I write this as I fly high above the Atlantic Ocean. The Lord has allowed me a little mini-missions-trip. I will be with people who I love with all of my heart, and the timing couldn't be more perfect. God is so very good to me.
Southwest does not fly to where I am going, and so my seat was pre-assigned. (If you do not know what I am talking about, read Up High In The Sky.) I am in an aisle, not a window seat, and the girl two seats over at the window wants to sleep and has the shade pulled. It is very early in the morning, but I am accustomed to this hour, and am wide awake. And so I actually have time to think and reflect. And so I write.
I posted Sarah's own testimony, and have reposted her love story with Brian. God is faithful. Brian has a connection to Sarah's illness and miracle, even though the two of them had not yet met when she was so sick. And so, with Sarah's permission (as always), I will tell you about it now.
Lots of firsts this week. This will be a very rare occurrence, but I am reposting Sarah and Brian's love story. So many know her now through her illness and miracle, and there are many more followers of the blog than there were in May when this was first published. And so, the reposting of the story of The Princess and The Lieutenant:
Once upon a time there lived a beautiful little girl born with a kind and tender heart. She was that rare kind of soul that loved and cared deeply about others, even when she was very young. She was so easy to raise. If she did something that her momma frowned upon, a raised eyebrow was enough to have her in tears; not so much for whatever she'd done, but because she'd made her mother sad. She gave her heart to Jesus at a young age and seemed to know Him and love Him beyond her years. She loved Sunday School and church and was there every service, but her favorite thing of all was Awana Club, and her beloved Mrs. Dawn. She went to Chri...
I have been thinking and praying about featuring an occasional guest blogger, and thought it only fitting that my daughter, Sarah, be the first. If you have not been following the story of her illness and miracle, go back and read the four blog posts that feature Sarah's Story, and you will learn to love her and enjoy her testimony, as she wrote it for you today. :)
The church where my husband and I attend is a small one in the central valley of California. It’s an area that so desperately needs Jesus. Our mid-week service is more of an intimate Bible study, which I love. During the course of the past several months, each adult member has taken a turn giving their testimony – how they were saved and their life forever changed by Jesus. There have been some amazing testimonies. Stories of ruined lives that God has completely transformed.
I haven’t given mine yet because I am the youngest of the group, so I will be last. I have thought about it t...
I have been sharing Sarah's Story. This is the fourth installment, and I hope to finish here. But I can't promise that there won't be a postscript. You know there will be. :) If you have not been following and you wish to, I'm posting the links to the first three parts: Sarah's Story~ part one, part two, and part three.
The writing of what happened has been so easy for me up until this point. But now, I feel at a loss. I can't seem to tell you how I felt or what I thought while Sarah was in surgery. I don't even know where to begin. I've erased the words and started over more times than I can count. Perhaps I'll just have to skip over that part and move along.
It reminds me of a time many, many years ago when I was still at my home church in Maryland. A road sign was needed to point people in the direction of the church. We had a great location just off the main road, but the church property was tucked right around the corner fro...
I have been writing of the events that occurred within our family four years ago. Again, we will not review, but will just jump back in. If you are just now joining us, you can find part one and part two by clicking on the underlined links.
And with that being said, we continue Sarah's Story.
Sarah and I moved our meager hospital belongings back to the house. I really should stop here and say how incredibly sweet most of the hospital staff had been to Sarah and myself. They so thoughtfully brought me coffee each morning from the nurse's lounge. But, in spite of the kindness of the act itself, the coffee was wretched, and after a couple mornings someone brought me a little drip-pot from home. Hallelujah! So we went home, coffee pot and all. I should start a ministry providing comfort and good coffee to nurses!
Sarah called the shots during those days at home, awaiting surgery. She ate what she wanted, talked only when she felt the need, and d...
Yesterday we started writing of Sarah's journey that began four years ago. If you did not read that post, please do so now, because we are not going to review. You can find it here. We will just jump right back in.
It was my journey, too, and that of our entire family. It changed all of us. Some in good ways. And some in ways that we could not have imagined.
I stayed with my daughter day and night as they ordered test after test. Sometimes they would let me stay with her the entire time. Sometimes there would be radiation or a grouchy tech and she would still be holding tightly to my hand as they wheeled her through a door that would close on me.
After several days of seemingly endless testing, a doctor came into the hospital room with whom we had not previously met. He closed the door behind himself. He was a little older than me and he had an air of confidence about him that told me right away that he was a big deal.
This day is a moment in time for me. August 18, 2012. Four years ago. When I went to bed the evening before, I couldn't have had the slightest idea of how my life would change before the night was over.
In the wee hours of the morning, my daughter came upstairs to wake me. She was feeling very ill. I knew instantly that she was really feeling bad, because it is her disposition to always do for others, and her concern for me getting my sleep would always come before her own need if it were something she could possibly manage on her own. Just the fact that she woke me told me that it was bad.
She was having severe stomach pains. I gave her some pain meds and something to drink, and had her curl up in the Lazy Boy while I lay on the sofa. I take allergy meds right before I go to bed (they make me sleepy), and I remember now dozing off while she sat in that chair in pain, trying to get comfortable enough to sleep. I don't think she ever did. I still strugg...
We began last week discussing some common questions that folks have about things concerning God. Things that people sometimes find confusing. We are answering them from the Word of God. We will look at another one today.
The question is about angels. When someone dies, even Christians will sometimes say that God just received another angel. So, the question is:
Do people become angels when they die?
No! People never become angels, ever. Angels are heavenly beings, created by God for His purpose. We were created by God as well, but we in His image. We as humans were given an eternal soul. God created us to love and have fellowship with Him, and to glorify Him. (See purpose here). People are a complete and separate creation, and will never at any point become angels. New Testament believers will someday become the bride of Christ, but that's a whole different topic. :)
Of angels, we know there are many in heaven-- more t...
1. Do not allow yourself to spend time with negative people. They may be pessimistic about your situation, or they may want to tell you that their own woes make yours look like a picnic in the park. They will listen to you for three minutes and then spend an hour talking about themselves. All terrible! Lol! It always amazes me. If you already have the kindling and the match, they will gladly bring the gasoline. RUN!
2. I mentioned staying away from the computer on the to-do list, but this goes double for the tv. When things are in a bad way in your mind and with your emotions, almost everything on tv will make it worse, including the news. Guaranteed! The only possible exceptions, if you can limit it to just these:
Sometimes, in spite of it all, you are just having a bad day. Like the children's book, 'Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day', written by Judith Viorst. And you are Alexander.
"I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now there's gum in my hair and when I got out of bed this morning I tripped on the skateboard and by mistake I dropped my sweater in the sink while the water was running and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day."
Okay, that was Alexander, not me. But I can match it and then some. And from there, the day just gets worse. Alexander resolves several times to move to Australia. Sounds good to me. They speak English there, right? I've decided that I'm too old to learn another language.
It's never really the circumstances. It's my brain that I'm fighting. My thoughts and my fears. Life is hard and people can be mean and hurtful. So here is my list of go-to things to do...