Swimming out anger, and kvetching at the same time...

I guess that I didn't realize it, but I have been angry about a lot of things. Things I can't do anything about. On top of it all, the last few weeks I've barely had time to swim, and when I don't exercise, emotions get hard to handle. The last few days have been filled with grief--nothing bad has happened, but I've been reminded of my Dad, reminded of my brother, constantly. Sunday night, I saw an elderly man who could have been my Dad's twin from a profile view of him. My hubby saw this gentleman first, and it unsettled him. He warned me to spare me the shock of it and I was thankful that he did. The resemblance of his profile to my Dad was uncanny, and then he moved and I saw his face--and the resemblance faded--thankfully, because I ended up in a conversation with this gentleman after our meeting, and I wanted to treat him graciously, and not stare at him because he looked like the father I lost four years ago. This gentleman was lovely, and appreciative and thankfully, his voice didn't sound at all like my Dad's voice. He had a different voice,and a different face. A more robust way of moving, a more vigorous way of being. Tell yourself the truth girlfriend, this is NOT your dad.

I threw myself into the pool today. I forced myself to go--I needed to and I didn't want to. I did the whole swim, all 36 laps of it, counting each one laboriously, not sure I would get past 7. Not thinking. Just strokes, this is my first lap, and I'm swimming till I get to my second lap, till I get to my third...determination, gritting my teeth, getting done, taking my shower and getting my sorry self out of there. There was no joy in my swim-it was more like a hair shirt that I had to put on, and then take off.

This little pin was my brother's. I wear it on my green jacket. I miss him more than I can say.
His death was so shocking, and so ridiculous. I found myself angry all over again--why didn't people close to him, who saw him every day get it? Why didn't they see that he was killing himself and why didn't they do something to help him? His belly was swollen. His legs were full of fluid. His face was ashen and gray. I was 3,000 miles away, and he hid it all, quite well.
"Sometimes I think I'm going to get into my car and drive and drive till I hit the ocean," he once said to me. "Well, Stu, point your car west and north and come stay with us a while. You need a rest. We'd love to have you come and stay for a few weeks. I could show you all over San Francisco, we've got ocean here, and it's lovely..." My brother looked at me quizzically, as if to say, "Do you really mean it?" I answered back with a nod of my head. "Of course I do!"
"Well, I'll think about it. That would be something, wouldn't it?"

It would have indeed. And I grieve over the fact that it was never to be. I had a fantasy of cooking him all kinds of delicious healthy foods, taking him to a good doctor who would give him a good going over, and seeing his health restored.
Stu never drove out to the Pacific.
No one seemed to notice that he was as ill as he was.
His death was a shock to all of his friends back in our home town.
It left a Grand Canyon hole there.


It's rather pointless to be angry at Stu's friends. Even if they had worked together to try to do something, Stu was as stubborn as they come. "They don't call us the stiff-necked people for nothing!" I need to remember as I feel these fresh waves of sorrow, or old waves splashing up on my shore that this didn't happen randomly. There's God's Sovereignty. God's goodness. Not a sparrow falls without Him knowing. His purposes are being done even in the death of these loved ones who may never have come out of the darkness into the light.

I question many things, but I am not questioning my God or His will. His ways are beyond me--and in my better moments, I remember that and worship. Job's response was to worship the Almighty when he lost all of his goods, and then suffered the loss of all ten of his children children (TEN! This boggles my mind and makes me dizzy and stomach sick when I think about it.). Job worshiped--even when his wife could not wasn't coping with her anger so well.

I want to worship, I want to praise, even though my tears are pouring down my face. I thought I was all cried out. I was wrong. I needed to throw myself into the pool and I kept swimming, to find out that even after three years, there are still tears left to cry.

The Makeup Counter

I know that this isn't a makeup counter--but it is a counter of sorts. I'm running this picture because today, I actually went swimming for the first time in about a month and this is supposed to be a blog that talks about swimming as a metaphor for living life in the liquid joy of forgiveness. Now I have done some swimming this year, but have been to busy to blog about it. Now it just feels good to be posting--as good as it felt to get into the water after almost a month...I can't even remember how long ago it was when I last went for a real swim.

It felt good to get into the water--I could feel some of the stress and tension flowing out of me as I kept going forward with steady strokes. Part of me wanted to be lazy and just do a little bit and coddle myself, but I kept saying, OK, just get over yourself, already! Keep going! It wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be--not quite an hour, and 30 laps, so I was pretty happy. I didn't loose too much ground, at least I didn't think that I did. If I had been able to do a full hour, I think I could have done a whole mile...and hopefully it won't be another month till I get to try it. We are headed into a very busy season, and my head is already spinning.

