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