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I’m finding that writing this week’s entry is more difficult than I would like it to be, so procrastination ensues. I’m in an extremely vulnerable state and I’m pretty sure that I’m not handling it well. The good news is that I don’t have to handle it! I took the pain and fear inside me for most of the day, I then shared it with a select few and now I am releasing it to God. It’s a hard thing to accomplish when you’re talking about dealing with, truly, the biggest fear you have.

Jeremiah 29:11-13 “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”

I know in the deepest part of my heart and soul that God has great plans for me and my family. There is no doubt and no pride in this statement. He has proven it to be true, time and time again. I’ve heard Him speak parts of the plan and as you know, I’ve been stepping out and living it. All this said, I am clinging to my faith right now.

I have had several medical issues since the birth of my daughter, all of which I have been just dealing with since I don’t have health insurance. Last month I received a letter advising me it was time for a mammogram. I had my first one done at age 28 because of the serious genetic risk on my mother’s side of the family. I was cleared and told that having a healthy base line to work from would make detecting even a slight change easier. With the cost being so great for the test and Rob still off work, I dismissed the letter. September rolled around and I received another letter stating the same information. So again I shrugged, knowing that it wasn’t possible to have it done in the timeframe they were advising (October 12th).

Almost two weeks ago, I had a minor meltdown due to pain from one of the issues I’m experiencing and confided in a close friend. I explained to her in detail (which I will not do here because for most of you it will be TMI) what’s been happening and just crying because I didn’t think I could go on much longer enduring it all. I even told her about the mammogram and gave her an extremely brief history of how breast cancer runs in my family, which lead me to share with her my deepest fear: discovering I have it and dying from it leaving my daughter motherless at an early age. Yes I’m concerned about the rest of my family but I was a daughter who lost her mother too young (even though I was an adult I was only 24 and she was 45). Breast cancer has either been the “gateway” to other cancers taking the lives of the women of my family or the reason I’ve lost 3 aunts – one of which was 34, my mother and my grandmother. These are just the ones I know of since my mother wasn’t close to her family. My friend asked me if I was really ready to believe that God could heal me that minute if I just asked – of course, I was. So we prayed and I cried and she prayed more. Let me tell you that God is so good – the intense pain I was crippled with faded right then. The next morning Rob was going through the mail and we had received a letter from the welfare office (we had applied for food stamps since we have no income and I have yet to find employment). This letter explained that we were not only eligible for food stamps but for emergency stamps that were backdated – PTL! Reading further down, the letter also informed us that we both would receive health insurance, which they dated for the week before the letter was sent.

GOD ANSWERS PRAYERS! even before they are prayed.

I was so overwhelmed – I’m still overwhelmed. I called my friend and told her the news and she was as filled with joy as I was. My mind is still trying to wrap around the full power of this miracle.

After having to do the enrollment online and wait a day for it to update, I called to make the appointments I needed. Again I was just floored by the miracles, I was able to get scheduled for this week at my doctors AND October 12th was available for the mammogram.

I Peter 5:6-11 “Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings. And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast. To him be the power forever and ever. Amen.”

I was fully aware that I would need to have some lab work done. I was mentally prepared that we would have to begin treating my PCOS (Polycystic ovary syndrome) again. I was not prepared for a large mass to be found in my left breast. I think I spent most of my morning in shock/disbelief. After hiding it inside for most of the day, all I wanted to do was call my mom and cry. Yeah, a slight problem there. So I called Rob’s mom and shared it with her first. She gave me words of encouragement and prayed with me. I knew, after ending that call, that I needed to tell my husband. He just put Rene down for her nap and came in the room to lay with me when I told him the appointment hadn’t gone well. I told him about the mass.

I love my husband and I know he will always be in my corner fighting. What I had let slip from my mind, the fact that I have an even bigger champion in my corner. Nothing can ever be bigger or stronger than our God. It is God who has carried me through every storm I’ve faced and I know that it will be Him who not only lifts me through this storm but uses it for good.

I leave you with this thought: We can’t honestly appreciate being on the mountain top if we’ve never made our way through the valleys and obstacles to get there.

and an inspiring video from Third Day


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The Challenge Part II

This is long overdue, for that I apologize.

I went a bit further with the challenge I issued in my last blog. I “manned up” and did 48 hours of real honesty and openness. It was more difficult than I realized it would be.

