When I was nine, doctors told my parents not to expect me to live beyond the year.

 

I did.

 

 

When I was twenty-one, my doctor told me I should not have children.

 

Today I have two man-boys.

 

When I was twenty-eight and giving birth to my first baby boy, an X-ray tech came up to my room to meet me and said (sort of enthusiastically) that my lungs "look like an old,

old man dying of severe emphysema."

 

 

I said "Ta-Da!"

A few years back, a doctor (not mine) saw an X-ray of my lungs and said, "Holy sh#@"

 

I beamed and said, "I know."

 

Years ago multiple doctors told me I would most likely need a lung transplant before fifty.

 

Today I am fifty-one.

 

Five years ago I could do this!

 

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My life has been a miracle...

I thank God for each breath.

 

 

And although I can no longer nail that fancy handstand... 

nor can I create in the LARGE, 

painting huge  6'x 9' paintings as I once did...

I know God has a purpose in it.

 

 

So here I sit, peacefully creating in the SMALL,

laying down patterns of whimsy with

my ink pen, while my mind is free to listen to podcasts,

ponder, meditate, and muse.

It is a good season to be in.

  

 "When I stand before God at the end of my life, I hope that I don't have a single bit of talent left,

and say, I used everything you gave me."

-Erma Bombeck

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