John 3:16 King James Version (KJV)

16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

Hebrews 13:5

Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor will I forsake thee.

On some occasions, I’ve been told such things as:”Today’s your lucky day. You have liver and onions for lunch.” Sometimes I will say “Good luck,” meaning that I am a hard stick and they just might get blood from me for the lab. “Your fortune just ran out. You have nothing in your bank account.” Remember that commercial where they said:,” “today’s your lucky day. You get to clean the toilet bowl.”and The terms are used as:chance or luck as an external, arbitrary force affecting human affairs.

On other occasions, I will be told “We’re in luck. Fortunately, we have that in your size.” “Fortunately, someone can assist you in ten to fifteen minutes.” The two terms are synonyms; they mean the same thing. However, for some of us, the two terms have a slightly different meaning or connotation. “luckily” can relate to magic. Some of us do not believe in magic. the terms can also, besides being tinged with doubt, can mean “resulting favorably.” or With certainty.

When we think or speak of Jesus, the terms are not magic-oriented or said clothed in doubt. such as:”with any luck, you *might* receive an answer to your prayer.” “you are fortunate that Jesus *could* show up any day,” with the connotation of magic or possibility, but not certain favorable results at the forefront. It does not say in the Bible that “maybe Jesus will come,” “maybe He was born, died and rose for us,” “maybe you have been saved.”

On a more positive note, one could say “Fortunately for you, you have been saved,” meaning that it has resulted favorably, it is for certain, that you have been saved. “Fortunately, it is a fact, and also the Truth, that Jesus has always loved you; He loves you now, and He will always love you.” The term is used confidently as “it is certain that” rather than “well maybe.” In the Bible, is says that God’s love is steadfast and unchanging; God’s love comforts us; God’s love is revealed to us through Jesus Christ; God’s love is poured into us through the Holy Ghost. …

When we think that it is up to chance, doubt, and uncertainty, that Jesus loves us, will take care of us, will never leave us, and abides in us, no wonder we want to curl up in a corner in church, hoping no one notices that we are there. But with the certainty of favorable results when it comes to Jesus, we can worship Him in confidence and enthusiasm. We can boldly reach out to others, proclaiming the Gospel as unwavering Truth. We are fortunate, or lucky, that Jesus is for real.

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Of course there are people who take advantage of the systems which are in place for them, and they make life difficult for all of us. Those who refuse to get a job; those who could walk if they’d just stand up; those who claim to be disabled when they aren’t so they can receive benefits; those who steal from others; those who cling to someone who is already married, causing a breakup; those who attend church just to look good, those who get stuck on substances, stealing to afford the habit–but we’re not all that way. I have been told on occasion, in a tone of disgust and disdain:”it’s your fault that the economy is bad; you live off of money that should be ours.” What a lack of understanding and acceptance they show. Little do they realize that many of us have been successful in our day. I worked several jobs, I raised a family, I earned a higher degree, I am the author of three books by next year. I do not tell you that to boast, but merely to state the facts about my life. We’re considered to be a black rose:structured okay but tarnished.

Some people do not realize that it is respectable to be blind. Several throughout my life have protested “Oh no it isn’t!” I believe it is respectable to be sighted, but not to have the curable disability of considering themselves superior in any way; assuming they do not have a crutch of any kind, and considering themselves more valuable, more perfect, than those of us with disabilities. With all the things that are problematic with me, there are people living here who are more disabled than I am–the woman who constantly complains about how her son brought her here; those who let their pets do their thing in the hallway; those who wait around for the next breakthrough that isn’t going to happen because they don’t put out any effort; and, most of all, those who do not follow Jesus even when they know about Him. Jesus is not a respecter of persons in the sense that our shape, color, age, etc, do not make a difference to Him. He values each one of us.

When I was in the hospital two weeks ago there was a patient who yelled out often, in pain. Evidently pain medication didn’t work for him. But then there was Jeffrey, who yellled out constantly just for attention whenever anyone left his room.

There was an older person there who was going blind and she never got out of bed. And then there was me, who filed a complaint last year when the staff wouldn’t let me get up by myself; go to the restroom by myself, etc. So it is not as important what issues we have but what we think and do about them. I was fortunate from childhood that I was motivated to be doing something, sometimes even when I was ill. I never once went to my parents whining “I’m bored!” because I wasn’t. When we went on long trips, I loved the ride. It never occurred to me to ask “are we there yet?” In fact, there was some disappointment when the trip was through. I brought things to do in the car and never said I didn’t know what to do nexxt.

Currently, my doctors really want me to be pretty much bedridden in a hospital bed, to get the edema out of my legs. I could give up and just lie around, but no. I am working on how to get a table to be high enough so that it comes over my bed so that I can continue working on my laptop. I can certainly continue using my phones. I can pray, read, crochet, pet the kitties, sing, listen to music and sermons, on and on. I could even practice my music. I even took a bag of stuff to do while I was in the hospital. Medical staff had to occasionally interrupt me in what I was busy doing.

No, I will never be in the Guinness Book of Records
for anything I’ve done or am still doing, and, sadly, I will not accomplish all that I had hoped to in this life, but I am living my life–sometimes living the life I want.

Some people get perturbed with me if I light a fire under some entity for treating me with low expectations by refusing to allow me to do something. However, I never wanted to be the second-class citizen that some have assumed me to be.

