Passion



Passion is a gritty kind of love, tough and

optimistic enthusiasm that overcomes negativity and inconvenience to make it

through to the end. (10,000 Reasons Overflow)


Friday, June 29, 2007

Lessons...

Joshua 3:5 Joshua told the people, "Consecrate yourselves, for tomorrow the LORD will do amazing things among you."
Like most of my days, God never ceases to amaze me! I have learned lessons these past two days that I am going to tell you about.



Lesson 1. Be in pictures. So what if my hair needs a dye job, so what if my make up isn't perfect, so what if I am too fat. Be in pictures so that loved ones will have memories when we're gone.



Lesson 2. Sometimes it's not about winning. There is a contest for my walk that the winner who writes the best entry for why they walk during the 3 day wins coverage of $2200 (the minimum donation one must raise to participate in the 3 day). I wrote it (see below), and I wrote it in the hopes that I will win, but if I don't, it's ok, I wrote it for me.



Lesson 3. People love & support you that you've never met. Ok, I totally know this from MY perspective. I pray for people that I don't know, I love them, I support them when I can, but today I got a donation from someone I just "met" via the blog for my walk. WOW. Blown away.

Lesson 4. Don't be afraid. I was so nervous, so afraid of all the aspects of my walk. God eased my heart about all of them.

Am I the only one that the love God gives us, blows me away? I fell like the seeds on a dandelion that get blown by a little kid. Reminds me of this song:

Your love is amazing, steady and unchanging
Your love is a mountain, firm beneath my feet
Your love is a mystery, how you gently lift me
When I am surrounded, your love carries me
Hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, your love makes me sing
Hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, your love makes me sing
Your love is surprising, I can feel it rising
All the joy that's growing deep inside of me
Every time I see you, all your goodness shines through
And I can feel this God song, rising up in me
Yes, you make me sing
Lord, you make me sing, sing, sing
How you make me sing

Why I walk by Margie Maierle

To try to put my finger on why I am walking in the 3 day breast cancer walk is like trying to nail down jello. There are so many reasons. I walk for those who have passed before us, I walk for those who have survived. I walk for those who held their breath during a breast exam or a mammogram, and who held their breath waiting for the results.

My mom died when I was 16 months old, she was 31. Both of these ages seem too young. I walk in the hope that one day I hope that I can truly celebrate Mother’s Day. I am a mother of a beautiful daughter, but when I think of Mother’s Day, I think of all the projects made for someone else, not my mom. I think of the flowers brought to her grave. I think of all the times when someone would hear that I didn’t have a mom and ask me about it.

I walk because the one thing my mother taught me long after she was gone was how much you can love your children. I walk in honor of my mom who knew love so big that she chose my life over hers. She didn’t have the option of treatment, She was pregnant when she found out she had breast cancer. Well, she had the option, but it would have killed me, because she was pregnant with me. She chose my life, in doing that, she chose to give up her own. She loved me before she knew me, that much. After she died, the doctor told my dad that even if she would have had the treatment, she wouldn’t have survived anyway, that was almost 33 years ago. In honor of her choices, I named my daughter Phyllis, after her. A name that in my mind, only means one thing, love.

For most of my life, I thought I would die young, I thought that before the age of 32, I would too, die. I celebrated my 32nd birthday, not my 30th. I held my breath the entire day that my daughter was the same age as me (to the day) when my mom died. It sounds silly, but to me, it didn’t seem silly. I walk so that Breast cancer will not be a death sentence. I walk so that no other child will know the pain of losing a mother.

I walk in honor of my dad, my cousins, my aunts, uncles, and all of my family who miss her. I walk in honor of my daughter who never had the opportunity to meet someone with that much love. I walk in honor of myself who has daily struggles of missing her mom, and misses that I can’t just pick up a phone and call her.

I walk for hope.
I walk for a mother’s love.

4 comments:

Sara said...

smarty pants. i love you.

Elizabeth said...

WOW!! and you say you can't write?!! you are awesome, now pass the tissue! you are a winner no matter what! i love you!

Terry said...

I really do think that all of you guys that are of the "Miss Patty" connection are all good writers.
How it satisfies my soul as I read Mrs. Mac's, Sara's, Miss Patty, Arlene, and your blog Margie!
I will have to check out Elizabeth.
My only complaint though is too many good blog sites...not ENOUGH time!....Love Terry

Terry said...

Hi Margie...Did you get my email ok or did I lose it in cyber space?
I am pretty good at that!!
Have a great weekend!...Love Terry