He’s Still on the Line

hold you tight

Long after my beloved is asleep

Devastated by unanswered prayers and sorrows so deep

I lie awake my body tossing, trembling

Such are the storms of night:  unending.

From wherest does my help come from

When prayers bring no relief with each day’s sun?

The hopes are dashed, the relief doesn’t last

And the damage, the pain continues no less.

So many nights where nightmares became reality

So much suffering sends off all memories of normalcy.

People leave your life even when they like you

For fear, for powerlessness, for horror of what is your truth.

New sojourners may come only to wallow awhile with you

Should you happen to find a way out they will be long gone too.

Choose wisely your inner circle my friend

Make sure the Lord is closest-in when the nightmare ends.

He will never leave:  His love will fill the gaps

Where others must fail, supernatural strength is what lasts.

You can call Him near, like a salve to the wounds of war

Then peace will come . . . you can carry on from there, dear one.

Now here’s a love song that reminds me of these times with my beloved Steve:  he holds me close while the Lord is still “on the line,” listening to our hearts and holding both of us near to His own.   From a simpler time:

Still on the Line

Footnotes on Suffering

To sustain us through the tough times, many of us turn to God and to prayer.  In this short article from today’s e-newsletter of the Vision Beyond Borders ministry, we can find encouragement and strength.  Let us allow God’s Holy Word to wash over us and consider Patrick Klein’s remarks as one who has seen suffering beyond what we can even fathom here in the United States of America.  We are blessed to have the freedom to be able to read and share these sentiments today:
Hebrews 12:12-13 says, “Therefore, strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees. Make level paths for your feet, so that the lame may not be disabled, but rather healed.” This is talking about someone who has already been involved in the race. It is someone who has been pursuing the Lord and His purposes, but is growing weary and tired from the race. It is the point when they have hit the wall, and must dig deep to keep persevering.
When we feel burdened beyond our own strength to endure, it is then that we must remember not to rely on ourselves, but on God who raises the dead! We don’t want to start well then grow tired, but to be those who persevere, endure and finish well. We can’t do that in our own strength, but only through Jesus and only by setting His example continually before us; by looking to Jesus the author and FINISHER of our faith! (Hebrews 12:2)
This passage also tells us to make level paths for our feet. The word for paths here is “trochia”. It is literally translated as an imprint left by wheels – like a rut. We must realize that we are all leaving a rut in the ground for others to follow. No matter where God has us, there are people who are looking to us and our example. We must be careful that the path we are leaving is one that is level and straight, that it will not cause others to stumble, but it will be one of healing!
This passage comes directly after God explains how we are to persevere in the midst of our suffering, knowing God uses it to strengthen us…and not just us, but those who come after us! May He strengthen us to persevere for His Kingdom and His Glory. May we be a vessel of His healing as we leave a straight path for others!
I do pray that all of us wherever we are in the world will be healed of our infirmities in this life.  We know that by His stripes we are healed from the consequences of sin and death (1 Peter 2:24), by repenting and believing in the sacrificial death and resurrection of Jesus Christ (John 3:16).  We know that one day there will be no more pain and suffering (Rev 21:4).  While it is possible that it may happen in each of our lifetimes, there are no guarantees of this per se.  Rather than be discouraged, join me in being encouraged that all pain and suffering can be used for His glory if we but keep our eyes fixed on Him, persevere, and endure.  The trials can be used to strengthen us, lead others to the Source of our strength, and mature us (James 1:4) for our eternal reward in heaven (Rev 22:12).
And that, gentle readers, is enough to get me up and running again every time.  Even today when out of sorts.  How about you?
Thomas Kinkaid:  The Cross
Thomas Kinkaid: The Cross

