“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!