I have to tell you what happened…
Family arrived, the sun was hot, waves were crashing, sand waiting- I was not gonna miss this! I hoped not to scare any little children and just went with the crowd. The rash I wrote of 2 weeks ago went right along with me.
Red and patterned with “streaks,” covering my back and right hip. The general consensus was I looked burned (lovely). But it was the itching that drove me bonkers.
Each day showed more evidence that daughter and mother did NOT have the same ailment! I googled my symptoms again and searched on until finding a similar-looking rash… from mushrooms??? I’ve never had a food allergy before. What unusual thing was I ingesting?
The only NEW product I had recently introduced to my diet was a vegan protein drink by Beachbody (creators of P90X). Shakeology. It’s full of “exotic superfoods” designed to support the immune system of all things. However, I think something in it didn’t like me. And looking online more specifically… I found a host of others it was making itchy also!
Those in my family who gave it a try, only a few developed 1 or 2 small red patches. Others saw nothing. I however, had been daily drinking my shakes -even as I endlessly itched. Never connecting the two.
Live and learn. In less than a week of my last sip I am nearly back to normal. I may never know the culprit by name (there are many strange & unfamiliar ingredients), or for absolutely sure if this is what caused my trial, but I will be a little more observant in the future. ;)
I AM JUST THANKFUL NOT TO ITCH! ForGlorySake-Anna
Maybe it’s all for the sake of humility, but I prefer to hope it’s for His Glory…
I’ve been diagnosed with a case of Pityriasis rosea (don’t look it up-yuck!) or a virus on the skin- like a cold. My daughter left for a summer job in Hawaii with a small “patch” of poison ivy and returned covered in a rash. I developed something similar while she was gone. Dr says we (the only 2 out of 9 at home) must simply wait this harmless/common (?) irritation out.
Uh… I like action. AND I itch!!!
So since I refused steroids (!)- Veganism of the strictest order and all immune boosters are on the table -I’d grown slack.
Dropping all “stressors, “I’ve cut salt, dairy, meats, chemicals in any form (GMOs) & sugar again! Beefing up on fruits, veggies and gluten-free grains daily. I’m also taking Shaklee’s INTERFERON. Great stuff!
Maybe all the stress of the moving just caught up with me. Either way, as our whole family heads to the beach for a 2 week reunion, I’m looking rather scary in a bathing suit. This is an ugly red rash!
How does God get any Glory from this? Hmmm, I’ll let you know when I get a clue. -Anna
<strong>For I consider that the sufferings of this present time (this present life) are not worth being compared with the glory that is about to be revealed to us and in us and for us and conferred on us! (Romans 8:18 AMP)
Eat something healthy!
“Discontentment is having what you don’t want, or wanting what you don’t have.” This phrase was spoken so often by my radio mentor Elisabeth Elliot that I finally wrote it down and tacked it up along with her equally stated, “In acceptance lies peace.”
I can hardly think of a day those phrases haven’t crossed my mind! I mean, life does have this way of throwing unforeseen and unprepared for moments at you. It just doesn’t always go as planned.
So what’s a girl to do?
Make or break for me has been my attitude. Problem is I can’t seem to just “will a good one up.” I need a process.
First, my whining goes to God- because He can take it, and He already knew what I was thinking anyway. Next, I write about it in my journal. Not for anyone else to see of course!! Just to get it out and down on paper. Then I stop and retread it -objectively and sincerely, asking for help in the matter. Tears usually come at this point as I see my selfishness, or pride or just plain old bad attitude. Here is a great moment to open up His Word and soak up some scripture -remembering that whatever “it” is, God has not asked me to go at it alone.
He is with me.
He works in me,
through me, for me.
At this point I can sit and think awhile. Hopefully a little more clearly, knowing there’s room for His thoughts to move in. Sometimes I even get an idea to try out, or I might become inspired to just keep going. Perspective.
There isn’t always an hour to sit and delve over every little given stress of life, but when I feel that all too familiar aggravation and pressure mounting, I know I better find a quiet corner and carve out the time needed!
My wonderful heaven-sent vacation is coming to a close. The daily grind of our busy family life will soon be mine to manage again. I’ll return home rested and rejuvenated and thankful for so so many things. But mostly, that I’m not going back alone! I have my husband, my family and God’s constant grace to carry me through all He’s called me to do. I CAN do all things through Christ Who strengthens me!
…and with a good attitude- ForGlorySake! -Anna
I have now heard and read (several times in fact) of an opinion held by some well-known authors and speakers (and some unknown…) that the idea of a of a God-given, one-of-a-kind, match made in heaven is impossible, impractical and probably unbiblical.
I don’t have any verses to share or theology to tout, all I can state is that God sure did it for me… and I’m no one special!
I remember asking my Father for a husband at 21 and reminding Him of how fickle I had been in the past, but that I wanted whatever He had for me. I reminded Him how stupid I could be at choosing wisely and that I REALLY wanted Him to make it crystal clear. I was willing for whoever He chose -just “don’t let me miss it!!!”
I waited. In more than one way!
I knew He alone could see the future ahead. He alone knew the best fit for my quirky ways and this was a huge lifetime commitment I didn’t want to screw up. I told Him I’d rather not marry at all… really. Never have sex… never have kids.
The amazing thing about the whole unfolding was how gentle God was at leading me -revealing His plan for me. I did not date at the time. I had been infatuated more than once- however, nothing lasted. I’d actually been proposed to at least 4 different times (no long-standing boyfriend, I don’t think these guys were serious!).
