me with your loving courage and strength that you have moved through life with. Every time I read something of your thoughts and wisdom, I am reminded that there really are ways and methods for dealing with life in a positive and healthy manner. I don’t believe that I know anyone else on this planet like you, Carrie.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
It makes me so happy to see you at this bench. Life’s challenges are hard enough (in my experience). There is a difference between fighting them and facing them. I like to lean toward facing.
I am forever grateful for your love and care.