The Will To Live

I wish we were neighbors. He teaches me and every post changes me in some beautiful way. I ask that you read my favorite blogger and let him bless you as God sees fit. I pray some day to blog again. Every year I pay the fee and renew my address and hope of posting regularly. Though, if all my reason for renewing is to introduce a hungry soul to THE Unshakable Hope found in Christ through Bills ministry, I count it pure Joy.

Unshakable Hope

I almost made it through a whole year without being hospitalized or having any additional health problems. Almost. Then, with just a few days left in 2016, I caught a cold. The “commoncold” is not much more than an annoyance for otherwise healthy people, but for someone like me with weakened breathing muscles and only 30% of my lungs functioning, the common cold is much more than an annoyance.

On the morning of the last day of the year, I was having an extremely difficult time breathing even wearing my breathing mask. In addition to that, I couldn’t keep anything down. I was a mess, more than usual. Mary and I both assumed it was pneumonia again so she called 911 and within minutes we were in an ambulance en route to the hospital. ALS has brought us one adventure after another over the last 20 years.

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What if the Stoning of Stephen Could Improve Our Hearing?

54 When they heard these things, they were cut to the heart, and they gnashed on him with their teeth.

55 But he, being full of the Holy Ghost, looked up stedfastly into heaven, and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing on the right hand of God,

56 And said, Behold, I see the heavens opened, and the Son of man standing on the right hand of God.

57 Then they cried out with a loud voice, and stopped their ears, and ran upon him with one accord,…

Acts 7:54-58

“cut to the heart”

“cried out with a loud voice”

“Stopped their ears”

Sound familiar?

Ever been hurt, frustrated, angered by someones words or actions? I’d say we have all been “cut to the heart”, Amen?

We all have a chapter in our story we wish we could rewrite. Someone was “cut to the heart”, someone “stopped their ears”, and likely, there was someone who “cried out with a loud voice”.

When our hearts are wounded our ears stop working.

Maybe there are some who are good at confrontation, anger management, communication… and this just doesn’t apply to them. I would say for the vast majority of us we can say at some point in our lives the hearing impairment of Stephens attackers has been our disability too. In fact, I would say we have all been on both sides at one time or another. We have stoned and we have been stoned.

Ever said, “I don’t even want to hear it.”?

When the story makes our hearts whence we like to turn the channel, and we’re pretty proud of ourselves too. I mean, we really did take the high road, right? There was a lot of things we would have liked to have said or done but we just physically or emotionally walked away.

She said they had differing opinions on what needed doing. While she was explaining her reason he turned and walked away. I would say his ears were failing him wouldn’t you? He may have felt he took the highroad but it sure didn’t look like it to anyone else.

How many relationships have been severed because someone failed to hear?

Who have we stoned in our church, our family, our home, because hearts were raw and hearing dulled?

Ouch! There are a few chapters I would like to rewrite. Thank you Jesus for your white out correction fluid. Amen?

I have failed others most when my heart was raw and my ears were dulled.

Here is some wisdom from my daughters third grade science book:

  • Listen for a sound.
  • Find the source of the sound.
  • Lay your hand on the source of the sound.
  • Feel the movement.

Because where there are sound waves there is movement.

movement move·ment (mōōv’mənt)

  1. The act or an instance of moving; a change in place or position.

And where there is movement there is change.

change [cheynj] n.

1.  A transformation or modification; alteration:

What if we placed our hand on them and felt their heart; the source of the sound?

We will likely need a lot less of His white out correction fluid. Amen?


Uncomfortable Truth

One of my very favorite bloggers has hit the nail on the head again. He is a gifted writer and I adore his insights. When I read this post on Unshakable Hope I believed it needed to be shared.
I am so greatful to have found unshakable I hope his blog ministers to you also.

Unshakable Hope

It seems that America is obsessed with comfort these days. Have you noticed all the mattress commercials? They all claim that their brand is the most comfortable and tell us that we need to replace our mattress every eight years to maintain that optimum comfort. One mattress store will even finance your mattress for eight years. (I don’t care how comfortable the mattress is, if you finance it, you’ll probably be up half the night worrying about making your mattress payment).

Don’t get me wrong, I’m probably more obsessed with finding physical comfort than most people. One of the most difficult things about being paralyzed by ALS is trying to get comfortable because my body is literally dead weight. There’s no turning over or even turning my head in order to get more comfortable when I go to bed. I recently got a new mattress, the one that I see…

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