My dry bones lay on the battle floor.
Inside of me.
After the fire. The war.
That burned away the flesh.
Laid on God’s altar.
Submission requires so much rest.
To die. To surrender.
Peace, at best.
I literally left everything that I worked for on God’s altar to follow Him to–“wherever.” That was in 2000, and “wherever” happened to be 2000 miles from my “home.”
Now, this wasn’t an easy, smeasy letting go. I didn’t simply hear, listen and obey, and walk in peace.
My release required explosions (more than one) and a bit of medical drama (too many to mention). And, the kindness of the Lord amid it all.
Yet, the biggest turning point (explosion & medical drama) happened on February 12, 2000.
While riding a snowmobile in Island Park, Idaho, I drove the “sled” full-throttle into the guide wires of an electrical pole at the end of a trail.
After midnight. In a blizzard.
My heart is broken.
More so than at any other time.
Circumstances are not the matter,
as long as it’s for what breaks God’s.
And, this definitely does … Continue reading
Did I hear you, God? But, it doesn’t look like it!
It’s been a while since I’ve written a post.
Seems like I turned 50, and stopped writing.
It’s kind of true. Life suddenly took on a different direction in business. And, God graciously handed me a new tool to use to process “stuff” amid old, yet new scenery.
Not that it hasn’t been the best, the deepest healing and growing season of my life, because it has.
Not that it hasn’t been fulfilling, because my heart-bucket has overflowed.
And, it’s not that I didn’t want to write, I just didn’t know what to say.
Have you ever tried to change the position in which you sleep…after fifty years?
I am in the process of transitioning from “stomach sleeper” to “back sleeper.” Why? The way that I have been sleeping—spending over 35% of my life, has created pain in my body. This physical posture has caught up with me, and I need to make a change.
This transition reminds me of the mental and emotional challenge of “taking every thought captive to the obedience of Christ.” [2 Cor 10:5] I’d first read this verse shortly after I joined my women’s Bible study in 1996. But, I could not comprehend what it “looked like.” Friends would say, “focus on what is true … noble … right … pure … lovely … admirable—“ (Phil 4:8) This clearly required action from me. No one else was responsible for how my mind processed situations, entertained thoughts, or how I responded. And, these habits began at birth. I needed this change, but the instructions seemed vague to me. Continue reading
Ever hear the phrase, “The Canary in the Mine,” and wondered what it meant?
Before technology allowed for proper ventilation and created sensors to detect harmful levels of toxic gas in coal mines, miners would depend on a canary. Yes, a bird.
A canary is sensitive to carbon monoxide and methane gas. If the canary died, this signaled imminent danger for the miners. They would vacate the mine immediately.
People with chemical sensitivities are the canary for the rest of the world regarding household and hygiene products, artificial fragrances, make-up, foods, and more. Our bodies can’t process artificial stuff, and it causes a back-up in the liver, our whole detoxification system, making us very sick. This has recently been connected to a genetic mutation in PONS1 and MTHFR, causing us to become Non-methylators.