But meeting David was different. The quickening in my Spirit, the assurance of his good character, our mutual following of Jesus… all things I’d hoped for.
What I didn’t expect were the sparks that flew between us, the deep blue eyes that drowned me, and so many other physical features that left me trying to stand up straight.
The important thing was “I knew” … down to my toes, I knew! Just like my mom had been praying for and I had been praying for.
I’m telling you, God is a big old romantic! Just read the story of Issac and Rebekah (Ok, so I did find a Bible story).
It may not happen every time, but it does happen and anyone can ask for it. Maybe it’s just a mindset or a heartset, but I think God is tickled to intervene in our love lives…. in any and every aspect of our lives.
My husband says he prayed for “love at first sight.” Talk about romantic. He says he got it and he knew it spot on. He is actually horrified that anyone is told that “waiting for your ‘Mr/Miss Right’ is foolish because a ‘Mr/Miss ok’ is sitting right there in the corner bar or church.” (Serendipity)
We look at it like this, if we serve a God Who’s completely Sovereign and cares about the smallest things we bring to Him in prayer, why wouldn’t He truly guide and gift us with His perfect will for our life-long marriages?
I tend to take this thought all the way out to: my children are the ones best suited for me to mother… and I am the perfect fit to their individual uniquenesses. I romanticize each day as being strategically customized for my growth as I am being made into the image of Christ! This even translates for me right down to our hard walk through colon cancer, the resulting financial loss, our son’s drug addiction at 15 (!) & recovery journey… even this new venture of caring for elderly parents with dementia.
I see each event tailor-made (Psalm 139:16) metered out to me specifically with the greatest of love.
“For I am hidden with Christ in God! Col. 3:3″ That’s pretty much entirely surrounded. I guess it was silly to think the Bible wouldn’t come up.
Either way I do not doubt that I got God’s very best for me. Just anyone wouldn’t have done… still wouldn’t do! I can not think otherwise. “For in contentment lies peace” -Elizabeth Elliot (who by the way did NOT believe in soulmates…).
In the end it is always a choice: to love, to serve, to give of ones heart completely and for all time. If widowhood came tomorrow, I would continue to look to The One Who knows me best. But to say that this man God has provided today is not my soulmate?
Well, I know better.
Transit trains. Security check lines. Airport terminals. People, people, people! My husband and I got away for some much needed R&R this weekend which started with a morning of travel before the plane even left the airport.
Traveling is an ordeal mostly because of the many others that are doing the same thing you are! We enjoyed watching not the masses, but the individuals.
I’m amazed, how creative and inventive God has been in making humans. He has an obvious sense of humor too. And that each life filled with stories and concerns is completely overwhelming to think of.
Do I want to know each person? Hear every story? Do I care about all of their concerns or want to help with every problem? …well, not really. And yet, God does. He’s not content with being simply acknowledged either, He wants details. He wants access. He wants in!
Can you imagine for a moment that our great God, Who already knows so many souls intimately and already has such a crowd surrounding Him is not content. His appetite to individually know and connect is never satisfied. His love is so great It seeks and searches and doesn’t give up on the hardest heart!
He cares for us… wholly, individually, completely. Incredible. And all this brought to light at an airport, in route to vacation. Pretty cool. Go God!
ForGlorySake! – Anna
My grandfather owned a house at the beach. Which meant that every summer our family, cousins and other relatives squeezed in together and enjoyed a few days or weeks in each other’s company.
This tradition of vacation and family lasted long after my grandfather died and the house was sold. I soon brought my husband and kids into the mix as a whole new generation was born.
For years and years we gathered together somewhere, somehow. Then came oldness and illness and change. It has been harder and hard to get the familiar crowd under the same roof for various reasons.
This weekend however, it happened! Almost all of us came together, squeezing in and occupying every bed-space plus some. Eating, talking, and working. We have a new cause (my parent’s care). A new place to gather (our/their new house).
I didn’t foresee it, but God did…. and I think it’s just the beginning of something He wanted us to keep mixing in. Family stew.
For Glory Sale! -Anna
Mom apparently fell again and hit her head “hard on a dresser.” She casually tells me this over breakfast. She refuses to see the doctor or go to the hospital, so we watch her closely -all day. I can’t see any change, nothing seems different other than she’s generally out-of-sorts.
The neighbor’s mail is on their counter… dad’s glasses are lost… The milk was left in the freezer… and the ice cream under the sink. It takes all of us to help set things right. This is life with my parents downstairs. My mom rings the bell for me to come running then says something like, ” I don’t like these cracker’s” or “the sheets can be changed tomorrow.” Good to know. My dad says many times all day long, “what should I be doing,” “can you fix the tv” or “why is she (mom) upset.”
I sat at my sewing table finishing up some quilts for 2014 graduates. Out the window I saw them walking down to our small lake. My parents, hand in hand safely in my sights. I jumped up and ran to the family room. “Quick kids, come look.” “That’s why we’re doing all this- that’s why we’ve moved here with Grandma and Papa.” I know they are watching and learning. They can see how important it is to me to have my parents within reach. To help them when needed, yet allow them some freedom and privacy.
It’s definitely different now at home… a new normal we call it. Just another adjustment to life as a family. It reminds us of the cycle: we are born and need help, we grow old and need help. And in between, we are called by God to help out others.
It isn’t always easy or convenient, but the sacrifices of love are worth it. God will be your strength and your guide- daily. He is always pleased when we love.
For Glory Sake! -Anna