I had various friends and loved ones react to my "catching fire" event in various ways. A few were incredibly sympathetic, but were quite honest in telling me that there was an aspect to the whole thing that made them, giggle, laugh, guffaw, snicker and otherwise have some sillies spill out of them, even though they tried hard to suppress them. Hey, who could blame them? This whole episode has been simply ridiculous, and a grace from God all at the same time--just another thing to help me get over myself. It wasn't the first by a long shot, and it won't be the last I'm afraid. I'm a pathetically slow learner at times. "Through many dangers, toils and snares I have already come, 'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far, and grace will lead me home." The truth is that God is trying to etch into my heart and mind and soul the kind of math He does as He adds and subtracts from my life. The most important equation to learn is this: Jesus + nothing = Everything!

There's nothing I can do to add to what He's done. He's done the work, and I need to rest in it, and as I rest, put forth my best effort to live for His glory as a thank offering, as that living sacrifice. And whenever that living sacrifice tries to crawl off the altar and run out the door, I'm determined to grab it by the scruff of the neck, and by His grace, haul it back there where it is supposed to be in the first place, because He loves me.

OK, now let's get to the makeup counter. I have to be honest with you--the day I had planned to go with my friend CC's support turned out to be a very wet and nasty day--and we had a very early (4:30 AM to be precise) distress call from Mom and Dad--and I was pretty convinced that I was going to need to make a trip out to the East Bay. So, I called and said, "Girlfriend, I'm sorry, but under the circumstances, I think I'd better hang here, just in case, to be available. But my hubby said he'd go with me on Saturday, so that's the deal."

Well, my dear friend was so excited. Hallelujah--another example of a husband loving his wife the way the Messiah loves His bride! "Take pictures," she said. "Before (without eyebrows) and after (when you are all beautified and your eyebrows are perfectly shaped and gorgeous)."

I have to be honest with you. She wanted me to post them. Well, problem one is that I don't think my pictures are going from my cell phone into the "cloud" whatever that is and my phone is now charging and off. I have to get my son-in-love the computer genius to help me figure that cloud business out at some point! So, I'd have to send the photo to my computer from my phone because I have no idea where they are on the computer, and I'm too tired. But since I won't have my computer for a few days, I won't be able to post--and I don't want to keep you in suspense.

Truth be told, I did take pictures--but my before picture looked hideous to me. My eyes were so puffy and swollen in the aftermath of my flame up. I looked about a hundred-thousand years old (don't you hear my father's voice in the background: "I've told you a MILLION TIMES not to exaggerate!"). At least I felt that when when I looked at my photo. The after picture was a bit better, but believe me--some sights are better left kept under wraps!

So we did our walk by the beach (this photo shows a place where we tend to stop and look at the waves and watch the pelicans fly in formation), and then headed to the mall. Hubby had an errand to do at Eddie Bauer--and he said, "Go to Nordies and get started and I'll meet you there!"

ULP! Holy Moral Support, Batman, you mean I have to do this myself?
So I texted Bex.
"Hon, where should I go, MAC or Clinique?"
"Go to Clinique, they're way nicer!"

Okie dokie--so now I had a place to go. I was absolutely unadorned, in all my "glory" not a drop of makeup anywhere. No eyebrows either. The counter was buzzing, and they weren't even giving away anything at that point. I contemplated forgetting the whole thing. I was very self-conscious of being in my walking clothes and not a "shopping outfit."
There were a boatload of people interested in getting beautified. I was just hoping to come out of the experience looking normal!

A cute gal named Amy finally came over and asked if she could help me. I took a deep breath. "I have a very strange story about why I'm here today, and I'm hoping you won't laugh...."
With that introduction, she was all ears. Amy turned out to be very kind, in addition to being perfectly made up. She also seemed very, very young...I have to tell you, I think that I have some sox in my dresser drawer that are older than she is...but she was so sweet. She was horrified when she heard about the flame up, and had a deeply concerned look on her face in all the right places as I told my story. When I was done she sighed. "Oh, I'm so glad you are OK! It could have been so much worse!" She was so sweet, so sympathetic, that if I had the money, I would have probably been tempted to by one of everything there, because she was so very kind. Good thing that the budget was limited and that my hubby came along shortly after I was seated in the chair, and she was making me eyebrows. That brought me back to reality. (No Virginia, there is no Santa Claus. And if there were, he'd be too poor to buy you the entire Clinique skin and makeup line today!)

