The poem gives me new energy this morning. There is a glorious snowfall. I think I will take a walk. I did the same a week ago and I was struck by the thought that the snow on the limbs and branches of the trees was really a tangible witness to God’s love and the Spirit’s grace. I wonder what I will see today? Maybe all the bare branches will be open and lifting up in prayer to the Creator.
It is only of late after some 35 + years that I have realized that my commitment to the Cystic Fibrosis community was indeed personally transforming. You see, our son has CF and I considered everything I did as ‘personal’. Of late, I have accepted it as a community ministry. Slowly, I am leaving the ego, the competitiveness and the need for personal affirmation aside. Maybe, I will write about all the impact on me, my wife, our family and of course, our son. He has become my role model.