To Hell and Back: Part 2

Continued from To Hell and Back:  Part 1
Back by Grace
I had caught a glimpse of hell on earth with the most violent seizure attacks that I had ever experienced in my life in the wee wee hours of the morning on July 5, 2013.  Our mini family reunion and gathering for a memorial service was shaping up to be a living nightmare with no end in sight; something like, “weeping, gnashing of teeth” were now my living hell as the Bible describes hell for those eternally separated from God.  But I have Jesus in my heart!  Nothing made sense.  Surely I felt as though I was dying.  I found myself asking:  where is God now?
The story continues.
It was inching closer to 6:00 a.m. EST on Friday, July 5th.  Since we were now in the CST zone, my husband, Steve, and I figured out between the ongoing attacks that we might be able to get a little sleep before the sun came up if these episodes would somehow stop.  But how?
The inner voice I have come to know as the Holy Spirit in times such as these suggested that I ask Steve get my industrial gas mask out of my suitcase.  He did, I strapped that baby on, and within 5 minutes the episodes had diminished in frequency, intensity and duration.  Just a low grade intermittent series of tic attacks remained and I started to be able to speak without eliciting further attacks.  Steve was already talking about packing up and going to a hotel immediately or even driving home tomorrow!  We doubted how we could possibly find the strength to do either option at this hour and what if I reacted to the hotel room?  Then what would I do?  Sleep in the car?  I wasn’t even sure it would be good for me to go to the car for awhile parked in front of my in-law’s because of the hot and humid weather of Arkansas:  perhaps I would suffocate in my sleep!
Then my waking prayer led me to suggest to Steve that he try to get some sleep and I would just lie there in bed for awhile until he was more rested.  I needed to trust that after some sleep Steve could lead us in what to do next and in the meantime the Lord would somehow sustain me.  I was a mess anyways so I should not be trusted to make any big decisions!  It was becoming difficult to breathe through the large respirator mask with my sore, constricted chest.  I was also getting very warm further aggravating all of the flared up noxious symptoms like the massive neck headache.  But I must wait anyways.  Neither one of us in no position to make a rational decision at this time.
Turns out that I was able to sleep about 2 hours.  I woke up feeling like my head was in a vice!  My chest tightness was actually reduced however, perhaps by breathing against the resistance of the respirator mask fitted to my face.  Wow, just like loosening a tight muscle through deep pressure, the intercostal muscles of my rib cage had relaxed enough to allow both breathing and sleep!  And somehow I was now fully awake.  I felt terrible but awake.  Then the next steps came to mind.
I gathered my purse, got dressed in my clothes from yesterday, grabbed some food and water from the kitchen and headed out to our car.  There was no time to worry about clean underwear and the latent UTI I was still battling.  Surely I would feel better after some nourishment as it usually had helped after past seizure attacks, so these would be my next steps.
The fresh air outside felt good.  It was considerably cooler and less humid than when we had arrived.  But geez (!) did it feel weird to be sitting in the passenger seat of a Dodge Magnum at daybreak, loaded with 21-foot and 19-foot surf skis on the roof!  How the heck could I remain inconspicuous in a fighter jet set up like that?  I saw the elderly neighbor next door walk outside to get his morning newspaper.  I’d been sitting there awhile, his house was for sale, and I was insanely curious about the listing information in the box in front of his house.  My how the delirious mind wanders!  But at that moment I just wanted to sink below the window line of the car door, if you know what I mean!
I must mention here that my husband’s family knows the story all too well of a really really close female family member suddenly leaving a family reunion with the family car sans family!  The father and his children were stranded several States away from home without transportation or monies to get home any other way.  Turns out that a couple family members helped them out and the dad rented a car for part of the trip.  Now here I am, relatively new to this family, suddenly disappearing from the bedroom, sitting in the “family car” with my set of car keys, and no one knows what is going to happen next!  I knew that I was not going to leave to go anywhere until someone in the household woke up, even if I knew that practically speaking, I could take time to find a hotel while everyone was sleeping.  But leaving a “ransom note” simply would not be enough to remove the reminder of the old wound.  Leaving would just hit “too close to home” if you know what I mean!  I had to stay put.
