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It is well with my soul

I love the newer version of this old hymn and God has continued to use this song to keep me and my thoughts in-check because at times, and I’ll be honest, I’ve gone from zero negativity to Defcon Red in milliseconds, for which there is really no valid reason.  Those reasons have been ridiculous and those worries have been entirely unfounded.  The “what if?” game and I have been on again, off again roommates and I still have to work at kicking-out the unwanted guest when they attempt to argue, sit down and makes themselves at home for an extended stay as they readily rehash what’s wrong in my life, when all I must do is counter-hash everything that is right.  Here is Matt Redman’s version of “It Is Well With My Soul.”

I have been so very blessed!  In 2001 my MS was on a fast-track quickly retrogressing and I became dependent upon using a wheelchair full-time.  2015 marks 10 years since I regained feeling in my legs, was healed and able to again walk and not require the assistance of a wheelchair.  Thank you, Lord.  

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My Dad was diagnosed with cancer a little over a year ago in 2014.  With each quarterly exam, the cancer was confirmed with the understanding that because it was a slow-growing cancer, nothing was an emergency, but it would need to be monitored.  My Dad’s quarterly cancer check-up and biopsy in June came back, “No cancer.”  As in with all the many many samples they extracted, there was NO TRACE of it.  Thank you, Lord.

Our oldest kitty Thor, died at end of April- just a couple of months ago.  He was with us 18 years and he lived a pretty long and happy life filled with chasing string and consistent purrs.  We adopted Thor shortly after B and I married.  Our youngest kitty, Zephyr was diagnosed with kidney stones last winter and because of the process of going under the knife, we’ve hesitated to get him the surgery.  With our loss of Thor, the Lord knew we needed some comfort and allowed Zephyr to be instrumental in providing that with lots of loves and cuddles as we mourned, but we remained worried that his condition would also take him from us too soon.  Zephyr is now stone-free. Thank you, Lord.

My husband had a bad cough for about a year and the doctor said it was fine.  It went away and then the cough started again and I kept reminding B to go to his doctor to see what was going on.  They did a full exam and also ran an x-ray this time around.  The x-ray was clear and everything is absolutely fine with his lungs except that the doc put him on an allergy regimen and now that painful cough is almost completely gone.  Thank you, Lord.

I doubt that there are any other Christians out there who have ever been able to relate to being control-freaks or worrying excessively.  What?  You might resemble being controlling?  You worry about stuff too?  Then you can relate…  I guess that somehow I believed in my very misguided perception is that if I worried needlessly about anything big or small, that things will get better or something ridiculous like that.  I am thankful that God has a plan and that through my worries, He’s waited patiently for me to step-back, give him those reigns for my inner control-freak extraordinaire and just let him be God.  It’s a process and I am an active work-in-progress with needing to remind myself daily that, “‘He’s got this, Jenn.”  It’s very silly the amount of control that I perceive I have.  I believe that the above situations served for no other purpose than to get my faith on-track.  But then, it may not be all about me, so perhaps my perspective is selfish in that the listed situations were to grow my faith, when those also could have also served to grow my husband’s faith, my Dad faith, my Mom’s faith and / or my Sister’s faith…

As B and I have again felt led to pursue adoption, our faith has very much been stretched.  It’s far from ideal circumstances since we’re older and have less money than the first time we attempted to adopt in ’07, but God’s bigger.  We’ve been called to just be obedient to his guidance.  He’s bigger than our perceived ideal circumstances and we have questions, but more than anything, we must trust in him.

Relinquishing control is not easy, but I’m confident that considering my own life is just a little blip on God’s screen, that He can see all things past, present and future and that there is a Divine purpose for him allowing you or me or any other person to go through anything.  Those situations are either good or bad character building or faith building.

What are you made of?  Do you struggle with doubt?  What kind of situations have challenged your own faith?

Jenn

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It’s come to my attention that I’m clairvoyant

And it’s not anything that I ever wanted, but I guess since it’s not in any way a career path, we’re all good.  Since my left brain-ness typically only considers the literal about most things, it takes me a while to ‘get’ anything outside the box, because I’m legalistic that way.  In summary of this situation, one might say, I failed to add two and two, where the most basic of addition would have lead me to recognize a simple correlation between nearby regional earthquakes and a challenging vertigo episode that often begins within a few hours to 48 hours before a quake.  Perhaps it all depends on how slow or fast the tectonic plates shift or how massive the seismic activity in my geographic region?  Is there a seismic expert in the house?

