It’s after midnight and the tilapia is chewy

The real title to this blog was to be:  “To submit is divine,”  but I thought that if I wrote that, no one would read it!  Who wants to submit to anything?  Hey, in my flesh and self-will, no way! 

This day I had to succumb anyways to the nausea, headache, half-day of seizure attacks, and relentless sickness that is Lyme Disease and Candida.  Oddly, it was lying in bed with my brain “fried” for hours and staring at the ceiling that the Lord gave me the quietness I needed to discover what might be making me sicker:  every stinking grain of sugar.  Most of us with Lyme, chronic illness and inflammation know the pitfalls of sugar.  I’d already broken my denial on that one earlier last year.  Sugar feeds Lyme and yeast infections (a common complication from antibiotic and bacteria-killing  treatments), messes with metabolism, weakens an immune system already under attack, and simply won’t satisfy the angst of my flesh for long enough to bother with a treat anyways.  And today it appears that some hidden sources are making me worse.

I am already on a “sugar-free diet” by the way!  Desserts are long gone.  I consume 1/4 serving of low-sugar fruit every other day, use only unsweetened products, omit artificial or herbal sweeteners (that contribute to headaches for me), cut out honey/maple syrup and so on.  Turns out that there’s sugar hidden in my probiotic that is supposed to be helping me!  Two doses I take daily equal 8 grams per day!  Oh no!  Coupled with the 2-4 grams in my “plain” coconut yogurt, my only real treat, that adds up to way too much!  Now that’s a bite in the shorts for sure.

I started to suspect something wasn’t right a few nights ago when I actually began craving my late night supplement concoction mix of coconut yogurt to make the various supplement powders and tinctures more palatable.  So instead I found alternate soft foods to use at night and allowed myself the coconut “treat” of 2 ounces only in the morning.  Can you imagine the restraint it takes to open a luscious carton of yogurt and only eat 2 ounces?  Yeah, I did it and felt a sweet victory.  And now that yogurt is my enemy with the HCL Synbiotic Probiotic.  I guess even the low sugar fruits must now go for a season as well.  This is WAR!

To submit to a drastic dietary change is very difficult and takes time to integrate into a nutritional plan for healing.  I wrote the “Extreme Dietary Survival Strategies” in the PAGES section of this blog to reflect the many guidelines I’ve already learned from others and from my own experimentation.  Looks like there are some new ones to add!  Geez o’ man.  Instead of mixing my supps with dreamy plain coconut yogurt, I’ll have to use coconut butter or unsweetened vanilla almond milk.  O.k.  I can do it.  If this change minimizes the symptoms that killed my day today, I will submit to a 100% sugar-free diet.

It is the nature of our flesh to want what we want, when we want it, and in the way or timing that we want it isn’t it?  When we want it is usually right now!  It is the nature of living in the United States where we have access to just about everything at just about any time of day or night, that makes it hard to delay gratification.  It is the nature of becoming a mature adult in a civilized society to learn that planning ahead, hard work, sacrifice, and patience will get us much more than grabbing things within reach.  However, beyond this it is the work of the Holy Spirit in the life of a believer of Jesus Christ that knows for certain that the perceived barriers in our lives are merciful paths to true freedom and peace, even joy.  Such is the glorious mystery of living with Jesus in one’s heart, where He goes before us with love and grace every step of the way.  In the end we will receive more than we ever dreamed possible as we bring glory to our Lord and Savior for waiting on Him.  “The end” may not be next week; the end may transform into our eternity with Him as the crap of this earthly life has ultimately succumbed to His plan and purpose.  Our wants and needs may even change!

Seems strange that in the wee hours of the morning after some chewy tilapia, my mind would finally clear.  My tears have finally been wiped away.  The realization that to submit is to live is now here:  the authorities, the situations, the delays in my life are Christ-ordained and designed for my best self, best life after all.  I do not claim to understand why I or you must go through all of this suffering, loss and pain in the way that we each experience it.  Let’s pray about it.  The answer to the “why” question is often left to the mysterious unanswered questions of life.  I do claim to know the One who reveals Himself to me in His perfect timing with gentleness and love.  I do claim to have faith in my Jesus who has promised me that He will be with me through it all.

I’ll betcha tomorrow is going to be a better day.

Let’s wait with great expectation together, k?

At last, a better evening!

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Praise ye the Lord:  I had a better evening!  Got to prepare some yummy foods for a sweet dinner with my hubby and a young family we had not seen in over a year.  Even sampled a tiny chocolate-covered almond ice cream tidbit.  Yeah, I’d recommend them.  They are too small to create any guilt or hard feelings so go for it!

Thank you Lord for sharing your goodness with me today.  I needed the encouragement to keep me going when the times are tough.  Even if it doesn’t last long, I will trust in You.  You knew just what I needed today.  Smiles all around and happy feet too . . .

Then I Saw Her Face

“Then I saw her face.  Now I’m a believer.  Not a trace . . . of doubt in my mind.”

If I followed the lyrics to this song by the Monkees, it would lead to a love song.  For me, these words do not communicate “love” today.  They communicate understanding.

It began with violent twitching of her limbs, marked by cramping that pulled her right hand into a claw.  No  matter how she tried, she writhed but could not get the fingers to straighten or get the twitching to stop.  She waited, apologized for delaying our medical appointment, and her symptoms did not change.  Somehow the involuntary movement pattern eventually broke enough to begin the special testing protocol for me and for which she was trained.  It is her job to help others with chronic illness but now she is in need as well.