I have to say that Amy's a good teache, so if you need faux eyebrows, she's your gal! Amy created one for my left eye, showing me step by step, and then it was my turn to apply the powder over my right eye and create the arch. My first attempt was clumsy and I felt a bit like the bride of Frankenstein on the right side. Amy helped fix it, and we tried it again. It was a little wobbly at first, but by the time I was done with attempt number two, I was fairly happy with it and so was Amy. So I brought the brow powder and a brush to go with it, and was ready to face the world.

As for my husband--I think that he was relieved that I went to Clinique instead of MAC. Some of the men working there looked seriously scary to him, and I'm not sure that he was willing to trust my face into their hands. Or get much closer. Me either. To top it all off, the music emanating from their general direction was loud and obnoxious.

So, when I got do do lunch with my friend CC that next Monday, she took a look at me and kindly said, "You'd never know you caught fire...you look great!"

Ah, what a priceless treasure a faithful friend is. You may look like something the cat dragged in, you may be bedraggled and in need of a major refurbishment and sorting out, but a faithful friend will look past the outside, be very kind about what she may see, and make you feel beautiful and loved and cherished. She'll remind you with a grin, that it won't matter in a hundred years, and you'll laugh, and be thankful that you are the age you are right at the moment.

The same day we did lunch, it occurred to me that I ought to check in with my eye doctor. I'm afraid to tell you how slow on the uptake I am! My doc was horrified, on one hand, but also had trouble trying not to laugh at the fact that I was more worried about my vaporized eyebrows than my eyes. Turns out my eyes are fine, and I just need some liquid tears for a few days so I'm comfy. Don't worry, she said, the brows will grow back.

We have an early flight tomorrow, so I'm going to post this now.
And my daughter was right--they are way nicer at Clinique...

Going up in Flames!

Hello, dear friends, so here I am once again. I'm not doing as much swimming these days as I'd like but I am trying to get in the water once in a while, when I'm not dealing with some kind of respiratory bug that seems to attack me on alternate weeks, when I'm exhausted with running about from here to the East Bay and back again. Anyway, I digress...

My dear friend CC insisted I post this story, and I'm going to do it. After all, why should I pretend to have my act together? Heaven only knows that I don't, so why should I keep that knowledge from you, my faithful fellow swimmers? It's time to come clean...well, you'll see what I mean!

I had a scary thing happen last night--
When we came home, the house was as cold as a granite mausoleum. The pilot light in our gas furnace was off --the wind must have blown it out when the garage door opened when I left early in the windy, rainy morning. So my dear husband, being the man of the house, manfully attempted to re-light it. It had been a long day at work for him, and he had taken the BART out to the East Bay to join me in visiting his folks, and while we had a lovely visit with them, we were both hungry, cold and fighting grumpiness. It had been a cold and hard rainy day--in some respects we were both really tired out from it.

So, neither of us could bear the thought of being in the house without any heat. After some sincerely brave attempts, the pilot was still off. My hubby went upstairs in frustration, and I thought, OK, I've got to figure this out or we are going to have a miserable night.

So I asked for the Lord to help me--a half prayer--not realizing how stupid I could be in
poking about into something I had the theory for but not the experience with.
I had seen our handyman re-light this thing before--I just didn't remember that he had used a long handled match to do it with--that was my first mistake. Hang on here friends, it only get better...

I took the long handled gizmo we use to light the fireplace with (it's got lighter fluid in it and produces a flame at the end, but for the life of me, I'm not remembering what to call it at this point), I got it to light, (no easy feat, I tell you) pressed the button to turn on the pilot and put it where you are supposed to in order to light the thing up.
The pilot caught, and I removed the lighter, and twisted the dial and FOOM!
A big whoosh of flame came out, and I moved back fast as I could (I was on my knees).
It caught me in the face, and I heard a crackle.
Long story short, some of my hair in the front got singed off,
my eyebrows are singed off, and I feel like a circus attraction.
My sweet hubby was horrified that I had hurt myself.
My forehead, my eye sockets were bright pink.
The furnace was on again, but I was a mess.
I splashed my face with cold water.
I was shedding bits of burnt hair all over the sink!
I was in shock--I jumped in the shower to wash off all the burned smell.
I laughed, and then I cried, somewhat hysterically.
Oy, what a mess I am!
And I kept thinking--Lord, You are Sovereign, what are You trying to help me see that I need to see that I can't seem to get? I didn't think I was that vain, but walking around on our upcoming travels without my eyebrows seems daunting.
I found an old eye pencil in my makeup bag and drew some in a little. I felt just a bit better.
It didn't look as awful as I thought it would. But I'm no beauty contest winner, that for sure!

