Needing Some Pretty

As I sit here looking around the faceless landscape of my moms ER room, with the ever-present hums of medical equipment and the cooling system, I reflect on many things. One is how is the canvas of my life going to look when she is gone. Bigger yet how is it going to look while she is still here. Cancer is an ugly beast and the death it brings is usually more so. This is, I am relatively sure, going to be one of a series of visits till what will be will be. We need some pretty about right now.

I showed mom some photos I have taken and stored on my old lap top to kill a little time. The Mac is old but I am grateful to have it  as a diversionary tool from the reality we are walking through right now. The following picture is one she liked because it was pretty. We are needing us some pretty right now.

Picture by The Jagged Man

Author: The Jagged Man

I am a 57 year old guy who is asking questions about life like "what does it all mean?" and " how come hair will not grow on my head but grows real fast on my ears and back?" you know the deep stuff. I am married and have been for 26 years to the same wonderful woman( read into that: she puts up with me and I married up). I believe in Jesus Christ and that He died for all. The rest I am still working on.

5 thoughts on “Needing Some Pretty”

  1. Dear John, I am so sorry to hear about your mother. Yes, it will be a long hard road to go down, but you will find that the love that develops, if you are faithful, will be the deepest you will ever encounter in life, and it will be quite different than most people think of as love. I know there are many things available today that offer hope. Yes, you need pretty right now… but also let a little humor creep in now and again… This photo is simply gorgeous… and it reveals the capacity you have for such love. You are both in my prayers.

    1. Thank you. I call this taking the Walk because running away from or through life’s trials does not stop the pain (or worse regret). If we Walk we are more likely to hear the subtle pressing upon our being. Still it is hard but I have made the choice to just Walk.

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