Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Bill gets home from his four week hitch tomorrow and will be admitted to the hospital early Thursday morning for the other kidney stone procedure. We could be at the hospital four or five days. I will take the laptop but I don't know what kind of access I'll have. Times like these my SparkStreaks and SparkPoints seem awfully unimportant, though. So if I'm not here for a while, you'll know why. If I can't get online, I will be in touch with whoever I can reach with my cell phone whenever I have cell coverage. Thankfully, some of you are in my cell phone, so I'll have a few options if I fail to reach someone on my first try or two.
They will be slicing a small incision into Bill's side and inserting a tube into his kidney that will stay there for a while. They'll insert what the doctor describes as a small jackhammer to bust up the many large and oddly shaped stones in the right kidney. They'll remove the jackhammer and then thread in that nifty little basket I showed you photos of from his last procedure (but that time they went in through the penis and didn't have to make an incision). They'll remove as many of the chunks as they can with the basket. My prayer is that they will be able to fish out ALL of them so that he does not have to have the procedure repeated. They'll let him rest a day or two and then do more tests to see if they got em all or at least have left pieces tiny enough for him to pass with urine. Any that have to pass that way will cause him great pain, so I'm really praying they get them all out with the basket. When they're satisfied they got all they could through the tube, they'll send him home with the tube still in until it stops draining blood. That should take a couple days. Then we return to get the tube removed.
As I mentioned in the previous kidney stone blog, I know we have been placed in the capable and compassionate care of this particular urologist. He is awesome. I know the Lord is with us every step of the way and that His loving hand is upon my husband. Still, I covet your prayers for his health and for his peace of heart. This is scary stuff but God's peace surpasses all human fear. He's so good. He's bigger than any boogieman we can conjure up!
I covet your prayers for me, too. This is the first time I will not be able to prepare my food in advance every day. I will do okay the first day or two but after that it's all up for grabs. I have no idea what will be available to me or how I will track it. I don't know what if any opportunities I will have for exercise since I won't likely want to leave Bill's bedside for any length of time. I'm going to bring a couple DVDs with me but I don't know if it will be feasible to exercise in a room with another patient and his/her family there. I'm sure that would be distracting and I would not want to pose any problems for others.
I know wherever we walk, the Lord is with us and will provide ALL that we need. He is our sufficiency, our Jehovah Jireh, and I trust Him implicitly. I will miss you if I can't get to you, my friends!! You are such a huge, huge part of my everyday life, many, many of my thoughts, and lots and lots of my prayers. Much love, friends.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Our church service this morning included testimonies of thanks. I wanted to share with you what I had to say:
This has been an exciting year for me. As most of you know, I stand before you with only nine toes. I lost the little toe of my left foot in a treadmill accident in February. As Laurie said, I should have given that little piggy roast beef because he really DID go wee wee wee all the way home. [Laurie is one of our youth leaders and a good friend.]
Iíve lost some other things this year, too. Iíve lost my slave status. Romans 6:6-7 For we know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body of sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves to sinóbecause anyone who has died has been freed from sin.
I discovered that I am not bound by the appetites of my flesh. Because I was crucified with Christ, when the taskmasters of gluttony and slothfulness call my name, demanding to be obeyed, their commands fall upon deaf ears. Dead men canít hear. When the sluggard spirit cries out, a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands (Proverbs 6:9-10), instructing my feet to stray to that comfortable chair or to my bed, my feet donít have to obey because they have been nailed to the cross with Jesus. When taste instead of hunger prompts my hands to reach for more food than my body needs as fuel, my hands donít have to obey because they, too, have been nailed to the cross with Jesus. When the voice of destruction overwhelms my heart with accusations of failure, it does not have to be impacted because my heart burst along with Jesusí on Calvary and it is dead to those sinful ways.
I donít have to make Egyptian bricks anymore. I donít have to pick Southern cotton anymore. Dead slaves are free from the control of slavery, bondage, captivity, prison. Because I am no longer a slave, I am FREE. I am free to choose what I will or will not eat, free to choose to move instead of being immobile, free to be healthy and comfortable and energetic in accomplishing all the Father has planned for me.
