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“Faith is Like a Muscle”

See, there's this thing called biology...

The Ancients wrote a good post called Faith is Like a Muscle. Lots of wisdom there and encouragement,too.

I’d like to play off of that idea for a moment, the concept of faith being like a muscle needing to be exercised and fed. Faith is actually a spiritual practice, as in you must show up for the rehearsals, or if we are speaking of sports here, you must go to the practice. One cannot just arrive on game day and expect to do well. It takes practice, one might even call the practice itself a rather all-consuming lifestyle choice.

It’s somewhat funny, I myself can be very disciplined when it comes to spiritual matters, but downright undisciplined and lazy when it comes to exercise. I am more like a cat, lounging out in the sunlight. I have mastered the art of naps far better than I have mastered…

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This sounds like an amazing story. One thing we all have in common is the experience of sorrow. Hopefully some joy mixed in there too🙂

HarsH ReaLiTy

It would be interesting to have each of my siblings describe their experience of the week that my father died. It was the first time since my sister’s wedding ten years earlier, that all four of us were together for any length of time. And yet, there we were, keeping a five-day vigil at my father’s hospital bedside.

It was fascinating and frightening to watch my father move through the stages of dying. He was quite lucid as he called each one of us to his bedside and asked permission to die. He didn’t ask for forgiveness, or apologize for hurting us; he just wanted permission to die. As the doses of morphine increased he began to go in and out of consciousness.  He was seeing and talking to his deceased family and his beloved cat. These were all ghosts to us, but they were real and comforting to him…

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You are NOT your illness.

As IBM say, “Out-think your biggest challenges.” #seeksupport

Indisposed and Undiagnosed

“So, tell me about yourself…” is how one Specialist began our first appointment. He went on to tell me that he had to really get to know me, in order to understand how to treat me, and what my body could or couldn’t handle.

My response was, “I’m sick. There’s nothing interesting about me”
To which he said, “But who are you without the illness?”

I realised at this moment that I had allowed my Invisible Illness, to define me.
Please remember this introduction, as I quickly move forth a little.

I had a bad night with my symptoms, which seemed to have carried over to today. The more I focus on it, the sooner I notice that the chain reaction has begun inside of me.
Firstly the symptoms, which leads to the sadness, followed by the tears, an anxiety attack, and finished off with heightened symptoms.
I decided to…

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Pure Light

Living by grace, no doubt….

Soaring with Butterfly Wings

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There is NO darkness in God!

I love this verse and the picture it paints. God is pure light. There is no darkness, no hidden deceit, no malicious intent, and no evil in the LORD God. we can TRUST Him even when things look dark and scary. Even when we face painful trials. we can trust He will make all things right in the end.

I believe in you Father! I believe you are good and your ways are holy. I know you are trustworthy and your loving-kindness never fails. Thank you that there is no darkness in you. Help me to walk in the light always. Help me to walk with you as you are the light.


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#misery #loneliness #hope feeling #alone and #teardrops

Chuck Norris can win a game of Connect Four in only 3 Moves.

I am a person. I am human. I am loved by family. I am loved by God. I can’t trust my body. I am broken.

On certain days, I can feel my brain mis-firing. Some days, I don’t want to be here. Most days, I’m just trying to get through it. I was listening to a song by Watermark called Light of the World. It asks King Jesus to, “Shine on us.” It asks Jesus, to “Breath on us, Breath on us.”

God is aware of every tear we cry. This I know.