The Pull-Up That Went Down

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Romans 15:5
5 Now the God of patience and consolation grant you to be likeminded one toward another according to Christ Jesus:
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Other translations of this verse speak of endurance, encouragement, or perseverance in place of patience and consolation. All of these qualities are necessary to live the Christian life. At my CrossFit gym, I’ve learned they’re essential as well for the WOD.

The work-out of the day, or WOD, is revealed to the participants at the beginning of each session. I never have any knowledge about the level of challenge I’ll have to engage until I walk through the door of the facility. Very much like life, huh?

On that day when a toes-to-bar maneuver was listed in the WOD, I felt strong and assured. This activity helps train to perform a pull-up from an overhead bar. I practiced several before our time began and felt my completion would be probable. But, about halfway through the WOD my left wrist gave way and I found myself eight feet lower, flat on the mat. It happened so quickly. I felt stunned that I did not have time to brace myself from falling on my hip with the titanium joint. Yikes. I could hear my surgeon’s voice as I processed the damage.

The coach arrived in an instant, along with every athlete around my station, to assess the level of damage. I felt like a very old turtle on its back, surrounded by all the young faces. As the oldest athlete in the group and forty years older than my coach, I’m sure they all anticipated seeing me shattered like an antique vase. When I assured them I sustained no injury, they returned to their activities. The coach benched me till everyone finished.

The following weekend I reflected on the incident as I nursed a bruised behind. I thought about how we can fall so quickly even when we think we’re prepared and are up to the challenge. Our confidence can blind us to the ever-present possibility of slipping off the bar. We plan and God laughs.

I don’t credit my fall to the devil because it probably had more to do with the Carpal-Tunnel syndrome in my wrist. But the shock of the fall reminds me of how quickly life can change. The cause may be through the signature kill-steal-destroy tactics of the devil or it may be allowed by our Sovereign Lord. Change may happen just because…

When we fall, our Christian community is to rally around us, checking for damage and offering support just as my fellow athletes did. Sometimes they can help us up and ease the suffering until we find our bench. The Lord may allow us to sit there. And sit there. For a long while.

As I sat on the bench and watched everyone continue on, I sure wished to be out there with them. Yet, prudence prevailed and I hung there until our time completed. I feel very much benched in my life at this time, not from a fall or slip in my Christian walk, but because of life events. My Christian community continues on without me as I attend to life’s responsibilities from my bench.

It is the Lord, my Coach, who has benched me. I feel like it’s been a long fall from when I worked in my profession and actively engaged in the ministries of my church. Now, I have increased family responsibilities and strive to keep myself in the best shape physically, emotionally, and spiritually. As the family caretaker, my time is not my own. I’ve learned I must take care of myself or I will be ineffective in caring for others.

I would love to be back out there with my fellow workers. For now, I’ll work from my bench until He tells me it’s time to go back in. The pull-up that went down reminded me of the value of supportive people and the wisdom of sitting it out when you can’t go on. If you’re on the bench, wait it out till healing comes. And if you’re a faithful hard-working servant rushing by the bench, give encouragement and offer to lighten the load. The next seat on the bench may be yours.

Photo credit: Cartoon Businessman Exercise Set, http://www.freedigitalphotos.net

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Debt-free!

Romans 13:8-10 King James Version (KJV)
8 Owe no man any thing, but to love one another: for he that loveth another hath fulfilled the law.

 

I love my cash back reward card. I hate debt. So, I use this card like a debit card, only purchasing what I can afford. There is never any balance to pay at the end of the month. I pay it all.

There is already a nice chunk of cash accrued for Christmas purchases and it will seem like found money when I redeem it. The convenience has to be weighed against the threat of electronic gremlins I’ve encountered. Trade-offs are inevitable.

Life recently thrust me into additional spending due to several convergent emergencies. Since I had the funds to cover these expenses, I made a transfer to pay this month’s balance. Once cleared, I would have available credit to continue to purchase as events unfolded; sometimes carrying cash is not desirable.

I was told I would have to wait twenty-four hours to confirm the transfer. Of course, the transaction occurred on a holiday weekend. I experienced slight anxiety, checking with the bank and the credit card company, over the next day to confirm my zero balance.

I confess. I worried, contrary to scriptural admonition.

