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Sinking into that place of my very soul, his words caressed my heart. Her picture could not be made right in my world where I did not want people to hurt like this. I passed him in a quick stroll, yet the image of his obvious suffering is implanted in my brain. The stories where we connect, where our lives look upon someone and we stop and we do something: we FEEL.
This is my God. He is not a list of rules. He is not a scale that measures our good and our bad. He is a man, God in human flesh, come to place his hand on the leper that is outcast of society. He is the only religion that turns his eyes away from the rich man that follows the law to the broken sinner at his feet and declares, “I love you.”
I am the sick man! I am the sinner! I need THAT GOD! Religion of the Western world has become a debate, a contest, a free for all to decide your own way.
As for me and my house, we will chose the Lord! I do not chose myself, I fail! I do not chose a God of rules, I can not. I can not do it on own, of my own effort, my own will, my own record. My past is too unforgiving! I need a Savior! I need the forgiver of sins and the healer of diseases and the giver of peace.
His words speak to me. His story is mine. He chose me and I accept. This is my God, hear me proclaim. Let there be not doubt, no blurr in my words. No question on my face. So that when she, with her sin and her suffering quickly pass by, let her see and never forget something that can change her life forever: my God!
Here is my story, my life. I share my details and my hopes here daily. What is your story? Your thorn in your side and your hope of all the wrongs undone? Please comment.
For the most part, heaven is ignored from the very pulpits of our churches and when it is spoken of, there is a respectful (or not so respectful) thanks to something that must be pretty great (but who really knows?), and the words spoken still leaves you with the angels on clouds kind of picture in your mind.
What in the hell is heaven?! Well, I’ve got an idea. Was it spoken to me in a dream, do I believe I have a prophecy, do I have a special message to pass on? Sort of….but so do you. What is heaven? It is woven into my very core, it is in and of my being, everything that was ever lacking is found in the perfection of joy completed.
There are things in this world I want and long for and desire from the shouting of my alarm clock until I curl back up in my bed. I want rest. I don’t want to be tired anymore! I want peace. Peace from mistakes I’ve made, peace from hurt and trouble in this world, peace from fear of evil. I want LUXURY! I want a huge freakin swimming pool in my backyard, in the backyard of my mansion. The kind that is half inside and half outside, flowing under a glass wall. I want a brand new car, that is always a brand new car. I want to sing with the voice of Lauren Daigle and my lungs never tire. I want to swim and bike and run in the Hawaiian Ironman and then get a red IM tattooed on my muscular arm. I want to sit at a piano, violin, tuba and then play and just have fun but sound really awesome. I want my daughter to always obey and I never want to worry about her because there is no possibility of anything bad ever happening. I don’t want my husband to go to work because we are beyond billionaires and money will never run out. And I don’t want to be the only one! I don’t want there to be beggars on the side of the road. I don’t want to read about murdered grandparents and aborted babies and hungry children, because I don’t want hate and hunger to exist!
I want all the answers! I don’t want to have a debate, I want to listen to truth, ultimate truth, and nod my head in agreement. I want all my questions, all my worries, all my doubts to be laid at rest. I want to know WHY!
And I want MORE! I want God! God himself! The everything that makes it all complete, the perfection in my dream, the one who has loved my soul from the formation of my infant body in my mother’s womb, to the scary days in middle school, the one who was there, was always there for better and worse. I want to see him! I want to know him! I want to fall into the arms of my Father God that loves me and that I love so much and I have longed for my whole life long. And I want to fall on my knees out of praise of my soul and worship the King that is above all earthy kings.
I want to see the fulfillment of my favorite verse ever!
I have told you these things so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have many trials and sorrows, but take heart, I HAVE OVERCOME THE WORLD!
I want HEAVEN! I was not made to be complete in this world. Things are not as they should be!
I have a great idea of what heaven will be like. And I’m ready! Hey, I get it! “To live is Christ and to die is gain.” NO! I don’t want to die, but I am ready to LIVE FOREVER!
There are so many precursors that I want to write here about loving America and, yes there are still good people in America, and blah blah blah…but know what? I am not going to.
Recently, videos have been leaked concerning the leaders of Planned Parenthood giving absolutely disgusting details of how they brutally murder babies. One woman casually talks about cutting open the face of a newborn baby that was still moving in order to remove the brain to sell it. Wait. I said that she sliced open the precious face of a baby! A little, tiny, breathing BABY!
The reaction to this? Pretty much nothing. Too many turn their backs in disbelief, surely this is conservative propaganda. The majority shrug their shoulders and claim, “Well, I’m not doing it.” So, most of us are not out there performing abortions every day. But guess what? It happens every single day in America. And nobody cares! The videos were barely covered over the media. Know why? Because everyone cares more about gossip and celebrities than babies being ripped limb from limb.
Well, maybe most Germans were not murdering people in concentration camps but if they did not stand up and fight for the rights of those people they were just as guilty. Dietrich Bonhoeffer says that if we do not stand up and fight then we are guilty of the same crimes, “Silence in the face of evil is itself evil.”
