Does God Cry?

Crying

Have you ever wondered if God cries?

To help me understand what’s involved with having a personal relationship with God, I try to see Him as I see others with whom I have relationships. I mean no disrespect by this. I bring Him down to my level—figuratively, of course—so I can look into His eyes and try to understand who He is to me.

That’s how I started the morning of April 1, 2011. It was Friday and I thanked God for bringing me through another work week. Little did I know while I was thanking God, He was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees with his head in his hands. He knew when he got out of bed that day everything would start falling into motion. He choose to stay on the edge of his bed—just a few moments more. He knew this day had to come. He knew before I went to sleet that night I would hear news that had the potential to rock me to the core of my foundation. He knew today would be the beginning of my need to revisit my personal hell and the demons He had banished from my life year earlier.

As He finally got out of bed and strolled to His kitchen, He knew this wasn’t how He planned to do things. This had never been how He planned it. Sin had gotten in the way all those years ago. His children were all paying the costs and He was cleaning up after it—still cleaning up.

As he poured Himself a cup of coffee and fixed His cereal, He felt the pain I would experience later on that day. With each spoonful of cereal, He pondered on what was to come. He stopped, put his spoon down and rested His arm and forehead on the table.

I wonder if God cried for me that day.

These are some of the thoughts that careened through my mind the early part of April 2011. I write about that and more in my new memoir, “Ten Days to Live: How God Used a Brain Tumor to Heal a Heart.”

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Worship Like Job

Job1One of my goals for 2016 is to read the Bible through again. If you have tried it, you know it can be a bit daunting. In the past, so not to get lost in the chapters of Leviticus, I’d read a bit of the Old Testament, then some of the New Testament. But this year I decided to mix it up a bit. I’m reading the Bible chronologically. I started in Genesis but soon was directed to Job.

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Knock, Knock

knock knockKnock, knock.

Who’s there?

The New Year, 2016, please welcome me in.

I don’t know … what do you have for me?

Isn’t that’s what we all want to know, what is waiting for us in 2016? Will we see wonders beyond our comprehension? Will we see more beauty than we ever imagined existed? Continue reading

Practicing Gratitude at Thanksgiving

There’s a turkey to brine, bathrooms to clean, tables to set and lists to check. Thoughts like these consume us each November.

But have we lost the most important part of the Thanksgiving holiday? How sad it is that these get most of our attention. It’s understandable that planning for the day’s celebration is necessary, but please remember there’s so much to be thankful for.

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Waiting for Tomorrow

SunriseWe pace. We fret. We stare at our watch. What are we so anxious about?

Time.

Many who have dealt with serious physical challenges like cancer, tumors, or an assortment of medical ailments tend to hold time dear and look at life differently.

Had that pillow been so cozy before? It feels wonderful to wake up with it against my face.

The rays from the sun shine warm my insides as well as my outside.

This morning’s sunrise was spectacular. Had it ever been so beautiful before?

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Are You Ready for Day Six?

(c) All rights reserved, Martin Young

(c) All rights reserved, Martin Young

I’ve had my share of struggles–everyone has them. Some struggles are big, and others are ginormous! How do you know to keep fighting or cut your losses and walk away from your struggle?

Stay focused on the issue. Comparing your pain to someone else only adds to the problem. How someone hurts is personal. For me, all I need to know is that I hurt. When I compare myself to others, I tend to felt guilty for how silly I may appear.

Pain isn’t silly. Hurt is hurt. Struggles are struggles. Focus on what needs to be done.

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Remember My Story

Dad, Dave's weddingThis week is my dad’s birthday. If he wouldn’t have died over thirty-five years ago, he would be eighty-six years young now. Today, he would have had the privilege to celebrate with his children, grandchildren and even great grandchildren.

There would have been cake, I’m certain of that. Even though he never liked anyone fussing over him, he would have appreciated the gesture. Maybe he and I would have made it together, just like the old days. He helped me made my first cake—yellow box cake with chocolate frosting. It was frosted in globs and sat lopsided on the plate, but he told me it was a work of art.

And I believed him.

I’m certain the conversation would have gotten around to hunting. My brothers and I would remind him that he took us all hunting when we were old enough. I can hear him now, saying he didn’t hunt much after we grew up and left home. He’d say it wasn’t the same.
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Even If I Don’t Survive

Lew & Robin 2015Friday and Saturday were glorious this past week. The sun was bright, yet the air had a cool bite to it in the early hours. Lew and I celebrated our anniversary by peddling different rail trails in Pennsylvania and Maryland. Not only celebrate the day but to look back over the years of our marriage to see remember how we’d been blessed.

And blessings surrounded our lives.

Meeting on-line and living so far apart—while it seemed a challenge—had been a great blessing. We used the time to get to know each other slowly, with purpose in mind. Many times we’d tell friends, “If we wanted to take someone to dinner and a movie, we’d stay closer to home. Instead, we want to see what God has in store for us.”

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Facing the Truth from Obituaries

siloetted coupleI follow obituaries. That’s what older people do.

Ah, I remember her, what a shame, or He lived a good life, bless him.

But today I read the obit of a fellow who had a crush on me in high school. He was sweet and kind, and I broke his heart as young and foolish high school girls sometimes do. Continue reading

Guest Blog – Nothing to do with baseball …

Michelle Counts is my guest blogger today. If you’ve dealt with a brain tumor you will appreciate  her story. If you know someone who has a brain tumor, maybe her words will help put circumstances in order. God is the Great Physician and Provider. See how he manifests himself through Michelle’s ordeal.

Michelle CountsI had suffered migraines for most of my life, but on February 18, 2015 my trip to the ER proved migraines were the least of my problems. Once at the ER things moved so quickly. Within an hour the CAT scan administered showed I had a large brain tumor and was admitted to the hospital. The next day I met with my neurosurgeon and he told me I had a left parietal occipital baseball size tumor with attachment to the superior sagittal sinus. He scheduled my surgery for February 27th.

On the day of my surgery, I asked God if he would not only see me through my surgery but also wake me quickly so my children wouldn’t worry over their unconscious mother. I took a photo of my beautiful children with me right into the operating room with me, looking at it as they sedated me.

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