Then I noticed that the neighbor next store had come outside again, this time to take an early morning walk.  He was now talking to another neighbor just up the hilly, winding street.  Taking a walk was one option I had considered to kill time so I got out of the car.  The H.S. was working again and the idea came to ask the gentlemen about other hotels or rental properties within the community.  I knew that my mother-in-law’s house had been rented in the past.  Perhaps there are other homes like hers, maybe one with hardwood floors?
Turns out that the men were very friendly and helpful.  The retired Baptist preacher told me that a house across the street was was a rental and there was a sign with a phone number posted over the carport.  We walked over to the house and I copied down the phone number.  I thanked him as we finished chatting and returned to my fighter-jet home base to start making phone calls.
My dearest Steve walked up to the car about then to check on me.  I updated him on the information that I had just learned and said that I felt awake enough to start making phone calls.  He was still so exhausted that he needed to return to bed.  I didn’t see a problem with that and kissed him goodnight once again.  Before long my in-laws, my “other mom” and “other dad” as I call them, were up and checking on me as well.  With tears I shared what had happened (and would learn much later that night that they had heard me crying earlier and knew something was wrong).  I did not want them to feel bad as they had graciously opened their home to us to stay with them for the weekend.  Later I found out that they never got the Facebook message about my sensitivities!  Sigh.
Within a few minutes, my “other dad” and I were checking out the housing options that sounded suitable for me.  Over the next several hours I had done a sniff test at the local hotel, had another seizure attack and mostly recovered, toured one of three rental houses, rented one, stopped at the library, and returned back to their house to pack up the car.  By this time my Divinely-sustained energy on two hours of sleep was waning.  Like a damaged war plane on auto pilot, I eventually got to bed after some food, supplements, spit bath, etc. around 3 in the afternoon.
The townhouse rental worked out reasonably well as alternative housing.  I could prepare all of my special dietary foods without inconveniencing or even offending my “other mom.”  My in-laws’ provision of a place within the gated community of Hot Springs Village even gave my husband’s sister and husband a place to crash closer to family for two nights with us in their own suite.  Staying with us saved them hours of driving and increased our time to visit with them.  Sweet.  Unfortunately my time was cut short some by some more attacks (cause I’m still on Lyme antibiotics that flares up the attacks too) but it was still more time overall than we would have had if they were staying an hour away where their vacation had started.
Steve and I had some very sweet respite in that townhouse in Hot Springs Village.  We got to share our surf skiis with our family at one of the beautiful lakes nearby too.  If you read between the lines, this means that I got back in my surf ski kayak for the first time in a year!  For that, I am also grateful.  It felt great!
“To hell and back” is my sentiment for this past long weekend.  Going forward, my antibiotic regime is about to change to better address the UTI.  Perhaps I will tolerate the Levaquin better this time than in the past, for having endured the wretched side effects of the Doxycyline I’ve been on the past 2 weeks.  As the long weekend continued, I ended up reacting to environmental toxins in more places than my in-laws’ home and generally recovered o.k. after each. Gratefully, the reactions were in private, my preference.
So the Lyme and the Chronic Inflammatory Response Syndrome certainly did not take a vacation this Fourth of July holiday!  And yet I can’t help but see that having the attack and spending time with my “other dad” brought us closer together in a way that probably would not have happened if everything had gone  smoothly.  I saw a tenderness in him on Friday that I will cherish.   Steve and I have only been married five years.  Sometimes it takes a lifetime to have a connection like that with your “other dad” . . .
There’s a saying that I’ve quoted in this blog before that bears repeating here:  When going through hell, don’t stop!  Yup, that’s a funny one!  The take home message is this:  if you but do as scripture leads, with the guidance of the Holy Spirit in the name of Jesus Christ, our suffering (seizure attacks) will produce endurance (on 2 hours of sleep), our endurance will build character (to enjoy time with my father-in-law), and our character will produce hope (that our suffering will not be wasted).  I encourage you to mediate on Romans 5:4, where these themes are found in God’s Word.
When going through hell on earth do not stop.  The Lord is working and it will be for our own good and joy.  He promised for those who believe in Him (1 Peter 1:6-9) and in the end there can be great joy!
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