Tag: surrender

Not much for words today

~ Lisa M. Boyd ~ 4 Comments

I am unable to post any pictures do to storage issues that I don’t have time to take care of at the moment. Hopefully soon enough though…

I got Covid last month when I had posted about my Breast Implant Illness, and my surgery to remove my implants was postponed. It is tomorrow, and I am so anxious. I am trying to know there’s a place where fear has to face the God I know. This is that place. Tomorrow at 2:00 is this place. As I write this tears are welling up in my eyes, I am just tired in every aspect of life. Yet I am blessed, and this I know.

My breast cancer journey has been so long, and this body is very tired. I know it is the absolute right thing to do, yet I am human. I do fear the unknown. I don’t know what that first glance in the mirror will be like. I already lost my breasts 2 and a half years ago, but aesthetically I have had two sets of implants now. So I don’t know what a flat chest will look like.

I have such a beautiful support system (my husband), family, and friends are surrounding us in prayer! Please if you pray, pray with us. I just ask for peace that surpasses all understanding.

I don’t have a lot in me today. So I will keep it short. Blessings all…🙏🏻

This last weekend my hubby took me out, and I felt like a princess/ballerina 🩰
Ironically this was taken 2 plus years ago before my first set of implants after my double mastectomy. Same place at Christmas.
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One-Liner Wednesday –God the ultimate surgeon

~ Lisa M. Boyd ~ 9 Comments

“Prayer is the best medicine, and God is the best doctor”.

Friday at 12:00 o’clock I will be the patient that is represented in the picture above. I will be undergoing my 5th surgery is 2 years on my breasts. I know God will stand right at my side. I absolutely love the picture above, it is beautiful! It is a perfect representation of all I need to carry me!

I saw my surgeon yesterday, and what was supposed to be done October 28th was asked of me for this Friday. Honestly I could hardly breathe as tears streamed down my face when I got the phone call while shopping. All I could do was say let me call my husband. This is just so soon. I knew we both knew it was what needed to be done. So here we go again! As faith will carry us, and God as our guide. We are tired, I am more than tired. So if you pray, please join us! I am God’s, and although I am far from understanding all of this trauma to my body, I have to remain in good spiritual health. Blessings all…🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 Breast Cancer Warrior 🎀

https://lindaghill.com/2022/09/21/one-liner-wednesday-dragons-and-fairy-tales/

My butterfly ballad

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At one time for years I thought I had this perfect swagger to the dance I shared with the bottle. I was sure I could model this ballad after Travolta. I am sure now it would have repulsed ya

At one time I thought I was elegant with each step in sync. Little did I know my feet were toppling over one another in a my inebriated stagger. The ballad I waltzed to was in my head. The record needle scratching, and screeching to the beat of my feet. My audience begging me to stop, might as well have been dead. I had a zombie state of mind. Thinking I was oh so fine

As I now fast forward to my dance today some years later, my feet do indeed move more swiftly in-sync. Today when I wake I start my day off with prayer, and from there I am not in a need of my same dance partner I had in the booze. The ballad has changed its tune in my heart. It’s pure art, made from musical notes of peace and serenity. Something that with each chord rings a melody of redemptions freedom played upon my deepest vein

As I place my feet upon the floor they are in one accord with the notes orchestrated by Jesus’s hand, not my own nor made by man. My feet glide, and they are free of my toes entanglements. My ears hear the melody of the new ballad written for me. I dance oh so beautifully, because I am free of the bottle that once enveloped my whole being. It’s my butterfly waltz

My once very broken wings were given flight of dance. So colorful, and youthful this new ballad made for me by Him…Because I was made for Him by Him. The ballad my feet dance too are a hymnal to my heart, pure art by my makers hand..Jesus takes my hand, asks me for this dance, as we cut a rug oh so snug in His will

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One-Liner Wednesday-love hard, be kind, we never know if this is our last day to make a difference

~ Lisa M. Boyd ~ 5 Comments

An elderly man went to his barber twice a week. The barber said to him, ”sir you hardly have any hair to cut for as often as you come in ”. The elderly man exclaimed, “this is the only time I get any kind of human touch”.

Be kind, be gentle, love hard, and live & love everyday like it’s your last. God gave us one life, and we never know when it is over….

http://lindaghill.com/2022/06/22/one-liner-wednesday-ive-got-the-power/