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Reflections in Recovery

...it helps to reflect
on the hard things in my life,
that have led to good,
and to see how God has worked...

Amy

Mercat & I (bj) have a wonderful ministry at our church called White Cross, where we make & roll bandages, gauze pads, and such for a hospital in central Africa called Tandala. I recently received a cute poem from one of the ladies in another group that I just had to share here, it is so cool. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I have.

The Saga Of A Sheet

I'm a new made sheet all hemmed and clean
Ready to be placed on the shelf of the store,
I wonder what will be my destiny,
As I watch for a buyer to come in the door.

A lady pauses near the counter board,
Excitedly she sees what she needs,
"Oh, a lovely, flowered, crisp, new sheet
...a gift for a bride, indeed."

I am carefully wrapped and carried away
To a wedding where joy does abound,
I await my turn as the bride exclaims,
"What a beautiful gift I have found."

Next I'm unpacked from among all these gifts
As on the bed I am spread.
The hands smooth me out with a loving caress,
They'll feel such cool comfort in bed.

Weeks and months roll along, I'm always in use,
I'm laundered and used day by day.
My colors may fade and threads get worn out
But I'm sturdy and useful always.

Now children have come to this busy home,
I'm transferred to their beds and play.
But now in the middle I'm getting thin
My edges beginning to fray.

In their restless sleep, I feel a slight tear,
A toe has been caught in the middle.
By morning I'm laying in two separate parts;
Now where do I go, is my riddle.

I s'pose I'd be torn up in pieces
To polish windows or into rags I'll be made,
But alas I'm laundered once again
With a nobler prupose displayed.

I'm told that I'll be enlisted
Into missionary service I'll go.
Now can this be? I'm old and worn out,
But soon I'll find out - then I'll know.

Oh no, they're tearing me up some more,
Into strips - how useless I'll be;
Off comes my selvedge and off goes the hem
What next will happen to me?

How strange - someone is sewing my strips end to end,
Now they're putting me into a whirl!
They say I'll be used in a hospital
As a bandage that nurses unfurl.

In far away Tandala across the seas
Where black people live in Zaire,
I'll be used to bring healing to wounded and sick;
I'll show then that somebody cares.

Once I brought comfort, coolness and rest,
Now I bind the wounds of the ill;
I've been torn apart but renewed in form,
I'm doing the Father's will.

All through my life I've tried to be
Full of use and availability.
It's faithfulness that counts as we are used
That determines our destiny.

By Vi Nelson

Northern Wisconsin Division

Seeing ourselves...

others are only mirrors of you.
You cannot Love or Hate something about
another, unless it reflects
something you Love or Hate
in yourself!

anonymous

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