Mission Accomplished
Yesterday, I accomplished my maltese pictures, and yes, I had a good time. The photographer was great, and my groomer indispensable. The puppies were tired out before we were done, but we got some good shots, I think. If you are interested in seeing them, let me know, and I will share the password to the online proofs.
Though this was about "fun", I also discovered it went deeper. In some ways, it was about overcoming. It was about keeping the upper hand about cancer and my baldness. Though I doubt my ability to word this well, let me just say that at times, I find myself glancing in the mirror and thinking, "hideous!" And, at other times, the thought runs through my head, "but, this isn't my fault. I haven't done anything wrong." I think it is interesting...I think back to the passage in Genesis, where Adam and Eve recognized they were naked, and hid. Me and my naked head...though it is not my fault, and not the result of my sin, sometimes those aforementioned thoughts still flash through my mind as if it were.
In that light, having my portrait done was a way to say, "This has happened to me, but it will not get the best of me...the baldness will not shame me...Jesus is still present, and my spirit and heart are okay. Though there may be evidence of a fallen world in my body, I have not fallen; Jesus is with me, and I will come out on the other side of this intact. The essence of who I am is changing for the better, and I am stronger than this situation...I am more than my baldness; more than my body."
The other point of yesterday is simple. I don't want to forget. I don't want to forget the richness, the people, the lessons, the blessings. I have been blessed IMMENSELY through this situation of breast cancer, and I want to remember. The pictures will tell part of the story, they will keep me reminded.
All of that is to say, though I am not sure I have said it well, "Mission Accomplished!" --on more than one level.
Though this was about "fun", I also discovered it went deeper. In some ways, it was about overcoming. It was about keeping the upper hand about cancer and my baldness. Though I doubt my ability to word this well, let me just say that at times, I find myself glancing in the mirror and thinking, "hideous!" And, at other times, the thought runs through my head, "but, this isn't my fault. I haven't done anything wrong." I think it is interesting...I think back to the passage in Genesis, where Adam and Eve recognized they were naked, and hid. Me and my naked head...though it is not my fault, and not the result of my sin, sometimes those aforementioned thoughts still flash through my mind as if it were.
In that light, having my portrait done was a way to say, "This has happened to me, but it will not get the best of me...the baldness will not shame me...Jesus is still present, and my spirit and heart are okay. Though there may be evidence of a fallen world in my body, I have not fallen; Jesus is with me, and I will come out on the other side of this intact. The essence of who I am is changing for the better, and I am stronger than this situation...I am more than my baldness; more than my body."
The other point of yesterday is simple. I don't want to forget. I don't want to forget the richness, the people, the lessons, the blessings. I have been blessed IMMENSELY through this situation of breast cancer, and I want to remember. The pictures will tell part of the story, they will keep me reminded.
All of that is to say, though I am not sure I have said it well, "Mission Accomplished!" --on more than one level.
posted by Beverly @ 2:34 PM
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