As I worried, I saw the parallel many people experience concerning the payment of their sin debt. Just like the teller who assured me the transaction would be viable, Jesus demonstrated by His ultimate transfer through His shed blood on the cross. Even though Paul told us we can know, many still wring their hands in anxiety unsure that the payment actually has been made. Never knowing if your sins are forgiven is much worse than worrying that the electronic bank gods have done their job.

When I finally confirmed that I had a zero balance, I felt rather joyful. Relieved that the electronic gremlins had not rallied; I rejoiced that the transaction went through without a glitch. It’s a great feeling to know there is nothing owed. It’s a freedom I value by never extending myself into debt. Once debt has been experienced with all of its consequences and pervasive nagging, a rationale mind develops a strong aversion to return.

Sin is debt. It is something owed we can never repay. To clear our balance, we need to have a guaranteed transfer to wipe us clean. Only the blood of Jesus can do that for us, and when it happens, the joy experienced far outweighs paying off our monthly balance. And, the accrued rewards will last way beyond Christmas into eternity.

 

Phot0 credit: http://www.freedigitalphotos.net, By Stuart Miles, published on 11 March 2013
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The Sin of Cleome

James 1:13-15 King James Version (KJV)
13 Let no man say when he is tempted, I am tempted of God: for God cannot be tempted with evil, neither tempteth he any man:
14 But every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust, and enticed.
15 Then when lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin: and sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death.
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During my training as a Master Gardner in my county, I participated in a seed exchange with fellow students. I had admired some Cleome in the garden of a friend and she graciously shared with me a small handful of seeds. I think I put them in a tissue, folded it around the seeds, and stuck it in the pocket of my jeans. Oh boy, I thought, free seeds!

Tossing them into some spaces around my heirloom roses, I envisioned their beauty coming to fruition the following spring. I was told these seeds would survive even the coldest of a Tennessee winter and not to worry about sowing them so late in the fall. A biennial, the Cleome sprouts from last year’s seeds, grows, and makes more seed to be germinated the following spring.

Recently, I meditated on the above verse from James as I wrestled late summer’s Cleome out of my heirloom rose bed. When the plants are fully grown, they bear thorny prickles like a rose. They take a handful of good soil with them when removed and I resent the holes left behind in my custom-mixed potting soil for my beautiful roses.

Cleome grows to four and five feet tall depriving my roses of needed sunlight. They are extremely prolific, and in my opinion, should be classified as a noxious or invasive species. What I admired from a distance, when brought into my own garden and tolerated for the past twenty years, has become a nuisance. I applied an extra application of pre-emergent weed killer this spring in hopes of deterring the Cleome from germinating—again.

As I write, I am looking through my studio window out into my garden and rose bed. It is clean as a whistle under another application of seed killer. My arms are slashed and pierced from pruning and my back is sore from the pulling, hauling, and digging required to remove the evil Cleome. But, the roses are pruned for the winter and bear the signs of lack of sunshine and stolen nutrition.

How much sin is like Cleome! It looks really good from a distance or with a brief encounter. Others can really sell sin because it looks so good for them, and they are always eager to pass out the seeds to get you on board. How innocently we tuck those seeds into our lives believing a delicate tissue can hold the power contained within them. How astonished we are to experience their long term re-occurrence, day after day and year after year, befuddled at the consequences of something that seemed so innocent at the time we tucked it into our pocket.

Many times I murmured under my breath, “What was I thinking? If only I had never sowed those first seeds!” It would not be an underestimation to calculate that I’ve grown a million seeds in a small bed over twenty years. Never did I imagine the extent of invasion from one small handful of tiny seeds. Isn’t sin much the same?

As a much more experienced gardener, I am very diligent in investigating those “free” seeds offered to me by well-meaning friends. I study to show myself approved before I make another mistake of that magnitude again.

I apply the seed theory to my spiritual life as well. As I’ve matured as a Christian, I’ve learned to seriously consider my choices beforehand to avoid having to reap the unexpected deluge for the remainder of my life. Not that I am immune to making stupid, foolish choices anymore, it’s just that I remember the Cleome and remember to think twice and act once. Guard your pockets!

Picture Credit:By Surachai, published on 07 February 2013
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Remember Your Creator

Ecclesiastes 12:3King James Version (KJV)
3 In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened,
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Most young people think they are invincible. I don’t recall being that naïve but in retrospect my vision may be skewed.

One thing I do remember clearly is my decision to follow the Lord. At sixteen I figured out that I was not God and that the answers to life could be found in His book. I also learned His Name: Jesus.

