I have the great pleasure to share the thoughts of my friend, who is also a patient, and patient advocate.
Mrs. Linda Radach and I met at the USA Patient Advocate Network workshop in D.C. last year, underwritten by the National Center for Health Research and the Patient-Centered Outcomes Research Institute (PCORI).
You know when you have the feeling that you’ve known someone forever, but you’ve only just met? That is the way I feel about Linda. Our friendship took mere hours to bloom, partly, I suspect, because she is a type of fertilizer for the soul.
Linda was injured by a failed hip implant, and she has suffered greatly as a result. Still, though her spirit is weary at times, she leans upon her faith in Christ and the Lord of the Bible for wisdom and strength. She has allowed me to share her faith and source of healing in a poem she wrote, Captured Free.
Scripture inspires her life and her writings. She has offered a collection of her thoughts and expressions of her pain in scripture here: Healing Worship – Lenten Study Notes. As a true believer, she runs further into the wisdom of God, so freely given to all, even in her suffering. I hope her words bring you comfort and serve as a salve for your aching soul. I know the many conversations we’ve had were powerful for me and healed some of the broken pieces in my soul. In the realm of human suffering, we are all alike. We all experience it in different ways, but suffering can bring those who sing, in spite of their trials, together – to make a beautiful noise to the Lord who hears our cries.
Here is a beautiful song to listen to, as you read Linda’s words and meditate on them.
Songbird sits, quiet and still
No warble or whistle, no song or trill
Once free to fly, with songs soaring high
On the perch where she sits
Her soul wooden and dry
The view from her cage – dark and drear
No light or shadow, only shades of fear
Pain has silenced her praise
There must be a way to regain her song
But night after night the silence grows long
Freedom and joy – mere memories now
Still, faint though it be, hope wonders how
A melody stirs in the darkness
Slowly light dawns upon the small locked cage
Revealing the way known to the wise and the sage
In this new morning she would take a chance
To free her soul and rejoin the dance
Humming the melody of the darkness
Imperceptible at first, the cage doors released
Giving flight to her wings as imprisonment ceased.
Tearful, yet growing stronger, her song she raised
Offering up a sacrifice of praise
Giving thanks for the limitations of her life in the cage.
By Linda J. L. Radach
Look for these beautiful songbirds, and remember the Lord’s word.
He cares for you.
“Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows”. – Luke 12:7
“Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young— a place near your altar, Lord Almighty, my King and my God.” – Psalm 84:3