By Debi Furlit-Kaplan

As a present, a very good friend gave me a piece of land in Ireland. A postage stamp size of land but nonetheless I now owned property in a foreign country. And with this ownership, came the title of Lady Deborah. Wow! My chest was puffing and my spirit raised in song.

Then my cancer took a turn for the worse and I no longer felt like a Lady. But living near the ocean, the constant hum of the waves made my soul curious.  I had been living on a surfboard of spirit. One minute soaring high on the crest of a wave, the next being pummeled by the ferocity of the sea.

How does one steer through life not knowing what each moment will bring? The waves of life continually batter our spirit, but with faith, spirit gives way to the soul and the soul becomes our fervent guide. Trusting that, Lady Deborah began to stand firm again on her property.

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