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    1) The document describes a period of illness and loss of identity for the author as they became confined as a patient in the hospital. 2) While they lost aspects of their previous life, the author realized they still had their mind and ability to think. 3) The author learned to focus on making the most of the present moment and found that doing so brought a sense of contentment, even in difficult circumstances.

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    REFLECTIONS

    On Dark Days...
    God Opens A Window

    peered into, charted on paper many men have owed their


    with graphs like the rise and lasting contributions to the
    fall in the price of wheat. wealth of the race to some un-
    It was this indignity, even happy adventure of health or
    more than the pain and the of fortune, some catastrophe
    weakness and the boredom, of imprisonment or banish-
    that made the experience dif- ment where they, having mas-
    ficult for me to bear. To be tered their own spirits, were at
    something, and then to be length able to live a complete
    nothing! One is singled out for life. I think it was in prison that
    suffering. He goes alone; he Cervantes wrote Don Quixote;
    takes no one with him. and Paul addressed some of
    While it was true that the best of his letters from Ro-
    every thing that had consti- man jails.
    tuted a pleasant and satisfying The present moment, this
    life for me—my robust physi- burning instant of time, was

    T
    he illness which culminated in an cal health, my interesting all that I or any man could ever
    operation came upon me when I work, and all my books, my really possess or command—
    was not looking. It seemed that life letters, my friends—while all and I was allowing it to be
    stopped. Identity blurred. One hung up these had been stripped away, ruined by anxieties of my own
    his personality with his clothes in a closet I was still possessed of my making. It came to me power-
    and became a case—the patient in room own mind and my own fully, that if I could be content
    number 12. No longer quite a man, but a thoughts. I had, after all, my at this moment, I could be
    condition, a problem, stretched out there own inner life. I had my life! content.
    for daily examination, looked down upon, I began to reflect that so —Charles Grayson

    W e do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are


    wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed
    day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are
    achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs I never knew a night so black,
    them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on Light failed to follow on its track.
    what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what
    I never knew a storm so gray,
    is unseen is eternal (2 Corinthians 4:16–18 NIV).
    It failed to have its clearing day.
    I never knew such bleak despair
    I pray that out of His glorious riches He may
    strengthen you with power through His Spirit in your
    inner being (Ephesians 3:16 NIV).
    That there was not a rift somewhere.
    I never knew an hour so drear
    Love could not fill it full of cheer!
    W hen one door closes, another opens; but we of-
    ten look so long and so regretfully upon the closed
    door that we do not see the one which has opened for
    —John Kendrick Bangs (1862–1922)

    us.—Alexander Graham Bell

    R104 GP Difficult times. Inner growth. Hope. God’s plan.

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