Salvation was not an insurance policy for me. Surely, I did not want everlasting punishment for my sins but the attraction to God was His presence, guidance, and love. I was fortunate to have a Christian community that modeled the benefit of knowing Him personally and drew me to my own personal relationship with Christ.

Over the past forty-five years of being a Christian, I have made doozies of mistakes. How thankful I am to know He is faithful and just to forgive us when we repent. I still don’t have all the answers but rest in the knowledge that He does. I am continually learning to wait upon the Lord.

My current difficulty is caring for aged and ailing parents. Both of them are God-fearers but not Christ followers. Like so many people, religion is viewed as a crutch and a prohibition of a list of activities rather than an intimate, loving relationship with the Sovereign Creator. My life has not been the blazing testimony I wish it had been; isn’t it the hardest to witness to the people that know you the best?

Solomon advised us to know God in our youth before the rough times of old age come upon us, when we will say, “I have no delight in them” (Ecclesiastes 12:1 NASV). My parents are in their late eighties and afflicted with so many ailments; their lives are painful and difficult and there is little delight for them to experience.

In this twelfth chapter of Solomon’s book, he continues to describe how the all the lights darken (our eyes fail), the watchmen trembles (we develop tremors and weakness), the grinders stand idle (our teeth fail), the sound of the mill is low (our hearing diminishes), and the silver cord is broken (our heart gives out). Even with the best diet, exercise, vitamins and recreation, we are doomed to death. It’s a proven fact. One out of one will die. That’s one hundred percent…

The sadness I feel to see my parents unable to be comforted by the God I know is immense. They have some positive expectations of what is referred to as “the other side” but I rejoice to know that when I am absent from the body I will be present with the Lord. My time of demise is also approaching but my prayer is to let the Lord ease my burden as He walks along side of me as He has for the past years of my life. Solomon concludes in verse thirteen: “…fear God and keep His commandments, because this applies to every person.” One out of one. One hundred percent.

If you are a young person, consider the years ahead. They will not be as delightful as you imagine. The Lord will help you along the way, in the good times and the difficult. Now is the time to begin the most important relationship you will ever have.

And if you are an old person, it’s not too late to know Him now. Like the thief on the cross, you can be extended the same welcome to God’s kingdom today. Your past can be forgiven and forgotten if you acknowledge Him as Lord. Soon, you will stretch out your hand and be taken where you do not want to go, but your dearest friend will comfort you along the way.

(Why are the kittens pictured with this post? Besides the fact that they are so cute, they remind me of our innocence. Their frailty demonstrates our need of a great protector who can sympathize with our weakness.)

Unwanted Road

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By Stuart Miles, published on 19 May 2014
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John 14: 27 KJV

27 “Peace I leave with you; My peace I give unto you, not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

I have spent the past two weeks at the bedside of my mom in the ICU. Returning home to a refrigerator of science experiments and cobwebs is no task for the faint hearted; I admit my passage through Stressdom has not been a pleasant one.

When I opened my computer for the first time in days, I saw an email from Roy Lessin’s site, Meet Me in the Meadows, http://www.meetmeinthemeadow.com. The ‘fretbusters’ tags drew me in quickly.

Of course, I had spent much time in prayer for my mom and my family and had received multitudes of prayers from friends and loved ones. Yet, it is easy to become weary after days of no sleep and closely watching someone suffer.

I was blessed by his admonition to “walk in His path even though you see a valley ahead.” I have stood at the gate of the valley of death with both of my parents and have trusted the Lord to usher us through in His time and in His direction. So far, they are both still with me.

I have learned to follow when the road ahead is dark and unwanted. You can read about my path with my Dad here:

http://journals.lww.com/journalofchristiannursing/Citation/2014/06000/Atypical_Presentations.19.aspx

The full story is recorded in this book under the title “When Sheep Fly”: http://www.amazon.com/Its-God-Thing-Stories-Experience/dp/1605875503/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1403705221&sr=8-1&keywords=it%27s+a+go

Lessin has over a hundred fret-busters to encourage and soothe. Read them. They will bless you. I have a few of my own to add:

Go when you think you no longer can.

Love when it seems too difficult.

Hang on when you’re losing your grip.

Engage when you want out.

Keep believing when everything seems false.

Hold on to the prize when you think you’ve lost it.

