Bill Phillip's | Transformation

Wacky Wednesday Froggy Style

Today was another Wacky Wednesday. I\'m still the only one showing up for the party. Well, that\'s not completely accurate, I normally have one volunteer friend that joins me, but the hospital staff is still dragging their feet. The vision I have of this thing is so huge, the participation so miniscule. Wednesdays are guaranteed to be a tough day. Don\'t get me wrong, it blesses me and I\'m so grateful for the dream God has placed on my heart. Someday the fact that at the end of the day, I feel like a punching bag that\'s been run over by a truck, will all be worth it.

Let\'s focus on the victory shall we???!!! The ER which isn\'t even a floor that the Wacky Wednesday Wagon gets to visit, has embraced the whole idea of WW. I was at the registration desk today waiting for our escort and as a nurse was heading to her floor, she stopped to inquire why I was dressed the way I was. When I shared my story with her, she said, \'what do you mean you lost her in June\' and tears started to well up in her eyes. I rephrased my statement and said she is now with our Creator. She said, "i think I\'m going to get sick" and as she did she turned her lariat around and showed me her little girls picture and said if that ever happened to her, I would shut myself up in my house and not want to live. I grabbed her by the arm and told her that my daughter would not have wanted me to do that, she would want be to be doing this. I wrapped a pink furry boa around her neck and she said, "i don\'t even know you, but I love you! You must come meet my supervisor, she will love this" I promised her I would come down to the ER when our WW shift was over, as it was time to head upstairs to make our rounds. Not every child is well enough to really embrace the WW effort. Some of these kids are just so wiped out. Ofcourse, I remember those days. I believe it is fighting off those memories, as the Wacky Wednesday visits pull them up, that drains me so much. When we got finished today, my volunteer friend left and I headed downstairs to keep my word to the nurse we had met at the start of the day. She was on her lunch break, but one of the nurses at the desk knew the supervisor that would embrace WW and led me back. I fought off the sick feelings of nausea and the tears that were trying to break me down, for the path we took todat was the path Jonnae and I took on that night that I feel is the one I lost her. I haven\'t been back to that part of the hospital since. It was May 18, when we were supposed to be going to Joel Osteens service, she suffered a mild seizure at home and I took her to ER. All of it came flooding back today as I walked right to the door of the room where we waited. Jonnae\'s mental state and spirit was never the same after that night. I swallowed hard alot and took several cleansing breaths as the supervisor walked my way, for she was one of the ones that we saw that night. After our conversation she announced very loudly, right there and then, that Wednesdays were now for Wackyness. One of the nurses asked if that meant she could wear her favorite pjs to work, since that\'s what I had on, and the supervisor said whatever makes you feel wacky. We agreed I would send a fax on Tuesdays to remind them and it makes no difference that I won\'t be allowed to bring the Wacky Wednesday Wagon into ER to suit up the kids. The nursing staff is going to relay the Wacky message and provide the dose of laughter for me. THANK YOU GOD! What a blessing to have some active support and participation. That coupled with the experience we had in one little precious blind girls room today makes me more than ready to suit up and take whatever comes with the Wacky Wednesday Challenge. She was about five. She loved having the rockstar sunglasses on, \'even though they can\'t help me see\' she said. She was so beautiful. She loved those glasses. These little rock star glasses are just so darn cute on the kids. I wrapped a little furry boa around her neck. She felt of it and asked what it was. She must have thanked me twenty times. I told her she had made my day and truly she did. 

I refer to my view of life now, like watching HD television. You can have a HD television but if you don\'t turn it on, it\'s not going to do much good in giving you a good clear picture. I don\'t think I really need reminded of the things that brought me to this vision. But Wednesdays keep the tv on and the big picture very very vivid. My life is about serving. My life is about getting you to turn on your HD television. I found myself thanking God hundreds of times today as I was reminded what freedom I know after living in the prison of a dying child\'s hospital room. I beg of you, with hands together and on bended knee, do not take a moment of your life for granted. If you went into this hospital, you would not even need to go from room to room to praise God for every adversity you have, for if you were in there with a sick child, it would be too late for you to be thanking God for the problems you complain of today. Please realize the blessings you have and give thanks for being spared what those families are experiencing. 

Count your blessings every day. Every time you say I GET TO, follow it up with a thank you Father that I get to. Really use that as a prayer of thanksgiving. For example. I have to work out, work a long day and then come home cook and clean. NO.......I get to workout. Thank you Father that I have my health, that I can walk, that I can see, that I can drive, that I can stand.....I get to go work and will be there for 10 hours. Thank you Father that I live in a country that allows me the freedom to choose my occupation. Thank you Father that I am spending 10 hours at a paying job and not beside a dying child\'s bed. Thank you Father that my children are healthy, Thank you Father that I am a parent and am blessed by this little persons innocence. Thank you for entrusting me with this life. Thank you that we have more to eat than rice and dirt (do you know in some countries they prepare CLAY pancakes because they have no food to eat.) You see what I mean. It\'s not just a GET TO. It is the seed to an awareness of how abundantly you are blessed. This simple little word GET blossoms into a prayer and life of gratitude. Magnificent gratitude.

I love LIFE. I love what my Father has shown me through the eyes of my daughter. I LOVE YOU!!! Receive the words I offer as food for thought, food for your soul and join me in thanksgiving for a life of abundant blessings! This is too good for me to keep to myself. :) In His Loving Embrace, Denise