Pain created postural rigidity that was visible as marked stiffness as I sat near her.  The degeneration of her spine escalated the pain that was already present that day.  Words of encouragement only encouraged me as I stayed with her and as the episode unfolded into new symptoms.  Administering the testing procedures which required operating a computer and test  equipment were impossible; she could not hold the probe or operate the keyboard accurately.  She wanted to help me, to proceed, and could not.  She leaned up against the wall as she offered to talk about my health concerns.  Perhaps we could turn the visit into a consultation of sorts?  She had tremendous knowledge to share from her expertise in electodiagnostic testing, alternative health research, and recent work with a masterful local physician.  Together they had helped many improve their lives.  That same doctor had encouraged me to return for testing.  It simply was not to be today.

I asked her a few questions and appreciated the information that just might give me as much insight into the next steps of my own health challenges as the testing might have done.  O.k.  So we were both getting somewhere for a moment.  Perhaps she could rescue the appointment that is her vocation and livelihood and I could go forward with new insights into my treatment plan?  Nope.  Not meant to be.  Within moments, she was unable to speak, straining for words.  Attempting to speak or move, worsened the lock down on her ability to function.  The internal tics were visible to me sitting near her.  There was nothing else to do but pray.  So calling upon the Father in the name of Jesus Christ, I prayed for her, for me, for all who deal with chronic illness.  Her symptoms softened.  But the damage was done.  It would take her hours to recover.  Our visit was over.  Into my truck she hobbled, and into her house she limped.  The office staff would graciously drive her car home sometime later.  The appointment and her day were now over.

This is another face of Lyme Disease, multiple autoimmune disease, chronic inflammatory response syndrome, chronic pain, and the consequence of living in a fallen world.  Some of us have an easier time as we journey through life and some of us do not.  All of us will suffer loss, some type of emotional or physical pain, and unwelcome changes during our lifetime.  I have come to know that how we handle it may not be determined by the extent of the trauma.  Oh it seems insurmountable a the time.  How we handle it can be determined by the extent of our faith in a plan and purpose for our lives that transforms our life experience.

Even episodes as severe as the one I describe here can be transformed into grace when we understand that our lives are not about comfort, good stuff, fleeting happiness.  It takes what it takes to turn our eyes back to the One Who made us and understands what is going on when our lives, when our world make absolutely no sense to us.  And He will not allow frustration forever or unmercifully.  In His Word, He promises that all can be used for His glory.  In time and in the end, we will see that our suffering is not wasted . . .  The path to this type of faith and understanding comes from seeking Him through His word and not this blog.  Or any blog.  Go to His Word, my friend and there you will find rest!

I have great compassion for this dear child of God and the experience that I witnessed on Friday.  I have experienced much of the same symptoms in my own seizure attacks.  Gratefully I don’t have the same type of cramping or mixed motor control issues.  I am able to recover enough after an episode to drive home if needed and to care for my basic needs.  The episodes come most days for me yet are generally of shorter duration than before my husband and I  remediated our home for mold.  Further, the Lord has provided the time, a loving husband, and just enough finances for this season of my life.  My dear friend struggles more than I in these realms.  I pray that she will seek her Heavenly Husband who will exceedingly provide for her too through Christ Jesus.  In Christ, we both will ultimately find peace and hope.

Yes, on Friday I did not only see her face but the face of my Lord Jesus.  In His face we will find all for which we long.  What will you see?

God I need you now

From Plumb:

 

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Now for Some Encouragement

I heard the following message on the radio today on the way home from a medical appointment.  The gentle words of Joni Eareckson Tada reminded me of the unmatched love, peace, joy, and grace we have as believers in the Lord, Jesus Christ.  Perhaps it will speak to your heart too?

“Hi, I’m Joni Eareckson Tada with another poem for you today, and I hope that you enjoy poetry as much as I do and—believe me—I have amassed quite a collection of poems throughout the years. Many of them started out simply as poems but eventually were put to music and are now part of the timeless collection of hymns of the faith. Such is the case with this poem by Horatius Bonar. It was written in the 1860’s and became a favorite hymn in many churches. And for me, it’s a favorite because, well, it captures what I “feel” about the Gospel, about Christ’s amazing love and my unworthiness. Let me read this poem called “Not What My Hands Have Done” and see if it resonates with you.

 

Not what my hands have done can save my guilty soul;
Not what my toiling flesh has borne can make my spirit whole.
Not what I feel or do can give me peace with God;
Not all my prayers and sighs and tears can bear my pressing load.

Your voice alone, O Lord, can speak to me of grace;
Your power alone, O Son of God, can all my sin erase.
No other work but Yours, no other blood will do;
No strength but that which is divine can bear me safely through.

Thy work alone, O Christ, can ease my weight of sin;
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God, can give me peace within.
Thy love to me, O God, not mine, O Lord, to Thee,
Can rid me of this dark unrest, And set my spirit free.

I bless the Christ of God; I rest on love divine;
And with unfaltering lip and heart I call this Savior mine.
His cross dispels each doubt; I bury in His tomb
Each thought of unbelief and fear, each lingering shade of gloom.

I praise the God of grace; I trust His truth and might;
He calls me His, I call Him mine, My God, my joy and light.
’Tis He Who saveth me, and freely pardon gives;
I love because He loveth me, I live because He lives.

That’s a beautiful poem, and there you have it! And I love that line, His cross dispels each doubt, I bury in His tomb, each thought of unbelief and fear, each lingering shade of gloom. Oh, that I would remember to do that every time I have doubts or fears; right? It’s a powerful poem because it captures the way we ought to look at the Gospel. Ah, but so many of us feel as though we are the ones who have done God a big favor by accepting Jesus as our Savior. We take the Gospel for granted and so focus more on what we bring to the table—the Good News—rather than fall down prostrate in the dust, simply amazed at what God has brought to the table. It’s why I want to thank Horatius Bonar for this remarkable poem.”

From:  www.joniandfriends.org, 5 Minute Radio Program, extracted April 16, 2013