It no longer amazes me when the peace of God that surpasses all understanding encompasses my soul. I have been trained and disciplined by the things I have suffered. There is no other way. It is the path our Sovereign Lord chose for his Only Son:  “though he were a son, yet He learned obedience through the things He suffered” (Hebrews 5:8 KJV).

One more thing.

Don’t give up even when you’re down.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lift Heavy

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By stockimages, published on 14 October 2013
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1 John 2:17

The world and its desires pass away, but whoever does the will of God lives forever.

 

My pastor is in the midst of a teaching on the will of God. Our text is “The Will of God” by Leslie Weatherhead, Abingdon Press, 1974. Originally written in 1944, much of the exposition reflects the agonies of living in England during WWII.

Weatherhead begins by differentiating the multiple facets of the will of God: intentional, circumstantial, and the ultimate.

Basically, he tells us that God wanted things to be really good for us (intentional) but He will help us through our detours (circumstantial) because He is going to accomplish His purposes no matter what (ultimate).

My pastor hammered home the concept that we must take care in counseling or comforting the afflicted by haphazardly offering a feeble explanation of negative circumstances being the will of God. Our Heavenly Father does not want disease, murder, betrayal, poverty, or similar trials, to beset us. He is love; not the author of confusion.

One member of the class made the astute observation that we interpret events according to our own standards, understanding of life, and beliefs about life and God. Oh, the maturity required to begin to understand that He is God and we are not.

I doubt I am the only one who has struggled to understand the reasons for the trials in life. However, I am thankful to know that God is faithful and has never left me through them. I know experientially that He has come not to eliminate my struggle but to be with me in them. And, I have learned no not ask “Why?” but to ask “What?”

What are the things I need to learn from this trial, Lord? How do You want me to grow now that this thing has happened? Will I turn to You for comfort and solace instead of the world and its glitter that fades? Am I willing to hurt long enough for you to accomplish Your Will?

I am a baby-gym rat. At my age, few of us ever attain ribbons or trophies for our efforts. Yet, I am committed to my weekly work-outs because they help me maintain my weight, function, and sanity. There’s no better place to beat out one’s frustrations than at the bench press.

Muscles can be developed in two basic ways. Multiple repetitions of comfortable weight will tone and strengthen. However, three or four reps at fifty pounds, performed regularly, will bulk up those arms as well as build strength.

My work-outs have had to be altered after my four years in the gym. I went gung-ho, working up to heavy weights, but recently have become dissatisfied with the increased size in my muscles. I’ve gained a dress size and ten pounds! I’ve gone back to more reps with lighter weights. Too much of a good thing…

As I thought of my study about the will of God, I realized that in my spiritual life a similar principle applies.

When life is rolling along with minor irritations, devoid of the big tragedies, I can be pleased with my faithfulness and delicate growth as a disciple. I can keep doing this light work-out and stayed toned and look pretty good. Progress is slow, albeit positive, and if that’s where I want to stay, I just keep going.

Sometimes, the Lord intervenes and sets a big, heavy weight in front of me. Now, I know what will happen if I tackle this big boy. Who wants to be fatter, heavier, and bigger?

Yet, that may be the very intention of the Lord. Whether it’s His intentional, circumstantial, or ultimate will, it is His will nonetheless; and the faithful disciple spits in his hands, looks at the Master Trainer, and braces for the lift.

Some trainers have to resort to screaming and yelling. “You can do it. Come on you wimp, lift! You’ll never get there if you don’t work.” It helps to focus attention on the difficult task when someone stands beside you and screams.

The Lord has done this to me. He has set down a big one, and through His presence and gentle prodding, has forced me to lift. I have no idea what His will is nor do I know what is up ahead. But, He does. And the only way I’ll be prepared, faithful to participate, and trained for the task, is to lift heavy. I may not like it, but as my gym trainer says, it’s for my own good.

Take a look in your spiritual mirror. Are you flabby or toned? Are you satisfied with your progress? If not, step up in faith and lift heavy. Trust the Master Trainer and submit to His work-out designed to bring you through the will of God.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thoughts on Cardiac Ablation

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By Stuart Miles, published on 04 September 2012
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Psalm 118:24

Living Bible (TLB)

24 This is the day the Lord has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it.

In a detour from my usual devotional writing, I am posting a personal experience in hopes of reaching someone else who may be contemplating a cardiac ablation.

