Three years ago today the doctor removed my breasts after a breast cancer diagnosis. In the three years since this time, I am thankful for every second (well, almost, minus the ailments) which has been allotted to me by the Big One up above. If it weren’t for the Big “C,” I probably never would have walked too many miles over the course of two days, never met some endearing friends, never released stressors from my life, never been more honest, never loved more deeply, never paid attention more, never thanked more people, never truly listened more, never attempted to let people know they matter on a daily basis, never laughed at myself more, and never squeezed on more people.
So, on this Sunday, for what or whom are you thankful?
Dear. I use the word dear a lot when I refer to my friends: loyal, honest, and ever present. This term may sound a bit dated to some, but this adjective works for me. I cherish these friends and love them with deep affection, and according to Dictionary.com, this defines “dear,” so I must be on the right track. A self-described old soul in an aging body, I embrace the word dear.
Currently participating in Kaitlyn Bouchillon’s #fmfpartysnailmail, I wrote my first letter to a woman blessing on my list and gladly began with a salutation of “Dear.”
And, without a doubt, I think the most important time to use dear is in prayer with the Big One above.
Thank you for all of the blessings in my life even if it takes me a while to discover them. Thank you for all of the friends who have become family. Thank you for guiding me to Kaitlyn Bouchillon’s #fmfpartysnailmail so that I may encourage others through the written word. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of an incredible man’s life. Thank you for giving a dear friend the strength to do what is right for her and her children.
In Your Name I Pray,