If I bury the freedoms Jesus bought for me with His blood, knowing theyíre there, but hiding them, not experiencing them, they are not really mine. The Lord will give them, instead, to someone who WILL use them wisely. If I expend them, utilize them, put them into action, not only are they mine but He then bestows even more freedoms upon me in ever-widening areas of my life, overflowing in abundance to spill out upon the lives of others around me.
The fruit of investing those freedoms in my life is that, in addition to losing my toe, Iíve lost 65 pounds and continue to achieve my goals for nutrition and fitness. Iíve lost the need for diabetic and insulin resistance medication. Iíve lost the need for blood pressure medication. Iíve lost the inability to walk from my van to a building without being winded and in pain. Iíve lost the shame of destroying the body God has given me. Iíve lost feelings of hopelessness and despair concerning my appearance and my health. Through losing all these things, Iíve gained more than I can ever express. And itís only the beginning.
Friday, November 27, 2009
You ever see one of those movies where the bad guy makes the victim dig his own grave? How awful is that? Isn't that the final word in indignity? I can't even begin to imagine it, knowing that with each moment, I dig myself deeper and deeper toward my death, that the very matter that I dig into will cover my body so thoroughly that I will never again be able to walk upon this earth, to breathe, to LIVE.
For those of us who are (or were) morbidly obese, isn't that what we do to ourselves, though? We use a dinner fork to bury our lives, one mouthful of unwise choices at a time. We use shovels full of inactivity to mire our bodies in immobility. We use spades of past failure and fear of future failure to entomb us in prisons that are a death sentence to our ability to try for more, for better.
We use trowels of hopelessness and despair to smother every shred of hope for change. We use pickaxes of bitterness and disappointment to dig holes of shattered self-worth and envy that will heap isolation and fractured relationships upon us from which we will never be able to escape. We use excavation equipment of resentment and unforgiveness to create pits what will swallow us whole.
The weird thing is nobody aims a gun at us and insists we do these things. We choose to do them all by ourselves. We and we alone make those unhealthy, often fatal decisions. There's no Hollywood villain forcing us to dig our graves. This isn't the Flip Wilson Show where, "The devil made me do it."
I choose to release my grasp upon every destructive behavior that is digging a grave for me, that threatens to sap life from me, that robs me of the abilities of life. I will call them by name, let them go, and surrender to life, and life more abundantly. With God ALL things are possible.
Will you join me in examining your heart to see if you have any shovels and pickaxes stashed in the attic and garage of your heart and discard them?
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
This poem sums up what my heart longed to say to my SparkFriends and my at-home friends (many of whom sparkle, as well, precious gems that they are) as Thanksgiving approaches (well, and every day). Though my Canadian friends have already celebrated Thanksgiving, I am thankful for you, as well, all year through. You share life with me on so many levels, in so many arenas, and I am so grateful that you give so generously of yourselves, me and that you open your arms and hearts and minds and faith to me continually. Thank you for being my friends. Thank you for letting me be a friend to you.
Iím Thankful for You
Thanksgiving is the appointed time
for focusing on the good in our lives.
In each of our days,
we can find small blessings,
but too often we overlook them,
choosing instead to spend our time
paying attention to problems.
We give our energy
to those who cause us trouble
instead of those who bring peace.
letís be on the lookout
for the bits of pleasure in each hour,
and appreciate the people who
bring love and light to everyone
who is blessed to know them.
You are one of those people.
Iím thankful for you.
By Joanna Fuchs
Thursday, November 12, 2009
I had never heard of such a thing. I was mesmerized. I was moved. I cried. I smiled. I rejoiced. I sobbed. I worshiped the God who has made all things new in my heart and continues to make all things new as I grow in faith, in the knowledge of His word, in the power of His Spirit. I owe a HUGE thank you to my SparkFriend KrisHarper who is on the I Can Do All Things Through Christ team with me for exposing me to this glorious, profound way to express our personal testimonies. I've done a LOT of thinking about what my cardboard testimony would be, were I to make one. I think it would be different from season to season in my life. For this day, I think mine would say on one side: CRUSHED BY THE WEIGHT OF GLUTTONY AND SLOTHFULNESS and on the flip side: FREE TO BE OBEDIENT! FREE TO MOVE AND LIVE!!!
What would yours say? Which one of these blessed you the most and why? I would SO love to have a service like this at our church.
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