
It was March 1965 when I first experienced
deliverance from a winter of chronic depression and found joy and peace when I
accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior. My long, lonely winters of widowhood ended
in March 1996 when I met and soon married my late bloomer husband, Charles. It
was a beautiful spring day two years later when I received the call to go to
Emory University hospital for my liver transplant. My eighteen year long winter
of failing health soon became a spring of restored life.
Every year I gladly lose an hour of sleep when we
change to Daylight Savings Time. Even though I suffer through the sneezing
season and an abundance of southern pollen, spring remains my favorite time of
year. The poet, Percy Shelley, said it best in Ode to the West Wind: “If
winter comes, can spring be far behind.”
All the nitty-gritty details of the winters, springs,
and other seasons of my life are chronicled in my memoir, Born Three Times-A New Life, A New Liver, A New Love. Thank you to
all of you who have read it and encouraged me with your positive comments. For
those who still want to order an eBook or soft cover edition, click on the “How
to Order” link above.
I love your posts! They show me a different angle on life. As soon as I read one I am ready for the next one!
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I want to tell anyone that has not read Frieda's book yet, that you are missing a wonderful story of a woman's bravery and devotion to her Lord. The faith she showed when her life was in danger and she seemed to be circling the drain was amazing. Her book blessed me and really touched my heart and soul.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your reminder about the winter rain...written so beautifully and by one who truly knows!
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