Stormy Weather Brought Me Back Home

Dear Reader:

I am back home safe and sound…getting in a little after nine last night. I got to Lincolnville before the rains hit and believe me they hit. Crossing the bridges, however, was spectacular because the lightning  literally lit up the skies with the most peculiar shades of pink in the last vestiges of light.

As I stared up at the awe-inspiring skies…I smiled at the eternal question man asks, “The question isn’t whether God is up there…but whether He’s down here.” (Now that one I do know…God is everywhere and I do mean everywhere!)

One of Grandmother Wilson’s favorite responses she gave when asked if she was tired at the end of a day….was “No rest for the wicked, and the righteous don’t need none.”  (To this day that expression still puzzles me…because I try to be as righteous as possible most days and hold off the “wicked” part of life best I know how…but darn if I’m not tired…a happy tired…but tired.

So I will wait until I rise this morning refreshed and ready to take on the world before sharing some stories, thoughts, and photos from the past few days with you on tomorrow’s blog post.

Update: I still have my bandages on my foot up to my knee. Even though I was disappointed yesterday that March 15 didn’t mark the end of the weekly five months worth of visits as hopefully deemed possible… I couldn’t be upset with the doctors or nurses because I could tell the medical team was just as disappointed as me for me… and like Doodle reminded me…the wound will completely heal in God’s time…and it will.

*Besides I should have known the Ides of March might upset the apple cart. It is historically known as the day Caesar was assassinated by acquaintances, his closest friend being Brutus… Caesar’s dying words were uttered at the sadness of his friend’s betrayal...Et Tu Brute?  (And for me…Et tu oh five month foot wound?)

I had written farewell/appreciation cards to the team as a whole and a couple of special “Friday friends” who I bonded with (one was leaving and facing surgery next week.) I had also stopped by the bundt cake company (about a mile from the treatment center) and picked up 12 small individual cakes.

*I kiddingly told the team I wasn’t taking the box of mini-cakes back home with me (since it turned out not to be the last appointment)…but they had better enjoy them ‘in the moment’ because they just got their finale treats early. 🙂

So until tomorrow….”I need to stop looking for what I want to hear from God and instead listen to what He is trying to tell me”

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

*Thanks Gin-g for the special little bouquet of mixed flowers…it brought me the smile (as I made a run for it to the porch from the car last night) I could really use after the medical disappointment.

Perfect timing!

 

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About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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6 Responses to Stormy Weather Brought Me Back Home

  1. bcparkison says:

    Well RATS! God just isn’t through with the foot yet.
    Pretty flowers and lovely little cakes.

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  2. Beverly Dufford says:

    So sorry. When you get the all clear, we will have to go celebrate since you celebrated early with the team. In the movie, “Angels in the Outfield” (I think that was the one), two little boys who wanted to be adopted or claimed by someone always kept hoping. One would say, “It could happen.” I not only believe the healed foot could happen, but I believe that it will happen, and it will happen soon. Since it isn’t my foot, and you have endured five long and often painful months, I can only imagine how hard it is for you when they say, “Not quite yet.” Prayers!

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    • Becky Dingle says:

      I suppose God must just be putting the finishing touches on the end product to make it strong enough to last the rest of the journey! 🙂

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  3. Lynn Gamache says:

    Yes, difficult for sure! But as I’ve been told and often shared with others, we must believe that so often in life our disappointments are “His appointments”…and from this comes not only a learning of patience (if we remain teachable) and many other good gifts we cannot see as yet…Blessings!

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  4. Becky Dingle says:

    I love that phrase “Our disappointments are His appointments”….in God’s time…He can see the future and knows what this foot needs before being released.

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