Friday, January 19, 2018

I Pour It Out

Over the last 5 years, the holidays have been difficult.  My mother’s birthday falls a few days after Christmas, and I am reminded each year that she is no longer with us.  Absent from the body but present with the Lord. But knowing this truth, it doesn’t get easier.

The anniversary of her passing comes quickly after Christmas and her birthday. This year, like every year, I celebrate her life by doing what she loved on her birthday.  I went to a great restaurant and ate a great meal with a good friend. I said a toast to honor her for the amazing job she did in raising me and my two brothers alone. In spite of all the hardships she faced in her very difficult life, she never stopped pouring out love to those around her. She wasn’t perfect, but most people comment on how sweet she was.  I like to think that in this sense, I take after my mother. 


Additionally, after a few years of hardship in my own life and a particularly difficult end to 2017, I was very ready for a fresh start.  My spirits were high and I entered 2018 with a joyful heart, a smile and some dancing, of course. 

A few days later a late evening shower brought a new dose of reality.

I’ve been taking charge of my health over the last few months, including a new diet and exercise regime I started in October.  I’ve lost 21lbs of fat and I am glad.  Had I not, I wouldn’t have been able to feel the lump in my breast.

In that moment, the memories of 7 years of watching my mother fight Stage 4 Inflammatory Breast Cancer flooded back.  It developed quickly and spread aggressively, into her lymph nodes and ultimately as a brain tumor.  My mother never drank, she’d never done drugs, she ate healthy, she worked hard, and stayed sweet.  

In those 7 years, I watched her go through numerous chemo therapies, grow weaker. She continued to work at her job in a shelter for women who were victims of domestic abuse, up to 6 months before she died. She was a tough cookie.

I thought on all these things as I stood in my bathroom, wrapped in a towel, my hair dripping cold water down my back.  I got dressed for bed and tried to sleep it off. I didn’t want to think about it. The next morning I was on the phone with my doctor making an emergency appointment.

For years, as my mother fought breast cancer, I would ask my doctor about getting an early mammogram.  I was told that they were not done until the age of 40.  I would have to wait 10 more years under this rule.  At one point, as I did a self-exam, I felt something strange and asked my doctor to check it.  I was told it was probably a fibroid and nothing to worry about.

Probably.
Nothing to worry about.
No mammogram.
Unbelievable.

Didn’t they understand that I was watching someone I love die of something that I DID worry about.  My days were consumed with keeping track of doctor appointments, speaking with my mother’s case worker, surgeries, chemo therapies, and flying back to New York as often as possible to cook my mother healthy foods that she could store in her freezer in the off chance that she would actually try to eat that day.  In addition to the fact that I was on my knees everyday praying that my mother would accept Christ before she breathed her last breath.

Nothing to worry about is a poor consolatory statement for people who are living this reality.

I tried to remain calm. 
The day of my doctor’s appointment, I went to His word.

Matthew 6:25-34 New Life Version (NLV)
Jesus Teaches about Cares of Life
25 “I tell you this: Do not worry about your life. Do not worry about what you are going to eat and drink. Do not worry about what you are going to wear. Is not life more important than food? Is not the body more important than clothes? 26 Look at the birds in the sky. They do not plant seeds. They do not gather grain. They do not put grain into a building to keep. Yet your Father in heaven feeds them! Are you not more important than the birds? 27 Which of you can make himself a little taller by worrying? 28 Why should you worry about clothes? Think how the flowers grow. They do not work or make cloth. 29 But I tell you that Solomon in all his greatness was not dressed as well as one of these flowers. 30 God clothes the grass of the field. It lives today and is burned in the stove tomorrow. How much more will He give you clothes? You have so little faith! 31 Do not worry. Do not keep saying, ‘What will we eat?’ or, ‘What will we drink?’ or, ‘What will we wear?’ 32 The people who do not know God are looking for all these things. Your Father in heaven knows you need all these things. 33 First of all, look for the holy nation of God. Be right with Him. All these other things will be given to you also. 34 Do not worry about tomorrow. Tomorrow will have its own worries. The troubles we have in a day are enough for one day.

I wasn’t crazy.
There is, in fact a lump.
I was scheduled for the mammogram I had been requesting for the last 8 years.

So on the 5th anniversary of my mother’s death from breast cancer, I was standing in the mammography room getting my first mammogram.  I tried not to cry as the gravity of this experience washed over me. I tried not to cry as I stood there enduring something quite physically painful, but in no way as painful as the feelings I was experiencing.

Afterward, I stared at the screen looking at the white mass that had been illuminated from the darkness and brought into my new reality. I’d seen numerous films in dealing with my mother’s cancer that I knew that was I was seeing was not normal. Next I lay there as I was given an ultrasound to see the density.


It was at this moment that I wished I didn’t know the things I know, like how to read mammography and ultrasounds.

I was already preparing myself for what is coming the future.
Once the results were in, I heard what I was expecting.
Most likely a Fibroadenoma.
Most likely a benign tumor.
Most you'll need a biopsy, possibly surgery.
Most. Likely.
Possibly.

I cried after I got off the phone with the doctor. I don’t want a biopsy. I don’t want surgery. In my late 20’s I had finally gotten comfortable with my body and my boobs! I don’t want a scar for something to remember this experience by.

A good friend reminded me, “You serve Someone much greater.”

This I know, and yet I worry.
I know it and still I cry.

I praise Him.
I get in His word.
I pray.
I breathe.
I worship.
I pour it out.
In His presence my soul is satisfied.
Every time.

