Posted on June 9, 2021
“…I am the LORD, who heals you.” (Exodus 15:26)
Prayer is powerful. When we pray to God on our spouse’s behalf, we acknowledge His sovereignty. Our Creator is in control. He allows suffering, but is not the author of it. God sympathizes with our pain. The author of Hebrews reminds us, “we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin.”(Hebrews 4:15)
Marriage allows two people to accomplish more for Christ than we could alone.We can have full confidence God hears us, and is close when we are brokenhearted. His plan for our lives is good, despite the rampant pain and heartache in our world. We can trust and pray for His will for our lives. Because, despite the depravity in the world, His plans are more than we can ask for or imagine. Let us lift all of our worries up to Him, and ask for increased faith and trust in our God. The One True, Triune God.
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Posted on July 16, 2019
“God will take care of everything you need.” (Philippians 4:19 The Message)
How do we trust that God will take care of us as He does the birds and the trees? Believing God’s Word will fan the flame of our faith as we live it out in hard circumstances. When the ache of the unknown looms in front us as we place our lives in the hands of surgeons, prayer gives peace to our hearts and physically tired bodies. Use this prayer for yourself, or with friends and family before heading into surgery.
Father, praise You for this life. As we prepare for surgery to the body You have given us, many things flow into our minds and out of our hearts as we lie in wait. Yet, You reassure us in Exodus 15:26: “I am the Lord who heals you.”
We have an end picture in our minds as to what “healed” looks like for us, and desperately look to You for assurance that our lives and our pain will be healed. You are above all, see all, know all, and are capable of healing all. When Jesus walked the earth, He healed by the touch of His hand and the sound of His voice. We pray to feel Your healing hand upon us, Lord, and hear Your voice of peace and tranquility boom over the loud pain that throbs through our minds and bodies.
Posted on June 4, 2019
Daily life is littered with all sorts of sickness. Flu season hit my household this week, and according to the CDC, most of United States is in the midst of a “high activity” flu season. One does not realize the luxury of the average day until it’s besieged and de-railed by influenza. Life comes to a pause, and workloads pile up.
The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention reports that one in four adults had one or more chronic health conditions in 2012. Discouragement that leads to a depressive state cannot be categorized as a “it will never happen to me” notion. Mental health is an astronomical concern in this country. According to the National Alliance on Mental Illness, one in five adults in the US experience mental illness in a given year.
“Dear friend, I pray that you may enjoy good health and that all may go well with you, even as your soul is getting along well.” (3 John 1:2)
If our bodies and minds are ailing at such a high rate, it shouldn’t surprise us that our spiritual lives are unhealthy as well. LifeWay Research released a report in April of 2017 that states “more than half of Americans have read little or none of the Bible.” Though we don’t have full control over flu germs, depression, and terminal disease, we can choose to read Scripture daily.
Let’s pray for complete health, mind, body and soul. To seek His counsel in all things, and welcome the wisdom of the Holy Spirit into the part of our hearts that need healing. A healthy life is comprised of more than a fit physically body free of injury and illness.
Posted on March 22, 2012
It’s nice to open the day with a brisk run and a peak at the sunrise from the beach. Having so much to be extra thankful for this morning, my thoughts drifted to this early Spring…rather…Summer…weather, and how it makes waiting for Cedar Point to open as agonizing for me as it is for my kids. Staring at it across the water from the end of my street…I feel if I just gaze hard enough they’ll decide to open early.
Cedar Point is the best amusement park in the world. No really. It is…officially and stuff. But, to me, it’s so much more than that. More even, than all the childhood memories spent wandering within the confines of the beautiful peninsula it resides on, becoming a part of it’s every breath as an employee one summer in college, and now sharing laughs with my own kids there. It’s a living analogy of my life.
My favorite? ‘The Stomach Drop.’
CP has built two rides that instill fear in me. The Top Thrill Dragster. Sitting on it, you’re about to go 120 mph but don’t know when. And, Power Tower. Legs dangling at a ridiculously high height with no warning of the drop.
In that moment before take off, or drop down, I find myself so nervous and terrified…despite the fact that I’ve come out alive hundreds of times before. Then, BAM! My stomach drops…I swear I can feel it seeping out of my toenails…and down-or up- I go. The ride goes by in a screaming blur, and I exit with wobbling legs.
At ‘the park,’ I’m expecting to face some fear when I enter the line to ride. In life, fear has a tendency to smack me in the face without warning.
Every parent knows that challenges don’t happen one at a time. They have lots of friends, and they crash the party all at once. On the cusp of three bouts of stomach flu this week… it felt like it should be Saturday…but the calendar said Wednesday. Add also, that after days of wondering why there was dried blood in my one-year-olds ears, the quest to unfold the mystery began with phone calls, a doctor visit, meds and ear drops. The way things had gone this week, collided with my parental instincts at full speed Already sleep deprived…I still felt like I was waiting for the ride to start.
I was right.
That night in conversations amongst family, we remembered Lo Lo pulling an end table down on herself a few days ago when we were away visiting family in Findlay. Driving to pick up dinner, a natural wave of panic rushed through me.
My stomach dropped.
It was a bad fall but yielded no bumps or bruises, so we wrote it off. I had little time to take solace in the conversation from the pediatrician, who so graciously had patience with my obviously freaked out tone. Just hour later, Lo Lo’s turn with the stomach flu began.
With a call back from the doctor in the morning, we began a day what should have been spent outside in 80 degree March weather inside doctor’s offices… and eventually… a hospital CT scan room. Lo Lo had been sick with the stomach flu through the night, and we were both riding on two hours of sleep.
Through it all…my sweet little Lo giggled and bounced around as if nothing was wrong, even though she had been throwing up to the point of exhaustion just hours before, and had blood mysteriously making it’s way out of her ears.
I nervously but graciously awaited the ear specialist to make a diagnosis, juggling both of my daughter’s lack of compliance to sit still…and my oldest warning me she was about to poop. Trying to piece together, in angst, what the conclusion my daughter’s symptoms were leading the doctor’s conclude…I heard “….recent fall…possible base skull fracture…CT scan…put her to sleep for the test….” The words ‘skull fracture’ began to ring in my ears, and then I got lost in the blur of my own tears welling up. All I could manage was an “I need you now” text to my husband.
As the four of us walked into the hospital to face Lo’s test together, the power of prayer began to take over, shielding me from my own worst case scenario’s and thoughts on what it ‘could’ be. It was a grim circumstance to hold my Lo Lo’s hand as she’s strapped down and sent through a huge machine for a CT. But when the test was over, I felt an odd sense of calm, which was confirmed by a positive call from the doctor an hour later. “Weird,” he said, that Lo Lo was acting like her complete happy self with her symptoms.
No skull fracture. No ear damage. Lots of deep breaths.
“Weird.” I’d rather a weird mystery than the terrifying news other families in similar circumstances have to digest.
As a kid, it’s fun to push that boundary of fear on roller coasters and thrill rides. Real life fears are much harder to look in the eye, especially with a happy temperament like Lo. But when we prevail, God-willing, it is simultaneously empowering and humbling.
Finally having the chance to think clearly as I write this, I just remembered something my older daughter had said to me before bed the night before in response to her little sister’s ears (we had seen the doc for the first time that day)….
“I will pray for an angel to come spend the night with Lo Lo, Mommy. I will pray that God will send an angel to stay with her aaaaallllll night long and ‘pertect’ her.”