I remember that when I was in Junior high some of the girls thought it was the height of style to shave off their eyebrows and then pencil new ones in place. I thought it looked dreadful back then. Well, now that this has happened to me, courtesy of my own stupidity, I see that I was right all along about that!

My beloved knew that comforting and gentle words were called for. He looked me straight in the eyes, (his eyes never lie) and said, "Your hair looks fine, no one will notice it, don't worry, you look beautiful to me, you don't look like a freak." Then helpfully he said to me, "You have to go get some of your favorite body lotion anyway before we hit the road, so go to Nordstrom to one of those beauty counters and ask them to help you with what you can do with makeup till your brows grow back to normal."

Brilliant idea, right? So why do I have that crazy sinking sensation that I used to get whenever I would stand up to sing a solo in junior high choir and everyone was staring at me?
Oy, I am a mess! Why does presenting myself at the cosmetic counter in this hairless state make me feel nervous and unsettled and semi-miserable? Is it my pride making the idea of going to one of those perfect ladies from Nordstrom and asking for help my problem thoroughly abhorrent? Will they laugh after I leave or will they be unable to contain themselves and laugh in my face? And why in the world should I care about that?

My lovely daughter offered to drive all the way in today to hold my hand so I could do this.
I declined her generous offer--this is her errand day, and she's got stuff she needs to do.

My life sometimes feels like a chapter in the Perils of Pauline!

This is one wild, rambling post and if you have stayed with me thus far, you have more intestinal fortitude than most, and I am grateful.

When I think about it, I am profoundly grateful for another reason. It isn't lost on me that this little debacle could have been infinitely worse. I'm a bit singed but still here, and I'm still planning on swimming in God's love while I laugh at my own silliness and absolute need for His grace. Every day I get a fresh demonstration of my need for Him. There's actually a great deal of freedom in being able to post this whole mess here!

So, here's the deal--I wrote all about this to my dear CC, complete with my panic attack about the Nordstrom ladies and she came up with a different spin altogether. She has a delicious sense of the ridiculous and CC unfurled a scenario that I could picture as if it were a movie: "You go to the MAC counter, and some adorable gay guy with makeup brushes galore comes to your rescue. 'DAH-ling, what EVER did you DO TO YOURSELF' he croons at you in a silky voice. Suddenly, you are gorgeous thanks to his miraculous brush work, and you learn how to do this genius stuff yourself and are now going around splendiferous, all the time. Oh, what fun it would be to go to Nordies with you, to watch the whole thing happen!"

So now, you guessed it--I'm seriously contemplating driving to get CC at lunch-time, tomorrow, making the trip to the downtown Nordies and going for it. She says I should milk it for all I'm worth! I'm going to need to go out and buy a box of chutzpah flakes. I must be insane to be thinking of doing this. Or in desperate need of a good laugh. Or eyebrows. Or perhaps both! But my hubby gave me permission--even encouraged me to do this. Why not?

So, tune in next time for our next episode of "The Woman who had no Eyebrows." It's sure to be quite a wild one, especially if CC comes along to help make it so!

Personal Best

We've been dealing with a lot of hard things--so I've been swimming some, but not posting at all. Today, I just have to take a moment to say that I'm grateful for being able to get into the pool today, and for hitting a new personal best--47 laps in this work out! That's a two more laps than a mile and a quarter--and I'm pinching myself. A mile and a half in our pool is 54 laps--and for the first time, I'm thinking that I might actually get strong enough to do that--some day if I keep on swimming.

So what does that have to do with this duck in the parking lot? Not much except he's not in his element--far from it. He was just walking around, looking confused and I snapped this photo of him looking bewildered.

Note to self: When you are walking in circles, and bewildered, perhaps you've made the mistake of leaving the place where you really belong...

Fresh fish, and good swimming!

Here you have a big fish in a big fix! A few weeks ago, my sweetie and I drove down to the water to our friend Mr. Morgan who regularly comes in with beautiful, fresh fish straight from his boat. We wanted a repeat performance of our beautiful fresh fish dinner from a few months back, and when the email came we were excited to take our walk on the pier and check out what the fresh catch was. This is a big, beautiful black cod whose moments were certainly numbered. Another family picked this big boy out of the tank, and our fisherman friend Ben hoisted him up as neatly as you please onto the scale. He gave him to his little boy to hold (he must have been about 5 or six) and he nearly staggered with the sheer weight of it. The fish was surprisingly docile. Perhaps he was resigned to his fate, who really knows how a fish thinks anyway? Mr. Fish was weighed, and then taken off to a table where we heard "thud! THUD!" After "the deed was done," the fish was packaged in ice, money was exchanged and the folks went off to the store where they would get their very fresh fish cleaned for a few bucks.

