The faintest glow of the coming dawn could be discerned in the east. Now and then fragrant breaths of stirring breezes also heralded the awakening of the farm and its inhabitants. In one of the old Roman Stem apple trees an early rising Robin gave a sharp chirp. A horse stamped his foot on the plank floor of the barn, snorting hay dust from his nostrils. Still the family slept. The old dog awakened from one of the catnaps he had taken now and then through the night. The darkness was pushed back moment by moment, colors appeared in the sky, mauve, purple, lavender, pink, faint yellow and streaks of red. The breeze quickened as light appeared in the sky. The first rays (hot) entered the east window.
Who am I? Why am I here? As a hospice chaplain, these are questions I seek to have patients for whom I help provide care answer for themselves in the most vulnerable time of their life. However, they are questions I believe we need to be asking of ourselves throughout our life, not just in our dying days. God told the prophet, Jeremiah, “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you.” In Psalm 139, David prays to God, “For it was you who formed my inward parts; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.”
What's a girl to do? Part I
“Could you help me with my husband’s funeral? My best friend says you’re OK with ‘unusual’, and, well….I don’t want the ‘usual’….”