I only recognized this during the recent few months that with each earthquake that has occurred within my region in the last 20 years, I’ve experienced severe vertigo.  By ‘severe’, I mean vertigo that has me seeing doubles/triples and everything around me spinning at an exponential speed.  How’s that for fun?  On the bright side, this ‘fun’ occurs without warning and gives me a sensation that I am taking full advantage of an unlimited pass to ride all the twisting and turning roller-coasters on this planet – all in a few minutes.  Yay for me!  Now the reality is that one of these unwelcome vertigo episodes begins with spinning and often gets worse through the first day only to climax until the earthquake occurs.  Then as a final reminder to not forget that this unwelcome guest stopped-by and overstayed its welcome, it provides a sickness ‘hangover’ for at least a day after the event.  When you’ve been sick with a cold or flu for example and have taken those fantastic symptom hiding over-the-counter treatments like the, “Sniffling, sneezing, head-aching, so you can rest magic,” and wake the next morning feeling a little more clear-headed, but wondering where and what barricade you hit going 55 miles per hour, that’s the medicine hangover I’m talking about, as I wouldn’t know anything about other types.

When the most recent episode occurred June 23, I posted to the social network:  I said something to the effect that, “History states whenever I experience a severe case of vertigo, an earthquake occurs in my geographic region within 48 hours, but I hope for once I will be a false prophet.”  So, 48 hours came and went and nothing happened.  Except it did.  But I’m not on the network enough to see comments or even watch the local news because I might at times resemble living under a rock when said vertigo occurs.  Watching TV and reading the paper is impossible when I see doubles and triples of everything.  So, a friend saw my post and watched our regional news closely and notified me that a quake occurred on our fault line.  In Alaska.  Another quake occurred May 22 – same situation in me having vertigo a couple days ahead.  We also had a quake earlier in the year and like clock-work, vertigo set in a couple days in advance.  So wherever we’ve lived, vertigo is indicative of an earthquake within 48 hours.  I believe there’s a correlation between how much of he human body is water (60-75%) depending on which expert and just like the changing tides and the closer a full moon gets to earth, there is something that sets off my balance and the liquid in my inner-ear that goes wonky with seismic activity.

You probably agree that my husband had an interesting perspective about this.  B’s interpretation was that upon me discovering my ‘ability” to foresee earthquakes, I should also consider that God’s using this ability to communicate with me.  Wow!  That interpretation was unexpected.  Decades ago at the private school, my classmate’s nickname for me, was ‘Doubting Thomas,’ which could not be more accurate than it is now.  And the reason it’s relevant is because for over a year, I’ve received these ‘snapshots’ that just appear in my head.  These uninspired and by uninspired, I haven’t seen a tear-jerker commercial, for example, but these snapshots have been of me or B or both of us with one or two children, but since we don’t have children, I got into the habit of quickly disregarding these ‘snapshots.’  (I’ll share with you later about B’s reaction a few months ago to my confession about the snapshots).  And that’s why B’s interpretation is that just like I foresee earthquakes, God’s trying to show me that these snapshots are going to be reality.  What?  Whoa, Dude!  No way! Is this even a reasonable possibility?  Yes.  Matthew 19:26.  And Mark 9:24 has also become a daily reference.  Dear Lord, I want to believe and I think I believe, but help me overcome my unbelief!

Are you clairvoyant or have you experienced anything like this or have you been a witness to someone experiencing this?

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Let’s talk about intentions

Merriam Webster’s website (2015) defines intention as a noun and “something you aim to do” or a “purpose.”   I believe that most people hope and aim to do their best and make intentions / commitments accordingly, therefore one might say that, “They had the best INTENTIONS.”  I occasionally hear and read emails from or about people admitting to an event or something they intended to do, but obviously failed since the word was in the past-tense.  Failed intentions are quickly given a pass because that wasn’t their, let’s say it together, INTENTION.  The word is over-used and loosely-used to excuse an over-commitment (lie) /  bad behavior or a failure.  Now I’m confident that there are a great many who will call me judgmental and say I lack tolerance of people’s situations and go on to say that I must be perfect, blah, blah blah…  I am far from perfection, but as a Christian, I try to do better than the day before and never over-commit.  I was once one of those obtuse folks who over-committed and later canceled last-minute because I had the best of intentions to participate in making some donated goodies, for example, or however I committed only to later realize I committed to an activity in which I aimed to participate, that I really never had any intention of being involved. Okay, now get over yourself because you wouldn’t be that defensive if you weren’t also guilty of this.

At one time, I intended / committed to make cookies every Sunday for our old church.  It was a small church and I needed to make only seven dozen cookies, which I often made every Saturday-night for the next morning.  Considering how much I love baking, it was a very small act of service, but there came a point a few months later after doing this every weekend when I became bored and would cancel because I just didn’t feel like baking.  Granted I had health issues that were becoming a contributing factor in this, but I should have resigned from my commitment ahead of time instead of being proud and stubborn.  I spoke with someone about this and Mickey pointed out to me that intentions can go either way – we either do what we committed to do or we intend to not follow-through.  When he further explained that it’s either/or  or pass/fail, my eyes were opened more widely because I think like many, we think our intentions outweigh outcomes.  But they do not.