I’ve had SVT (supraventricular tachycardia) off and on for many years, hence the referral to this condition as “paroxysmal”, and until recently have resigned to live or die with it.

Like a switch thrown out of the blue, my heart would race up to over 220 beats per minute, leaving me incapacitated if the arrhythmia lasted a half an hour or more. I’ve been afflicted in just about every imaginable circumstance, the most dangerous would be driving, and have to immediately stop what I’m doing and perform some type of Valsalva maneuver in hopes of slowing the rate. Putting my head between my knees, bearing down and holding my breath, or even splashing my face with ice water (to replicate the mammalian diving reflex) is neither always convenient nor effective.

Technology has come a long way, baby, and the treatment of choice is now cardiac ablation, which simply explained, means jiggling around a hot wire in your atrium until the irritable area is stimulated and reproduces the rapid rate. Then, the area is ablated, or fried. Sort of. Nonetheless, that’s it in a nutshell, and if it’s successful and the complications like a punctured lung or heart, blood clot or stroke, or infection, do not occur, you may be cured. These complications are very rare and fatal consequences are less than one out of a thousand. I figured I expose myself to more risk every time I get in an automobile.

My episodes occurred about every other day, short runs of tachycardia that left me interrupted for a few seconds or minutes and feeling faint, with long thirty to forty five minute episodes happening three to four times a year. As a young person, a young healthy heart can sustain this nonsense, but as a senior citizen, the risk of developing atrial fibrillation, or worse, increases with the aging heart.

My hope is that if any one reading my blog and also suffers with this condition; you may consider the research and get checked out to have the procedure, if it is appropriate for you. Find a great cardiologist. Get a referral to a great electro physiologist, and book into a great center where these procedures are done routinely. I am so fortunate to be near Nashville, Tennessee, where health care is probably king to country music. I guess it depends how one looks at things…

I thank the Lord for being with me through my experience, which proves to me once again, He never leaves or forsakes me. I am grateful for the prayer support. Who knows that, like Ester, I am blogging at such a time as this just to tell you about this technology? Dear friend, rejoice with me in this good day! I’ll keep you posted on the long term effects. But for now, be glad with me.

Oh, Barren! Obedient?

medium_2718556208 “So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.” Luke 11:9

I’m currently involved in a writer’s group taking lessons on writing queries. A query is an asking or requesting; specifically for the writer, a query is what you must do to get an editor or publisher to consider looking at your work. No guarantees implied, a query might be akin to getting your toe in the door.

If God were an editor, I’d be in the slush pile of rejected manuscripts and lengthy boring queries.

But, I’m not. I continually remind myself I’ve been accepted for the next assignment. The problem is, I may not know what is required of me, or worse yet, I don’t like the work He’s given me to do.

I was reminded of this when I recently received an email from a group member about a query I’d written. My proposed topic was encouragement for the woman with a newly confirmed diagnosis of infertility.

It’s been almost 40 years for me since I was told I could not conceive. I’ve watched with great interest the technological developments, research, new pharmaceuticals and therapies, and extremely high tech interventions like “Snow Babies” and surrogate moms. Just because I am long past the ability to benefit from these wonderful techniques doesn’t mean I am not still rooting for more to be done to help our modern day Hannahs.

Unfortunately, the sting of being barren still persists. Perhaps, our modern world is less condemning of the couple without children but the personal anguish within the hearts of defeated lovers is just as intense and unrelenting as ever. Proverbs 30:16 lumps the barren womb in with the grave, drought, and fire. Ouch.

As modern women, we are encouraged to see our strengths and abilities. We are to expand our capabilities, increase our self reliance, determine our destinies, and flex the muscles of talent and skill to their utmost. Young women today have so many more opportunities to fulfill themselves than ever before. The conflict that occurs when all of our dreams, efforts and hopes are  extinguished when “can’t’ is encountered, leaves the high achieving gal flat on her back.

I accomplished nearly everything my heart desired as a young woman. I was intelligent(and hope I still am), healthy, creative, spontaneous, capable, and confident; I intended to continue down the path of productivity in every aspect of life because I could. Until, I faced being barren. It was the one thing I could not do.  Money, prayer, surgery, modern drugs, begging, crying, anger, frustration, or magic incantations did not produce a child. I was stunned. I could not.

For the first time in my life, even though I knew Jesus as Savior, I did not know Him as Sovereign Lord. I gave lip service to Him being in control of the universe, but when He pushed me up against an immoveable wall of barrenness, I had to cry ‘uncle’.

