On November 10, 2009, my dad called from New York to ask if I could come and help him. He was about to undergo several eye surgeries and needed me to help by driving him and accompanying him to his various appointments.
On December 9, 2009, my oldest daughter and I departed Denver. She was accompanying me to check on her Granddad. When we got situated on the plane, she asked, “Did you know Mae’s (my biological mother) cancer has returned?” God had set me up.
At that point, I looked out the window toward the sky and acknowledged, “You’ve set me up, haven’t You?” He didn’t have to answer. I already knew.
I thought I would only be in New York for three, maybe six months. God allowed me to be away from home for a period of 13.5 months. One year, one and a half months. 405 days.
I was away from my husband, our children, our home, my church family. Everything. Plus, I was in an apartment with a man, my biological father, with whom I had never spent a great deal of time. I didn’t grow up with him. I grew up with his family, my grandmother and grandfather. I didn’t really get to know him. As a matter of fact, I only discovered he was my biological father when I was about 15 or 16. Therefore, there was no emotional attachment. I was only going to do the dutiful daughter thing.
Now, mind you, I had come to know him. He was married to a wonderful woman, my stepmother, Margaret, for about 40 years. She passed away in 2005 from Alzheimer-related illnesses. She was my girl! I loved that chick! Him? Well, you understand.
Anyway, about 6 or 7 months into this sojourn, I began crying one morning as I prayed. I very badly wanted to return to Denver!
I missed my family!
I missed my friends!
I missed my life!
I was in a place where I was not wanted. My dad had already told me he liked doing things by himself. I was willing to let him do those things…by himself.
As I cried that morning, telling God I couldn’t take it anymore, frustrated in ways I’d never experienced, I heard the voice of the Lord say, “Do you have one more nevertheless?“
Do you like television shows that end the season with a cliffhanger? Well, this is my cliffhanger.
Before I let you go, though, I want you to think about this: has God asked you for just one more nevertheless? And if He has, what was your response? Has God taken you on a journey in which He is requiring more from you?
In two weeks, I will share my response.
God has taken The Drill Sergeant of Life on a journey I never expected. This journey will cause me to be/become what He has called and created me to be.
I hope you enjoy and will share my blogs. They come straight from my heart, washed by the anointing of the Almighty God Whom I gladly serve.
God is faithful to perform!
May God abundantly bless you.
Beatrice Bruno, The Drill Sergeant of Life