“Come to the water
stand by my side
I know you are thirsty
you wont be denied”
Words that we sang
we could drink deep
take refreshing sips
the well is always full
There are days I doubt
distracted by drought
when I have been starving
you have always provided
what I needed
even in my disbelief
you shared your pool of mercy
where I could bathe in hope
Do you ever face days where you can’t see past the trial or the trouble? Do the words “He will provide” seem trite? I cannot count for you how many times He has provided food for my family when the cupboards (and bank account) were bare. I am reminded of the prayer of my child for shoes and the next day I was given money that bought four pairs of shoes for my little ones. And the prayers of a preteen whose best friend has just lost her mom when we find out I also have cancer.
Sometimes life seems like Russian Roulette and The doctor says “you might live and you might die.”
In a van going to another country to get alternate treatment the woman next to me tells me her bleak story. “There are very few healthy cells left in my body. Maybe a month left now and so I made this trip as a last hope even if it can buy more time with my kids. They have no one except me. No one…” Her 18 year old son sits next to her. He is her designated caregiver because there is no one else.
Cancer takes on a new meaning for me as God pulls me out of my own dark reverie to pray without ceasing for this young mom.
I am assured not beaten down
I am certain that God has a plan not destruction
I am lifted up on eagles wings not on a paper airplane…
Weeks of treatment go by. The woman has had many up and downs. I sit with her one day during treatment and she starts going downhill. She hands me her PET scan. “The cancer is diminished. I may have more than a year now.” As she leaves the hospital she hands me her PET scan done that day. There are little bitty pieces of cancer. I am going home with more than a figthing chance and I know many prayers…”
If this God cares about shoes and a woman’s cells then does He also not care for your circumstances? What about the World’s?”
CoVid-19 is indeed scary so is having no money.
He knows your every need He hears your every prayer!!!
“You keep track of all my sorrows.
You have collected all my tears in your bottle.
You have recorded each one in your book.”
Most of my clients don’t need to pump their own water though some are on well water.
I recently got a call from adopted family in Africa. ” My wife is sick and the baby is bloated.There are no resources and no medicine and the hospitals are out of reach.”
Have your wife lay down and drink 6 bottles of water each day and give the baby spoonfuls of water. (clean water )
Dont get me wrong water is not the answer to all our problems but hydration is a huge issue for our health.
Many Elderly are not getting enough water (coffee and soda drinks do not qualify as hydrating fluids). I know a caregiver that would stop all fluids at 5 pm so there would be no night-time brief changes. That convenience puts an elderly person at risk.
Elderly people often don’t drink until they are thirsty. All of our senses diminish with ages so most seniors are not getting enough hydration.
I have seen that clients with a better diet and hydration seem to have higher function.
I am all for health for the elderly. I have had several family members who were/are chronic illness and drug free into their 90s. They were all active, ate well and water was their main fluid.
I drink about 80 oz of water each day – how about you?
start with a pint
work up to a quart
neck, shoulders are strong
carrying water always work
Our friend started carrying water on his head at two. It’s part of life when you need to move water from the well to your home. Many heads gets the job done.
Our first trip to Uganda we fought a fire. The children (from 3 and up) were the water carriers. They faithfully moved jugs of up to 40 gallons to put out the fire that was engulfing their school. I can’t even carry one gallon on my head.
There were children
that we didn’t hear
there were mamas
burdens to bear
there was water
miles carried away
there was sunshine
too busy everyday
a well where people praise
water on their heads
children stop to play
we call her Pawell
laughter heard today
sonshine spills from hearts
one blue cup each
flows easily through her hands
dry river beds
laughter’s pure reflection
sing song they learn A B Cs
so young to be old
internal Acholi’s strength
Nile clouds my vision
If I share a handful of their giggles, would you share a handful of precious water?
This week’s Word Press photo challenge is Reflections
and Reflections at Weekly Tanka Prompt
fills our cup
times of drought
each wet drop
one faithful pump
children fire brigade
While we were there – From this one pump more than 80 children were refreshed, a school fire was quenched, and there were still more drops.