The response to my query was that the barren ‘could’ adopt because there are so many needy children worldwide. These children are a unique problem, requiring much love and support from God’s church, but they are not necessarily the solution to the barren womb. Many loving couples with children of their own open their homes to someone else’s child. However, for many woman the lack of a child, which could be solved by acquiring someone else’s, is only half of the problem.

The problem for Hannah, Sarai, Michal, Anna, and me is not what could be done but what can’t be done. As meaningful as the aforementioned women’s examples from the Bible are to me, the most influential childless person in the Bible is not a woman at all. It’s a man; Jesus Himself.

During my last pity party, over thirty five years ago, I lamented how terrible it was of Him to not allow me the joy of having my own children. I even had the audacity to throw up to Him that He, a man, couldn’t possibly know the torment of a barren womb since He didn’t have one. Making one, in my opinion at the time, did not give Him an edge to understanding one.

Quietly, with great love, He tapped me on my shoulder. “Daughter, I hate to point this out to you. I didn’t have any children either. I was fully man when I was on Earth, and I would have liked them as well. But, I had to do the will of my Father. And, so do you.”

Wow. An epiphany. From that moment onward I saw barrenness as the space for His will for my life. My ‘can’t’ turned to His will.

Instead of adopting, I spent thirteen years as a Sunday school teacher of youth at my church. I slept over, ate pizza till the cows came home, boogied at all night lock-ins, and watched several generations of young church members blossom into fine Christian parents, bringing their own children to church. A real highlight of my ministry life was when I received communion from a newly ordained deacon, gray at his temples, who had been one of my guys in the high school department. I had to do the will of my Father…

As a far adoption, it is not an easy or affordable task for many. Healthy infants in the United States are in great demand with low supply, and some couples realistically are not equipped to meet the needs of disabled children. Some men are open to procreating their own offspring but resistant or negative to rearing someone else’s. A woman without the funds or support to adopt is left with her barrenness nonetheless. She lives with the two regrets.

A favorite American holiday, Mother’s Day, was inspired by Anna Jarvis, who was not a mother. She chose to honor her own mother with a white carnation, her mother’s favorite. Another childless American icon, Juliet Gordon Lowe, founded the Girl Scouts, and has affected millions of girls for over 100 years. I was one of them. Surely there are myriad of ways to connect with children and offer love and guidance as they grow. Support can be given to moms in need, assistance offered to pro-life agencies, and talents applied to educate the world to uphold the glorious jobs brave moms do every day worldwide.

For those of us who have asked and not received, the challenge is to look at the empty corner in our lives as the next place the Lord will pull us out of life’s slush pile and  put us back into circulation. Each one of us is unique and He will use us as He sees fit because He is God. I am not. For the newly diagnosed Never-Mom, look to Him as your guide and example. Believe that life has much love, fulfillment, and joy for you as you follow the One  who really can sympathize with our weaknesses. What could you do to affect generations of children, now that you have the time?

 

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Love Livin’LaVida Jimmy Moore

My personal health journey has been heavily influenced by Jimmy Moore(please visit his blog listed in My Follow List). Metabolic Syndrome reared its ugly head, menopause strangled me, and I literally felt like I was done for. Jimmy’s vast array of podcasts became my daily bread (along with the Word, of course) and I was exposed to information that led to drastic improvements in my blood profile, 40 pound weight loss, stabilization of hormonal imbalances, and a new hip. This week, Jimmy appeared on the 700 club and explained his call from the Lord to do what he does: multiple podcasts, write books, and inspire us! Once 410 pounds, Jimmy is now a slim 180 and hob nobs with top scientists, nutritionists, and doctors. Not too bad for a local boy from North Carolina. His new book Cholesterol Clarity: What the HDL is wrong with my numbers  has been co-authored with Dr. Eric Westman, another heath guru functioning outside the proverbial box and actually curing patients. I mention my journey and these resources only as a suggestion for those of you gals suffering as I did. Definitely worth your own investigation; check out Jimmy Moore and his resources.  See what improvements you can make in your own health. I will be reading his new book as soon as it arrives and will give my review here, for what it’s worth! Here’s a thought for you:

Dump the carbs and in its place, add a prayer to your race.

Lose the pounds, your faith abounds. A stronger spirit, a thinner face!