Problems Still Happen

Mother’s day is over. Back to reality. What do you do when the trials come? Dr. Michelle Bengston addresses dealing with how to deal and view trials that come into our lives. I hope you find this as encouraging as I did.  http://drmichellebengtson.com/what-do-you-do-when-the-trials-come/

Writer, Know Thyself

Southern Writer’s Magazine contacted me a few months ago and asked if I’d be interested in writing a post in their Southern Writer’s blog, Suite T. Come over and check it out. How do you prepare for a new writing projects?

Brain Tumor: the Day the Dam Broke

2011-04-10 01.59.03April 1, 2011 was the day the dam broke. That’s the day my life changed forever. That’s the day I had the seizure that left me temporarily paralyzed on my right side. That’s the day doctors found my brain tumor.

That’s the day I learned my brain tumor had been growing between  ten and twelve years. That’s the day I realized doctors had made a mistake when they told me the twitching in my hand had been from aging.That’s the day the doctors told me to get my affairs in order because I needed surgery. That’s the day  they couldn’t promise I’d live through it. That’s the day when my husband of only four years had to look at the possibility of caring for a person who would forever be less than who she was when he married her.
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Healing with Screviner by my Side

Because I’ve been under the weather a bit, I skipped writing a blog post this week. Instead, I’ve been concentrating on getting better … and spending time with my new tool, Screviner.  I’m working on something totally out of my wheelhouse and need all the help I can get. But looking through some of my past posts, I thought I’d bring back one of my favorites from the past year. Just click on the link: https://wordpress.com/post/robinluftig.com/1585.

And if you have any suggestions on Screviner, please offer a hand up.

Happy trails.

Scarred, But Not Broken

Check out my friend’s blog. Scarred, But Not Broken. Debbie has a keen insight to her relationship with the Great Physician. I am blessed by her willingness to share. You, too, can be blessed.

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.”

Watch for it!

Perception is Everything

perception is everything“I cried because I had no shoes until I saw a man who had no feet”(Gulistan, 1258 aphosism, The Rose Garden)

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.

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Life after a Brain Tumor

2011-04-10 01.59.03It isn’t new anymore.

Loss of balance is now the norm. I’ve learned to take a cloth with me so when my hand trails the walls, I won’t leave smudges. When I hand wash dishes, I make sure they’re unbreakable. When I need to remember specifics, I write them down so when I forget them—because I always do—I won’t feel guilty.

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Yet I Fret

work in progress

Jesus Loves Me, written by Anna Bartlett Warner (1860)

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

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Guest Post – Where’s God?

Lisha Berry TaylorLisha Berry Taylor is my guest blogger today. If you’ve dealt with a brain tumor you will appreciate what Lisha shares in 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 Lisha’s ordeal.

I had been feeling strange for a while and honestly thought I was going crazy. I had just had a hysterectomy a few months earlier so I thought something was wrong with my hormones. At a regular doctor’s visit I mentioned I was not dealing well with stress and wondered about my hormones. He told me I was already on a high dosage. I told friends at church that I thought I was losing my mind. I was so emotional and anything could upset me. One time I cried all the way home from work because a customer had been mean to me and I did not understand.

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