So much demand had been placed on this single pump. On our last day they had to do a major overhaul or lose the water giving pump.
Here’s a poem about the fire the staff and children bravely fought.
beckons my eye
nature in perfect balance
see small loveliness
blue reds rise autumn dawn
tail twitches “welcome”
Happy 1st day of December to each of you lovely people!
Weary of this dusty land
searching for a single drop
refreshment little remains
tho many for you have sought
sojourn in the desert
on weary feet I walk
thirsting for oasis
…and hopelessly I stop
rushing free the fountain
my hands eagerly reach out
touching living water
unencumbered by the drought
a wellspring ever deep
daily relieves my doubt
dry robes gone I dive
“drink all you can” – I shout
As the land that I call “home” is being devastated by drought (now thirsty wildfire), I am reminded anew of how satisfying a dip into cool water is on the hottest of days.
“For I will pour water on the thirsty land, and streams on the dry ground; I will pour my Spirit upon your offspring, and my blessing on your descendants.”
“And the Lord will guide you continually and satisfy your desire in scorched places and make your bones strong; and you shall be like a watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail.”
“…but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”
“And he said to me, “It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. To the thirsty I will give from the spring of the water of life without payment.”
Sharing with Godinterest
Were I a bird on the wing
I would perform
an aria I would sing
you would marvel
at the tone
on the limb
I perch alone
Were I a fish in a stream
I would dazzle with colors
blue, red, green
against the current
I would go
by the flow
Were I a drop of water in a lake
community we’d make
you and me
flowing toward the sea
“He that commends me to mine own content
Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
I to the world am like a drop of water
That in the ocean seeks another drop,
Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,
Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself:
So I, to find a mother and a brother,
In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.”
― William Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors
Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Unity.
I had an ominous dream
time had passed before my eyes
a dark cloud swept over our earth
filled with dark corruption and lies
a storm charged with hate
no control how it spun
ripping apart all that inspired
where the final gate was hung
inside was preserved
only one small tiny world
open-faced smiling flowers
and one grey mourning dove
a brick path had been laid so long ago
and the arbor overgrown
shielded unique flowers
from the cold biting snow
frozen were the tears
that lay upon my cheek
as beauty was discarded
ripped apart so to speak
and now what is left
I can tell you what is not
today beauty died
the remaining world now LOST
“Time began in a garden.” and it will end there as well. I sometimes have imagined with my children what the garden of Eden must have been like. We all liked the idea of riding tigers, talking to the monkeys, and being lifted up in the trunk of an elephant. The part of the garden that was different from all gardens was the absence of SIN. That would mean the animals would have gotten along. Many claim that the lion laying down the lamb at the end of the Age. I was struck by a visual that I saw in an article written by a young Pakistan woman. She spoke of how life had been simple in her (impoverished) village but people looked after each other and they celebrated the good fortune of another. In the garden of life, people care for one another. She expressed her consternation at the change of the bigger village in just 50 years since the days when people would split their last loaf of bread with another. In this new society man throws a struggling survivor of a boat (in the sea) because their beliefs are not the same. Children are taught to wield blades bigger than themselves – their prey is man.
Truly our garden is dying.
“Therefore you will joyously draw water From the springs of salvation.”
Genesis 3:22-24“Then the LORD God said, “Behold, the man has become like one of Us, knowing good and evil; and now, he might stretch out his hand, and take also from the tree of life, and eat, and live forever”– therefore the LORD God sent him out from the garden of Eden, to cultivate the ground from which he was taken. So He drove the man out; and at the east of the garden of Eden He stationed the cherubim and the flaming sword which turned every direction to guard the way to the tree of life.”
“Then he showed me a river of the water of life, clear as crystal, coming from the throne of God and of the Lamb, in the middle of its street On either side of the river was the tree of life, bearing twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit every month; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.”
“And the wolf will dwell with the lamb, And the leopard will lie down with the young goat, And the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; And a little boy will lead them. 7Also the cow and the bear will graze, Their young will lie down together, And the lion will eat straw like the ox.…”