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Jesus is my healer

Sometimes I wonder if God wants me to share something, and I’ll pray about it, and I’ll journal, and I’ll wait. And then he shows me a Scripture or a sign or I just have a serious prompting in my heart that makes it clear that yes, I should share this. And this is one of those stories.

As I was chatting with a friend Sunday  about illness, dark times, and recovery (her dad recently went through quite a bit with a cancer scare), she brought up the time I was so sick I was sleeping all day long. She told me of when she took me for walks to try to wake me up, and specifically a time she took me to Office Max. As we were walking through the store she had to catch me because I fell asleep standing up. This astounded me. I knew it had been bad, but I had no idea how bad. Then another friend joined in the conversation and told me about people visiting in the hospital. Most of the people she listed, I don’t even remember seeing there. It was surreal, hearing these stories and feeling as if they were talking about someone else. It brought me to tears.

So I went home Sunday contemplating all of this. Later that day, Mike affirmed the gravity of the situation when he told me the nights I was in the hospital he wouldn’t sleep – couldn’t sleep – because he was so afraid of losing me. That brought me to tears again, picturing where he was, and what he had to deal with. And it just made me so… so… THANKFUL. And that night I fell asleep praising God for everything; my life, my husband, kids, friends, family.

This morning I read a story of Jesus healing 10 lepers, and in essence it was God answering my question – “should I share?” –  Luke 17:14-19 – “When he saw them he said to them, ‘Go and show yourselves to the priests.’ And as they went they were cleansed. Then one of them, when he saw that he was healed, turned back, praising God with a loud voice; and he fell on his face at Jesus’ feet, giving him thanks. Now he was a Samaritan. Then Jesus answered, ‘Were not ten cleansed? Where are the nine? Was no one found to return and give praise to God except this foreigner?’ And he said to him, ‘Rise and go your way; your faith has made you well.’”

So I guess this is me, turning back to praise God with a loud voice and giving thanks to Jesus. He is still in the healing business.

Trusting God’s Timing

Here’s what I love about God: He shows himself in the timing of things. I don’t even know if that’s Biblical, but it seems to happen for me. Maybe it’s just how He likes to communicate with us who are “type A” and live by their calendars. It certainly sends a clear message to me, that is for sure. April 13th, which was the day 2nd CI surgery was originally scheduled, means nothing to me. And when I was in that hospital bathroom to give them a second sample for testing, I was praying over that cup of pee. You can laugh at that – I did – but it’s true. I was praying that if the surgery was meant to be that day, that He would remove all infection from that cup. And with that prayer, I told God that either way, I was trusting in His timing, not mine.

Well, if you read my last post, you know what happened. It was not to be on April 13th. Much has transpired since that day, so let me try to break it down for you.

  1. The insurance approval was effective until May 10th, so the surgery was rescheduled for May 8th. My 1st CI was implanted on May 9th, 2014.
  2. My surgeon wants me to get another urinalysis done one week prior to the surgery.
  3. I have been taking Vitamin D supplements per my neurologist’s recommendation, and when I finish them I need to get new blood work. I take my last pill this week, which means I need to get the blood work done next week.
  4. My Tysabri infusions for MS are every 4 weeks, and my next one is due April 29th(next week).

What this means is that my infusion, blood work, and urinalysis, all have come due in the same week, the week prior to my 2nd CI surgery. A 2nd CI surgery that will come one year, almost to the day, after my 1st CI. And! All three procedures/tests can be done at the same building, which makes for seamless Spec-Tran ride scheduling.

All of these things, combined, make this Type-A girl’s heart happy, and assures me that God really is in control. Because I could not have planned it better myself.

Exodus 14:14 – “The Lord will fight for you. You need only to be still.”

When strivings cease

Part of a song lyric popped into my head this morning, and it stuck real good so I wanted to share.

“When strivings cease.” It’s from one of my favorite worship songs, called “In Christ Alone”. I believe much of the lyrics from the song were derived from Psalm 46, so I looked it up (it’s also copied below, for your convenience). I found that this particular Psalm was written during a time of war and natural disasters. The writer of this Psalm was tired; tired of fighting and tired of being afraid. When he talks about striving, he means it. But then he turns to God. He recognizes that God is in ultimate control and believes He was telling him to stop trying so hard. “Stop striving, I’ll handle this.” He didn’t necessarily say he would end the battle anytime soon. He just said He would be there through all of it.

This reminds me of Exodus 14:14, where it says “The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still.” This seems to be a recurring theme throughout the Bible, and consequently in my life as well as others who are struggling with any sort of “battle”. If that’s you – please know these words are true for you – Stop striving. Be still. The Lord is fighting your battle. Rest in Him.

Psalm 46:

God is our refuge and strength,
    an ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
    and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam
    and the mountains quake with their surging.[c]

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
    the holy place where the Most High dwells.
God is within her, she will not fall;
    God will help her at break of day.
Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall;
    he lifts his voice, the earth melts.

The Lord Almighty is with us;
    the God of Jacob is our fortress.

Come and see what the Lord has done,
    the desolations he has brought on the earth.
He makes wars cease
    to the ends of the earth.
He breaks the bow and shatters the spear;
    he burns the shields[d] with fire.
10 He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
    I will be exalted among the nations,
    I will be exalted in the earth.”

First Impressions

Today was the day my first cochlear implant was activated. I wasn’t sure how it would go, but I went in with an open mind, and I’m glad I did. Here are some of my first impressions:

1) Everyone sounds like chipmunks. So when they turned it on and started talking to me, I sat there, grinning like an idiot, trying not to giggle (I failed).

2) Natalie told me she loved me, and I told her I loved her too, and then I started to cry. This is what I was waiting for. I think a lot of times she speaks without sound when she talks to me, and in a very exaggerated way, so it’s going to take some learning on her part to remember to talk normally again. But thankfully, she is a smart girl and a very quick learner. I think as weird as it was for her when I went deaf, this is also a new kind of weird. So we’ll journey this weirdness together.

3) When they were setting the base volume level, they played a series of beeps. I had dried my tears from before, and this just got them going again. It’s been 11 months of having nothing sound real or normal, and those beeps, those sounds, they were beautiful. Beautifully real sounds.

4) On the drive home I could hear the beats to the music, and the road noise from the tires, and I just stared out the window. And again let the tears fall. I was struck with the simplicity and normalcy of sound. I believe I really had forgotten what I had lost. The memory of it, and then the reality of it being returned to me was just overwhelming. Simple sounds we all take for granted. The shuffling of papers, footsteps around me, my own husband’s voice. These are all things I took for granted, and they were taken from me. Yet for some reason only known to God, they are being returned to me. To say that I am grateful is a colossal understatement.

These past 11 months have been a journey, and today is the next step on that journey. I thought at first that it was a new journey, but I think that’s wrong. What I have been through has shaped me in ways I am still discovering, and it has made me who I am today. I am more patient, more courageous, more thoughtful of others. Stronger, yet tender-hearted.

Yet, still Mindy.