When my Grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer in the 1970's my Grandpa one told me that it would come onto the radio every time he would drive Grandma to her radiation treatments, and after her mastectomy and recovery as well as the following check-ups. In early November before he passed away in May of the following year he called me out to is truck to play a song in his CD player of his new truck. It was this song. He told the story again-like he had a million times before. This time was different. He was felling terrible and he knew things weren't good. While he was there he told me about how much he loved Grandma. I'll never forget that day. I'll never forget this song.
I'm only human.
I'm just a woman.
Lord help me believe in all I can be
And all that I am.
Show me the stairway that I have to climb
And Lord for my sake
Teach me to take one day at a time.
One day at a time sweet Jesus
That's all that I'm asking from You.
Lord give me the strength to do every day what I have to do.
Yesterday's gone sweet Jesus and tomorrow may never be mine.
Lord help me today show me the way one day at a time.
Now do You remember when You walked among men?
Well Jesus You know if You're looking below
It's worse now than then.
Pushing and shoving violence and crime
And so for my sake teach me to take one day at a time.
One day at a time sweet Jesus
That's all that I'm asking from You.
Lord give me the strength to do every day what I have to do.
Yesterday's gone sweet Jesus and tomorrow may never be mine.
Lord help me today and show me the way one day at a time.
Lord help me today show me the way
One day at a time.
I printed this on the back of a t-shirt one time. It got all faded and now I can't read it. I'm going to do it again. Then I'm going to wear it everyday.
Cheers!
"I love people who have been through adversity and heartache and obstacles as impossible as the sun itself. They usually make it out with hearts as warm as gold. Cores made of fire. Lives soaked with full intention. Hope like another morning. They know how to start again- how to walk through walls with palms wide open, and how to begin at the edge, and end. Those to me, are the best people." ~Victoria Erickson
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