Do you find yourself thinking, “If only things were different”?
It has been almost a year since I was diagnosed with cancer following years of illness. I praise God that He has not allowed the cancer to return! Please praise Him with me and pray that my check-up later this month reveals no new cancer.
Reading has always been a pleasure of mine. After the introduction of characters in a story book, the plot develops and the action builds to a slightly unsettling, but exciting high point. Then, the action turns and slows to the point of resolution, a satisfyingly happy ending. All is well.
It should have been a simple task. Mopping the kitchen floor after months of neglect due to illness did not seem to be a major task once I had enough energy to notice the filth. I felt good and didn’t have a problem finishing the job. It was refreshing to have a clean floor in one small space of the house and satisfying to finally accomplish something more than my own self-care. Little did I know the enormity of time that would be required to recover from this seemingly straightforward task.
Do not love the world nor the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the boastful pride of life, is not from the Father, but is from the world.
1 John 2:15-16
The day after I realized that I might have to stop writing posts for this blog I remained in bed praying for a while before I got up for the day. I asked God to help me know Him more even though my struggles to see well prevent as much Bible reading as I had been doing. In this precious time spent with God, I became aware of the Father watching me, desiring to give me the answer to my prayer. I thought of Jesus standing at His Father’s side advocating for me and the Holy Spirit living inside of me, helping me along this process called sanctification. An hour passed peacefully as I pictured manna raining down to feed me while I tried to find God’s way in my desert.Read More »
Not that I speak from want, for I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am. I know how to get along with humble means, and I also know how to live in prosperity; in any and every circumstance I have learned the secret of being filled and going hungry, both of having abundance and suffering need. I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.
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The blessing of Christian fellowship is a wonderful gift! God “comforts us in all our affliction so that we will be able to comfort those who are in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted” (2 Corinthians 1:3-5). Sometimes though, it is difficult to know how best to offer this comfort even when there is a sincere desire to do so.
In an attempt to cheer myself a few weeks ago, I tried to think of something I could look forward to, but it was difficult. Through a tearful struggle, I came up with a few things and kept my eyes on them with the expectation that I would be cheered once they happened. This gave me a precarious sensation of hope amidst circumstances that had been brimming with loss for several years. But… this was simply a recipe for additional disappointment.
A desire for fellowship with others who experience limitations similar to mine has resulted in an ever-widening circle of companions via social networking. Most of us are homebound due to physical difficulties; we are better able to manage health concerns at home. Interestingly, a common thread runs through many of our conversations: what do we do with our time, and how do we accomplish what we think we should be doing?