I trust Him to work all things out for my good.
I remind myself that if it’s not good yet, He’s not done.
I remind myself that in every season, I am loved by the one who created me.
He is my defender, and the one who calms the storm.
He is my Jehovah Rapha, my God who heals. 

Romans 8:28 Amplified Bible (AMP)
28 And we know [with great confidence] that God [who is deeply concerned about us] causes all things to work together [as a plan] for good for those who love God, to those who are called according to His plan and purpose.




I come before You, Just as I am
I lay me at Your Feet
I bring before You, All that I have
I lay it at Your Feet

Refrain:
You are worthy, worthy, worthy Lord
You are worthy worthy worthy so –
Praise like oil
For You I pour it out
For You I pour it out
I pour, I pour it out for You

I pour this perfume, not to impress
the people standing around
I pour this perfume,’cause of your worthiness
as I behold you now

(Refrain)

Bridge:
It’s foolishness I know
But your foolishness is wiser than my wisest
Wiser, wiser (Repeat)

(Refrain)




Tuesday, January 16, 2018

By His Wounds

It’s certainly been quite a few years since I’ve written anything for this blog.
  
The reality being that more than a few trials have come my way in those years.  The biggest one being the end of my marriage of 9 years.  And although I’ve written quite a few things in journals regarding my thoughts on the subject I’ve never posted them. 

I know me.  
I’d read them over and over, analyzing what went wrong, wondering if I could have done anything more to save my marriage.

The truth is, I did everything I could.  Even things I couldn’t, relying entirely on God’s strength.

When speaking with people after the events that lead to the end of my marriage, and in the subsequent years since, I’ve come to accept “the look.”

There’s always a look.

Sometimes the look is of shock, usually melting into pity.

Yes. It’s a pity. 

But as I explain the transformation that took place in my heart, "the look" quickly fades to one of surprise. As I explain what the Lord did in my heart, my mind and my spirit, I get a chance to show God's greatness. The new look? It depends on the person. Non-believers have mixed reactions... disbelief, incredulity, surprise. However, it's can be the same reaction with fellow believers. 

We all have doubts. Trials either confirm our beliefs or unravel them.

I explain how God never left. I explain how sweet my time of worship was with him, hidden in the shadow of his wing as I cried songs of hardship and the victory I would receive.

In the year prior to my marriage ending, marriage counseling was a lonely place.  You can’t save your marriage when the other person is dead set on doing nothing.  I fought for us on my own.
 
I’m single now.  However the last year and a half of my marriage was the loneliest I’ve ever felt. It was compounded as I watched someone I love, turn into someone I knew they’d hate.  No amount of love, patience or prayer changed the mind of someone dead set on their own destruction.



That’s how it goes sometimes.  Sometimes there’s not enough love in the world to help someone understand, or to love themselves. That’s why I made my knees black and blue from praying that God would move my husband’s heart, and open his eyes to sin, and restore him to the joy of his salvation.

I fasted.
I prayed.
I cried.
I pressed in.

I was closer to the Lord than I had ever been, in my life. Even closer than when I lost my mother to Stage IV Inflammatory Breast Cancer.  My beliefs became real. My understanding of my Lord became unshakable.  My doubts and questions about God dissolved.

My resolve was firm.
My faith unmoved.
My belief in the miraculous strengthened.

These have not been an easy 3 years, but they have been full of confidence that although man bitterly rejected me, my Savior has not.  And together, my Jesus and I, share in this experience.

They say the closer the person to you that has rejected you, the deeper the wound.  When your spouse is the one who has rejected you, the rending of your mind, soul and spirit is profound.  

I thought a great many things in the year that followed, many scary and crushing thoughts.  And at every thought, the still small voice of God reminded me that I am loved, that He is still El Roi, the God who sees me. 

The attacks I experienced were great.
Ferocious.
Unrelenting.

I was fighting for my life. If I’m honest, I truly was fighting to stay alive on some very dark days.  And I was thankful for the careful instruction and discipline I had learned years before from 2 Corinthians 10:6.

“We use our powerful God-tools for smashing warped philosophies, tearing down barriers erected against the truth of God, fitting every loose thought and emotion and impulse into the structure of life shaped by Christ. Our tools are ready at hand for clearing the ground of every obstruction and building lives of obedience into maturity.” 2 Corinthians 10:6 (MSG)


So I did as the word said.

Daily, I smashed warped philosophies that attempted to take root in my mind and my heart.  Through tears, I prayed down heaven. I stood against every loose thought and emotion, and commanded it into the obedience of Christ. I prayed daily for a heart a of flesh, that I might not become embittered due to the pain that had been inflicted on me by the hand of the one I loved and trusted. 

I prayed for God to show me how to love my husband now. And I begged for the Lord to show me how to love my enemy.

God answered.

I forgave my ex-husband.

I prayed new prayers: God bring him low, so he can once again recognize his need for you and turn away from his sin.  Do whatever you need to do, but spare his life.

I prayed for my enemy through hot tears.

I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. 
I resolved to accept His way was not my way. 
But he had answered. 
And I resolved to accept His will as the Holy Spirit washed me, comforted me and endued me with the power to take one step closer to the finish line.

Life would never be the same from the moment I made the decision to accept His will and not my own. 

My ex-husband's life was spared.
He is alive. 
My prayer was answered.





My heart still beats. I've not been hardened.
My God is able.
My God is faithful.



Isaiah 53:5New Living Translation (NLT)



But he was pierced for our rebellion,

    crushed for our sins.

He was beaten so we could be whole.

    He was whipped so we could be healed.









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