With the Sidewalk Prophets singing “Keep Making Me” in the background, I sit here contemplating how to start the many blog posts running through my head.
I am overcome with a wave of love that begins in my belly, funnels to my heart and out through my head. I get lost in the words of the song, “I’m completed when you are with me…Lord please keep making me. “
I knew I would confront trials, I just didn’t think it would involve four cherished family members dying within weeks of each other, the most influential to me being my dad.
As the words of the song beckon me to express my love for dad, my dear uncle, glorious cousin and spicy aunt. I understand that this is a part of the change process that I have yearned for. To live life as they did is how I can express my love and how I can continue to be made.
Thus, as I resume my work, my love for them is put to action. I can work in my balcony garden knowing that dad gave me the gift of loving the dirt, and can create meals where “even my mistakes are edible” as my dear uncle would say of his dynamic, healthy cooking. I can continue to organize Sunday community gatherings as my glorious cousin would host, and I can be faithful in church stewardship as my spicy aunt was.
Please stay tune to read about their influence in my work.