There should be certain issues that enrage us, there should be crimes that we can not get over, evil should terrify us and keep us up at night. THIS IS THAT EVIL! There is no way to reason away that it is acceptable to brutally murder an innocent baby!
Open the casket, look at the pictures, do the research. It happened. It happens every day. Do you care?
This article was published in my book, Beautiful Life with Cancer, Hope During the Hard Times in December 2014.
As I lay down in my bed, I am out. I almost always hit the pillow and it takes me about three minutes and I am asleep. Often times, parents of little babies and young children teach them bedtime by setting a routine. Baby gets a bath, read to them, sing one song, and hugs and kisses. Well, (you can call me weird but I already know that) but I believe I have done this with myself. Ofcourse I have the getting ready process. I will spare you that. It is not as simple and soothing as the baby’s routine. But I hit the pillow and I start running a list through my head. My two most popular lists: 1. What are the decoration changes that I want to make to my house? 2. What would I change about myself? Fifteen. No fourteen. There are fourteen things I would change.
1. I wish my hair was a little thicker. 2. No contacts. Perfect vision would be nice. 3. No scars around my neck. 4. No itchy back. That is right. No itchy back. See…I am the lucky one million billion that has a rare condition within a rare condition of MEN2A in which my body deposits protein on the top of my back. It drives me insane! It itches all the time. All the time! Almost daily, I scratch it until it bleeds. I have done this since I was a baby. I wish I did not have that. 5. Stronger arms. I work on it. I do. I go to the gym when I can and lift weights or as of now, or recently, I have been trying Yoga. But I’ve been a little weak lately so I don’t push it by going to the gym. So, I wish I wash’t sick. Wish I could go to the gym. And wish I had stronger arms. 6. No scars on my stomach. 7. No stretch marks. Nah. I look at those and wish they weren’t there and then I remember why I have them. Actually, call me crazy, I’ll keep those. Worth the memory. So, 7. Thinner legs. (Reinsert gym explanation here and add to it that I do not eat sugar. Ok. Yes, I do eat fruit. And yes, I know that carbs turn to sugar in my body. Restate that. I do not eat desserts. Why? There is one reason to eat desserts: They taste good. There are four reasons not to: sugar makes me gain weight, not good for my teeth, makes me, and everyone, sick more often by weakening my immune system, and lowers my energy. Yes, that was absolutely too much to say within parenthesis.) 8. Perfect teeth. I hope you think my teeth look perfect, but the front two have crowns from chipping them on the swimming pool. 9. No veins on my legs. 10. Better singing voice. (If I could insert a clip of me singing here, you would agree.) 11. No scar on the back of my leg. 13. No Addison’s Disease. 14. No cancer.
There is my list. Sure. Everybody has a list. But I do try to be really content with my body, but these are the things that I hate. I really do hate. And about 12 out of 14, at least, are here for life. Nothing I can do about it. About half of these nobody sees. And the other half, I try to hide most of the time. Prime example: You will not find me in any singing group or trying out for American Idol. But, I go to buy life insurance, and I can’t. I go to the doctor for allergies and I have to continue my medication list on the back because it won’t all fit in the lines provided, and then the doctor wants to send me for scans and tests and chat extra long because of my history, but excuse me doctor, I have a sinus infection. But they don’t want to give me anything for that. And then I go to pick up Prednisone at the pharmacy for the one hundredth time in a row and the pharmacist feels the need to tell me that I shouldn’t take so much because of the side effects. Thank you, I know them well. But the alternative isn’t so good. It’s death. And then I read an article in the newspaper in the medical section from a doctor that says no one can survive with both their adrenal glands removed. Well, he should do some research, or I should introduce myself because I am going on ten years now.
I try to find light in my rare condition. It is a little neat when the student intern at Duke is so excited over meeting me and reviewing my case that he can not hide his excited giddiness. It is kinda cool to be able to carry on a medical conversation, using all the right jargon, with friends that are doctors and surgeons, but If I got to pick, I would choose a different claim to fame. What can I really do with, “a really extremely rare form of MEN2A” and always being the exception even within the rules of the disease? Pretty cool to be the exception in the medical handbook or the specialists’ conference? Ehh.
Well, I am asleep by now and I never go through the explanations with myself while I am laying in bed. But if I didn’t have that, I’d be pretty pleased with myself. If I didn’t have all of that, it’d be great to sit up in the morning and be able to see what’s going on without popping in those contacts. And I’d probably join some band, just for the fun of it. And I’d sing to more people than just my seven year old. And my husband. And my sisters. And anyone else I get comfortable with. And anyone else who is around after I’ve had a drink or two. And I’d wear skirts, not just in the summer time when I’m outside, but also when it is a little chilly outside in the Fall to show off my legs. And I would be in and out of the doctor’s office with my sinus infection medicine. And I wouldn’t always scratch my damn back. And who knows? Maybe I would be a whole lot less content. And maybe I would have less joy. And maybe I wouldn’t appreciate my family and the days that I’ve got. Because it isn’t really myself that makes me happy anyway. So, ehh, I’ll just keep it all. So, I am oh so sorry. Please exude my oh so messed up body. That’s just me.
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