About intentions in marriage…

Commitments / intentions should be as solid as your marriage vows and upheld.  You make a commitment to your spouse and you should do whatever you have to to make sure you do not fail.  Obviously, emergencies happen and must be accommodated, but a commitment remains a commitment.  Over recent months this has become somewhat of a thing in my marriage.  We’re working on 19 years together, but it’s been fairly consistent during only the last couple of years that B’s intentions to do something for me have some sort of ‘optional’ clause to not follow-through, perhaps?  It is a bit hurtful, I admit, but because he intended to follow-through, I think he thinks that he should receive points for the intention, I guess?  Now these broken commitments are small in the grand scheme and are not by any means divorce-worthy.  However, it remains hurtful that I might have become somewhat of a sacrifice, as he makes sure he follows-through with each commitment beyond us.  Perhaps he doesn’t want to appear a flake among coworkers or peers?

It’s interesting that people have such varying perspectives on intentions with spouses.   For one individual, an intention to a spouse is as good as a signed contract and they will move mountains to ensure the intention/commitment remains unbroken, but for another, who sees their spouse as ‘just my husband’ or ‘just my wife,’ they have given themselves the option to fail [Stop taking your spouse for granted!], when it should be the complete opposite as they should elevate their spouse’s importance instead of diminishing it.  Commitments to a spouse to fix an appliance or prepare a platter of goodies for coworkers or whatever the task is should be more important than commitments to non-spouses since you’re married to one and only work with or for another.  I’ve never understood those who say things like that because essentially, they have lessened their spouses role and therefore their spouse’s value.  Many years ago, I attended a work-related event with my husband and when his boss walked-up and asked who I was, I smiled and said, “I’m just B’s wife, Jennifer.”  B’s boss responded with, “Hmm, you mean you ARE his wife and not just his wife…”  That might have been eye-opening for me because there I was speaking condescendingly about myself.

Now, I must explain that my husband is NOT a monster.  I think at times his focus gets wrapped-up in whatever project has his attention and that he doesn’t see the looming ‘something’s got to give’ warning sign up ahead.  Unfortunately, that something is most often me because typically I am an understanding wife I attempt to be an understanding wife.  I suspect there might be a few others in a similar situation and am curious how you address a concern with your spouse or do you prefer to avoid it?  What is your best approach?  What is your coping-mechanism?   I like wine, which may or may not be relevant in this situation, but I believe that I just stumbled upon another blog-post idea…

roses are red

~Jenn

 

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Close, but moving day is not upon us…

I mentioned previously that we’ll likely place our house on the market in February.  I tend to take a few great many things for granted and it finally dawned on me that February is less than 30 days away.  I know, I know – how obtuse am I, right?   And have I got a lot to do.  A year ago I had it my mind that we were moving long before the end of 2014, but we’re still here and so are the boxes of items we wouldn’t need for the remaining amount of time here.  That’s really put things into perspective because I packed-up things we wouldn’t immediately need for a few months, but it turns out that a few months turned into a year, which means we probably didn’t need those items at all.  It’s embarrassing because with  each move, we’ve mentioned how much we need to scale-down and yet, we’ve failed to do this as we’ve collected more with each new home and each move.

Times four…

Good grief. It’s only a tad over-whelming, but eliminating stuff so we can move with only the necessary can and must be done.  Seven is my favorite number and the move back to Washington will move number seven.  Hmm, but then I’m not superstitious, so that doesn’t matter.  Yes, that picture encompasses roughly a quarter of just the boxes, which doesn’t include the odds and ends items that cannot properly fit into a nice (not so little) box.  Nearly two decades of marriage and we’ve accumulated some stuff an excessive amount of crap.  In addition to scaling-down and repacking our possessions, I also have to work-on cleaning grout, light-fixtures and curtains, touching-up the paint on walls, touching-up the areas requiring replacement caulk in the bathrooms and finally renting a carpet cleaner.  Whew!

My husband is overwhelmed with everything, but for me, this is nothing.  We’d agreed on it beforehand, but his move here in 2011 left me with the remainder of a 2400 square foot home to pack.  When he moved here first, he rented a small truck to bring his wardrobe, our guest-bedroom set and his office set to hold him over until I’d packed the remaining items and finalized selling our Washington home, at which point I was to move to Nevada.  I’d  been successfully packing and had probably 92% of the remaining stuff ready for the move.  Impressive isn’t it?  However, I called my husband in a panic and said there was no way I’d be ready by the coming Saturday.  He said, “Oh no – I’ve missed you too much and I’ve been looking forward to you getting here this weekend.”  And I did move the weekend we had planned because from Nevada, my husband organized a group of family and friends to help me pack the remaining items and several even returned to help me pack the moving truck a couple of days later.

’11 move day

And here I am in Nevada preparing to move back and even with lots to do, I am calm.  I think the difference this time around is that my husband is here.  Although he has a job and is working full-time, I still have him here physically to support me and offer help when he has the opportunity, instead of offering verbal support every few days from a few states away.  His presence makes a big difference and I’m relieved this move will be together.  Dear Lord, Thank you for my husband and thank you that he’s here to help prepare us for moving and please help me to cherish him and never take him for granted.  Amen

I love husband.

~Jenn

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