I was amazed. One moment swimming away in the water--the next...
I had never seen a fish with gills so beautifully bright and pink--they were a beautiful fuschia color and nothing short of remarkable. The color was something you expect from a flower and not from a fish at all. In some ways it was sad to see such a vibrantly alive creature dead in a moment, but after all, God created these things for us to enjoy. I just don't like to think about how they get to that state where we can enjoy them--at least not very much!

We bought two lovely Dover Sole to have cleaned and filleted for us and he generously threw in a sand dab (which looks like an itty bitty baby sole) for us to try. When we got home, I actually tried my hand (thank you, Julia Child) at making fish stock from the head and bones which we took with us from the folks who filleted our fish...I'm saving the stock in the freezer, hopefully to use as a base to make us a nice chowder when it gets colder.) The sand dab was delicious, but to be honest, my hubby would rather have fish that is perfectly filleted with no bones, so I enjoyed the buttery little sand dab mostly myself.

I'm thankful that this has been such a good month for swimming--12 times in the pool and three of those times I have swum a mile and a quarter! Now, I never thought I'd be doing that. OK, all you athletes out there--don't you be laughing now. I thought I was pretty hot stuff, till I found out that my friend Lynn does two miles regularly, without batting an eye. But she's a swim coach, and if she isn't able to be doing some serious miles, there's a problem there!

I'm determined to just keep swimming. Now, if I could only "just keep writing" I'd be doing a much better job of becoming the writer I want to be. I'm becoming a better swimmer because I'm practicing that, and I love it. There's hardly any resistance anymore when I decide to go for a swim. I just get my gear and go, and I'm pretty happy about it, because I love it so much. I hope that I can begin to tackle my writing with the same kind of passion and enthusiasm, and that I will be able to write for the glory of God. I guess that this last month has been all about dealing with my motivation. Why do I want to write anyway? Do I really have anything to say worth reading? What is going on in my heart? All these thoughts run round in my head, but I guess the important thing is to deal with my motivation to make sure it is right.

These last several years have all been about God pruning me.
I've discovered that His subtraction is better than the addition of any other.
There were heavy weights around me, and I couldn't swim at all!
I was having trouble breathing.

And now, because of my Messiah,
I'm learning to swim in the love of God.
I'm learning to trust.
I'm learning to rest.
I'm thankful.
End of story for today, but I plan to go swimming later...

Swimming again, but hardly posting...

I haven't posted much for quite a while--I've barely been on the computer, because of a lot of pressing things, but I have been swimming again. A few days ago, I actually swam 45 laps--that's a mile and a quarter! I surprised myself, to tell you the truth. I wish that I had the time to swim every day but that's not reality. Three times a week--if I plan it right, that is do-able.

The big question for me is how to achieve balance with all of this--how to make sure that I fit in exercising, with all the other things that God has given me responsibility over. I know that if I don't take care of my body, I will eventually be in a state where I cannot do what I would wish to do. Age, wrinkles and gravity eventually catch up with us all. Exercise helps to keep us moving. Before you hit the 50 mark, you tend to take it for granted that you can move, but afterwards, when the aches and pains begin to set in, you realize that your physics teacher was right! A body at rest does tend to stay at rest, and a body in motion...well, you get the drift, I'm sure.

For the wealthy and the famous, there's liposuction, personal trainers, plastic surgeons, and an army of makeup artists to stay off the inevitable as long as possible, or at least give the appearance of doing so. But if your ugly goes deep to the bone because you've concentrated on your outside appearance and not your heart, that's really a sad thing. There is a remedy for that, but it takes humility and courage to embrace Him. The remedy is in a person, God's gift to us, Y'shua, and His atoning sacrifice. Accept no substitutes, for nothing you would substitute will be acceptable in the sight of a Holy God. That's the bad news. The good news, if you embrace it, is downright glorious! God accepts ruined sinners if they put their trust in the Messiah that He sent.