The first 24 hours weren’t so bad. I openly spoke to my husband regarding issues where in the past I would be more guarded with my answers. I would even, hide, the whole truth. There were things we spoke about that were painful but the raw honesty we expressed to each other helped us to understand the other one’s mindset and to work all the way through the situation. I spoke the words that I would bottle up regarding super sensitive topics. In the end, it allowed us to grow closer, to work harder for each other and to allow festering hurt to start healing.

As much as I’m banging on the honesty train I feel that we should also understand what is appropriate to share. I’m not giving every little detail, because frankly – you don’t need to know them. What you need to know and to get from my words is the fact that honesty, even when it seems harmful, can heal, restore and strengthen any relationship – especially marriage. It takes two to commit, two to say I do, two to create new life and two to grow apart. The great news is that it also takes two to grow together.

The second 24 hours was where I struggled. This is when I wanted to cry “UNCLE” and give in, instead I held fast, prayed and endured. I’m thankful for the strength to march through and see a victory. What causes a small twinge of pain was how I got there. I don’t know how many of you have ever had to sit in front of someone you love and tell them that it would be easier to act as if they didn’t exist than to try to not love them. Yeah, that’s the kind of thing this challenge lead me into due to an extremely hostile situation with a family member. I am and will forever be grateful that our family follows the Lord! I truly believe that God was leading us in our words and our feelings. We both were cleansed from past situations and have found a way to work together toward a better future.

I would love to hear from anyone who took up the challenge, be it here or privately. For me, I’m glad I pushed myself the extra mile and that my family is benefitting from it. I’m glad you are reading this and receiving something from it. As for me, I’m excited to finally open myself up and allow God to use me for His Kingdom.

“Now thanks be to God who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and through us diffuses the fragrance of His knowledge in every place. For we are to God the fragrance of Christ among those who are saved and among those who are perishing. To the one we are the aroma of death leading to death, and to the other the aroma of life leading to life.” 2 Corinthians 2:14-16

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I’m sitting here looking at this blank canvass – so many possibilities in which to use it.

Today wasn’t a good day for me. I am struggling with so much that I don’t share and then when it comes to a head like it did for me today, I hide. I laid my daughter down for her nap and then locked myself away in my room. I reduced myself in to the fetal position, hugging pillows that were capturing my tears. Days like today I feel so much less than I know I am – all because of vanity really.

I headed out of the house with my loving husband and daughter, determination and goals set. I needed a professional bra fitting, purchase a proper bra, look for a new dress/outfit – something nice, that fits, to wear to a wedding next weekend and I needed to exchange an outfit that was too small for Rene.

Well I made it no further than the bra fitting before that feeling of despair set in. Twelve bras later and I left after purchasing 4 pairs of socks (on clearance .80 ea), 1 pair of trouser socks (also on clearance) and 5 t-shirts for Rob & the boys. Take note that there was no bra in that list. Let me tell you that I don’t and I mean DO NOT like to shop for clothes. Never have and beginning to think I never will. I don’t think about the “big sales” going on for the holidays (this one was for Labor Day in the US) I just know that I am in need of an item so I go to get it when I have time. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been to Tanger outlets since they’ve opened and that included today. The rain and mass amounts of people everywhere made things even more miserable.  After my defeat in the Hanes store, I decided it would be best to just go and return Rene’s outfit and go home!

I knew I would melt down today. I set myself up for it. I held on to a glimmer of hope that it wouldn’t be quite so traumatic. Yeah, I was wrong. I found myself refusing to speak, out of fear my tears would start and never stop.

Almost 3 hours after putting myself into lockdown I had to go downstairs. I didn’t want to face my family feeling so much pity and so sorry for myself but I did. I lashed out a couple times, just wanting to get the hurt out. I even lashed out, in my head, about some posts by friends on Facebook. I confessed to Rob that I didn’t want to be around any of them, with tears in my eyes. I’m so fortunate that he loves me and although he might not totally understand, he accepts me. So I put on my mom hat and got dinner on the table.

Once more I find myself alone in my room. I still feel depressed – it’s a never ending, daily battle. I’m sharing (which most of you who will read this, know is something I’m not good at doing) my struggle and believing God will give me a victory. Knowing He makes me new EVERY day.  Trusting that all my struggles, trials and triumphs will be used for His glory.

I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I remember them and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope:

Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.” ~Lamentations 3:19-34

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