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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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Ever find that every step you take you feel like you’re two steps behind?
That’s me. My 2016 goals are in place. I have a plan to meet each goal. And they’re good goals, too! The first week of the year went rather smoothly … pacing myself, telling myself You can do this. It’s a piece of cake!
If you’re like me, something happens to throw you off your game. It could be the simple trip to the store for a few things that turns into buying enough supplies to get through Armageddon. Or maybe your neighbor needs you to watch their kids for a while so they can help a relative stricken with the flu. Better yet, your spouse wants to start on that project you’ve been wanting done for years—only they need your supervision.
Perception is everything.
Please meet Ayis Caperonis. Ayis was born in Lausanne, Switzerland with great dreams and a bright future. Yet at the age of thirteen, all dreams were dashed when a crippling brain tumor was detected.
Listen to how Ayis struggled. Hear him talk about his disappointments and weariness. It wasn’t until he began a relationship with Christ that his attitude and determination shifted. He then saw hope—he saw a possible future.
One 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.
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
All those days between first days are gone now. I remember so many fondly. But it’s the first days that seem magical. Watching the kids’ excitement over new supplies. Seeing the their faces light up when they talk about the newness of the next grade.
Did I do everything right? Far from it. Did I make the most of what God offered me? Not even close.
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I knew this day would come. These days I sometimes walk through department stores this time of year and watch other mommies shop with frantic looks on their faces while their kids act embarrassed to be seen with them. It’s their turn to experience their own first days.
Embrace each moment. Cherish all the experiences, because each one is beautiful in its own way. And if you see a lady watching and smiling, never mind, it’s probably me. I’m remembering the firsts days of school I experienced years ago.
Mother’s Day can be an awkward holiday. Check out my latest post on Christian Women Online …
Jesus loves me this I know
For the Bible tells me so
Little ones to him belong
They are weak but he is strong
Yes Jesus loves me
Yes Jesus loves me
Yes Jesus loves me
The Bible tells me so
Energy, boundless energy. That is what I had before December 2, 2012, the day I had back-to-back grand mal seizures. The seizures set off a journey that led to the diagnosis of a left frontal lobe meningioma the size of the doctor’s fist. I never truly knew tired before that day.