So suppose you aren't wealthy and don't have an army of personal stylists at your disposal. For the rest of us, we just have to do the best we can with what we've got, and be thankful that we don't have the paparazzi up in our faces 24/7. That's God's grace to us, I am sure! If you know Y'shua, the glorious truth is that one day, you will have a new body, that will be glorious, and perfect, like His. How we are dressed won't matter--all of His people will be dressed in robes of His righteousness, and we will look amazing because we will be dressed in His splendor--but no one will notice anything or anyone but Him. HIS beauty will totally captivate us and bowl us over with delight, awe and wonder. He will be the centerpiece of our affections and sin will be thoroughly abolished in our hearts never to cloud His beauty again. Being in His presence then will give us more complete joy and satisfaction than anything we ever experienced here on earth.

If I wasn't convinced of this, I would say, "Yeah, go ahead, eat, drink, be merry, whatever--live your best life now, because in the immortal words of Peggy Lee, that is all that there is!" Anyone who tells you to focus on living your best life now, is selling you snake oil, people. Run for the hills. Jesus warned us to be careful how we build...

²⁴ “Therefore everyone who hears these words of Mine and acts on them, may be compared to a wise man who built his house on the rock. ²⁵ And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and slammed against that house; and yet it did not fall, for it had been founded on the rock. ²⁶ Everyone who hears these words of Mine and does not act on them, will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. ²⁷ The rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and slammed against that house; and it fell—and great was its fall.”

That's from Matthew 7, by the way. All that is to say that what we do now will matter then, and matter greatly. Even why we exercise, eat healthy (or not!) matters. God is always after our hearts, looking to rescue our hearts in the midst of our mundane, daily life. That's why our Messiah came in the first place--He loved us from before the foundation of the world and before Adam sinned, He had planned to rescue a people for Himself! This is the whole message of the Bible, from Genesis to Revelation.

Now, quite honestly, I know that this is a fairly random post. I'm not going swimming today--there are other things on the agenda that need to be done, but I do want this day to be a day where I'm continuing to build on the foundation that He has laid--by His grace, through faith in what He's plainly declared in the Scriptures. And I wanted to get back and post. He's great and glorious. Let's live for Him vigorously now. There may not be a tomorrow...so let's live it to the full while He's graciously given it to us!

Keep swimming in His love, everyone. And if you don't know what that means, I'm available for coffee or conversation.

Little Grass Shack!

So, what would you buy for this gorgeous little house on Maui, not to far from a marine preserve? This is one of those amazing places--and there was a for sale sign on it and everything when we were there. Oh, I have to tell you, that in my wildest dreams, I'd end up in a house like that. Which I suppose shows just how wild my dreams can get.

The truth of the matter is, all of us in the US are more wealthy, more comfortable than many other people in the world--and our current state of affairs, even though they be poor ones, show us to be wealthier than many on the planet.

I went to the vegetable market today and filled our fridge with good things. Many people don't have a fridge, and consider themselves blessed to have one meal a day. And we don't stop to say "Thank You" to the One who is "the giver of every good and perfect gift."

Sometimes, His gifts come in funny wrapping paper and it is hard to recognize them as gifts at all. The loss of a job. The loss of a relationship. The loss of a loved one, who fought valiantly against the ravages of cancer. Those crisis points--a sudden surgery, a sudden accident seem like rotten intruders. BUT--and this is big--when God brings something into our lives, it is for our ultimate good and His glory. If we love a job more than Him, we need a reality check, because He's the King of the Universe. If we love any human person more than Him, they have become for us an idol. But when we give Him first place in our lives, when He gets the surrender of our hearts, and our wills to His--wow. Because everyone has trouble--hey, we live in a sin filled world. But if you know the Messiah, He turns those troubles to gold in your life. He refines you in the process and makes you more able to see His goodness and His plan. And when you don't crumble like a cracker people under the stress, because you are abiding in Him, people wonder what you're doing that's so different. And then you can tell them that you have a faithful, loving, Great God most High who has lavished His love on you in Messiah and He makes no mistakes. I don't need this little grass shack. What He's preparing for me because He's poured His grace on my heart and opened my eyes to my sin and need for forgiveness is HUGE. Heaven is way better than Hawaii. One day, because of a righteousness that has been gifted to me, that I don't deserve, I will be there. And the flowers will be more fragrant than any I've ever smelled here. There won't be a sun, the Lord will be the Light. No tears, no crying, no sorrow, no illness, no pain. In the meantime, I want to help as many people as I can go there too! There's an invitation with your name on it...now is the time to RSVP.....
Click on the link below to discover your invitation to joy in Him:

http://viewthestory.com/1475