Who's driving you around?

Before my brain thing, I was in control and driving life...or so I thought! Graduate high school...Check! Get a degree...Check! Get a job...Check! Get married...Check! Have 2 kids...Check! Brain aneurysm...Check! Whoa! Okay, now who's driving the bus?

I surrendered my driver's license a year ago due to disability, but what a wonderful metaphor this turned out to be! I am both literally and figuratively no longer able to drive. God had me raise the bar on my perspective of life and surrender to His taxi cab.

I now have a new mantra..."Let life come to you!" Let it meet you where you are and leave the driving to someone else! And guess what? It's been okay! Really! I manage to get where I'm supposed to be, and go where I'm supposed to go! I'm letting life drive me around now for a while, and Wow! Such freedom!

Ever feel like a pinball?

I am overwhelmed! Just spent the day surfing the web about blogging and realized I am completely uneducated! Wow! Blog forums, SMS, RSS feeds...ACK! What have I gotten myself into?

I have been jumping around much like those old pinballs, but I am definitely at "TILT"!! Who knew it was so complicated? And who is the authority anyway?

Thank God I have an authority on life...Jesus! His Word is so simple. I think it's the only way to navigate through the mess! Now I'm ready to rack the high score!

Got gnomes?

Okay, five months is a bit neglectful, but life got in the way...my bad. It's time for a fresh start! It's summertime and I am heeding the nudges to write...be it blogging or grocery lists, so here goes!

It's been over a year now since my brain aneurysm and my thoughts are now turning more reflective and always grateful. I am so glad not to remember much about the aneurysm itself. What comes to mind now are silly memories of the trauma, like remembering a conversation I had with Dave in ICU wherein I asked him if there was a little gnome sitting in the room with us... no doubt drug-induced, but I have to wonder...maybe a different sort of whisperer? This memory recently prompted my son to purchase a cute little lawn memento for me that stands 6 inches high and now sits atop our piano to keep me grounded. I've always thought butterflies were the only God-whispered creatures in my life, but I'm expanding my circle now to include a mystical bearded phe-gnome...pun intended!

The little gnome represents my disbelief that I actually had the aneurysm. I am almost 100% recovered it seems...just trying to regain my balance now. That being said, I have to rely on the testimony of friends and family to complete the story of my trauma since my recollection is sketchy and unclear. "Did I actually have BRAIN surgery?" "I flew in a medi-vac helicopter...REALLY?!" I find myself once again having to put my faith in the "unseen"...be it gnomes or God!