Allow me to stay for a moment in my last post, Lifeboats. I reflected on how it seemed that God always sent a lifeboat at pivotal points in my life. He still does today. In addition I believe that “Thy rod and thy staff” also comes to us by means of people. Life is hard and no one ever said it would be easy. I can look back at the worse day of my life, the loss of my son and thank God for the lifeboat(s) that He sent me. I feel like that lifeboat was in the form a man, my Paul. He knew that I would need someone who is patient, understanding and kind.
In that same spirit I believe as we navigate through the waters of sometimes rough waves there are those who’ve been placed in our lives for specific reasons. Buoys to guide us and anchors to ground us in this world of uncertainty. Don’t misread this, there is but one True North in my life and only one Lighthouse but I couldn’t imagine my life without helpers.
My Sisters-to-me, Michelle, Vanessa, Sandra, Janie – they each bring something different in my life. My blood sister, Cindy she does too. They bring what is needed to my world to offer comfort, support, companion, honesty. I cannot imagine getting through my life without each of them. They’re the buoys that listen, cry with me, laugh with me, hurt with me, champion with me, diet with me, complain with me, nudge me. They keep me sane and alive. They are my heartbeat and I love them so dear – I pray we all live forever together 🙂 (It takes a village, people). These ladies have seen me through my worse and they still love me. I’m so very fortunate to have many friends and lots of precious family that I absolutely adore. I consider even my Cooper and Jake (my lab dogs) to be Buoys. They give me purpose in child-like figures to love.
Linda & Tammy, more buoys! God put them in my life at the exact time I needed them. They’re such beautiful Godly women and to watch how they serve is such an inspiration to me. I can only hope to be the women they are in this sense.
I also have plenty of anchors and maybe they all serve as one in the same. Perhaps my biggest though is the one I spoke about in the beginning of this post. That is my husband, my Paul. When it is all said and done, at the end of the day, when I’m drained, when I’m all cried out, when I just need someone to have an arm around me, tissue in hand, without judgment, it’s Paul. He holds me down, reels me in when I stray too far in my thoughts. He reminds me of my goodness, then restores my faith in myself. I am a very blessed woman and I do not take it lightly.
Can you count the buoys and anchors in your life? I am so sure you can.