And, no, I am not amazing. I am quite ordinary, having done ordinary life things. I do not use blindness as an excuse. The medical conditions do sometimes require me not to do something, but rarely does the blindness. I’ve met many ordinary blind people in the National Federation of the Blind, all over the country who are, as we are saying now working to “live the life we want,” rather than the short-sheeted life some expect that we live.

During those eight months I was recently living in California, some people kept trying to force me to do less; insulted my intelligence and integrity, and no way had any idea who I really was. It was frustrating and sad. I could see no light at the end of the tunnel there so I moved back up here where things are better for me. There are people here who see me as a good example; who are pleased to find me not sitting in the corner sucking my thumb, saying “poor me.” Some of them are proud of me. Some of them come to me because they want to talk things out and they know I will listen to them. It is like a whole ‘nother world. Right now, the past few days, several women here have left their tables to sit with me because they don’t want to sit with someone who is constantly complaining and criticizing them. This is certainly in high contrast to the situation in Sacramento. And I really do not mean to bad mouth Sacramento, I am just telling it like it was there. My time down there was a good one for me to realize that Jesus does not treat me that way and I began to really appreciate that. My kitties have never treated me negatively like that either. Jesus never said “let her have her year,” as my advisor did, when I first enroled in college. He already knew I would graduate with honors. Jesus never has told me I could not do something; He already knew what I would do.

Sometimes, out of fear or tiredness, or when I just don’t feel like constantly pushing the envelope or banging my head against a wall of marshmallows, I do let some people hold me back, but Jesus never does. Sometimes I wait for someone to encourage me, as I like to encourage others, and sometimes it never happens. When I think of mistreatment I have known in my life, what a contrast it is to being treated only with gentleness and kindness from Jesus. Sometimes I need a little prodding and encouragement, but never does it result in abuse. And one more thing:Jesus loves those who short-change themselves, who are lazy, who use crutches that they don’t really need, and who really do drain on the economy, so we can follow His example, by doing the same.

1 John 4:10 – Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son [to be] the propitiation for our sins.
Mark 12:31 – And the second [is] like, [namely] this, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. There is none other commandment greater than these.

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The drs. have ordered that I have a hospital bed but Medicare is denying it. They think pillows and wedges can solve everything. Yeah, right. So we’re working through Craig’s list. But one of my acquaintances, a Christian, she claims, asked why I would get a hospital bed, “Isn’t that denying the healing power of Jesus?” she asked. To me that’s like telling me to refuse to use BartholoMEW, my long white cane, as a blind person, because that shows everyone that I don’t expect to be healed. I believe that Jesus can heal anyone of any situation, disease, injury, anything! He can. But He doesn’t always. He has His reasons. I don’t spend my life sitting around waiting to be sighted. When I was a secretary at the agency for the blind in the Midwest years ago, we had a client who wouldn’t go anywhere and wouldn’t learn to do anything as a blind person because she was miserable, felt bitter about it and expected Jesus to heal her any minute. She had an opportunity to learn to be the best-functioning blind person she could be and just to wait for the healing, but no; she stopped nearly dead in her tracks. They had to close her case because she refused to learn any alternative techniques of blindness such as braille, cane travel, computer access, etc. Soooo, what does that have to do with my forthcoming hospital or adjustable bed? Am I giving up on life, getting my deathbed, renouncing the possibility of healing? No! I’ve wanted such a bed for a long time. It will be more comfortable for me; will allow me to elevate my legs better, rest in less pain, allow the kitties to be on the bed with me, do my computer stuff from there, and so on. It is not an announcement of impending death but more comfort for my current life. Jesus wants me to have it. Just like He wanted me to have BartholoMEW. Some people scream at disabled people to give up their crutches and walk. Well, crutches help a person who can’t walk be more independent, not less. Crutches are not necessarily a sign of weakness; they’re a tool of independence, like Bartholomew, like the bed I hope to acquire. There are people out there with no visible cruch, cane, medical bed, etc, who are actually carrying unidentified “crutches” such as: smart phones, cars, printers, computers, intercoms to Baby’s room, toilets that flush and electrical conveniences, their clock/watch, and it goes on; they have “crutches” they don’t even recognize as such, but they are. And the people using those conveniences to make their lives better and themselves more independent, are not mediocre or lower-class citizens because they use them. So, no, I am not ashamed of BartholoMEW and no, I will not be ashamed of, or mournful like life is about over, by acquiring a hospital bed. And, no, I won’t stop hoping and praying for healing, however, I am not waiting for it to happen to use whatever I need to now to make the best of my life! I am not ashamed of appearing “unhealed” by some peoples’ standards. It is as respectable to be blind etc, as it is to be sighted, etc. Our conditions/situations do not lower the quality of our personhood. Jesus does not drop us down a notch or two or more when disabilities, illnesses, injuries, losses, etc, happen. He loves us just as much, no matter what. He does not look down on us for having a “crutch.” We all have at least one; no one gets by without having it, because we are all physically and mentally imperfect and in need of a cruch. Sure there are people who abuse their crutches and use cructh-types that are unnecessary, outgrown, unhelpful; I’m not talking about them:substance abuse, pornography, mistreatment of other humans and animals, being a control freak, coming off as a know-it-all, refusing to learn anything new, etc, these are all crutches that are detrimental. I’m not talking about those today. If the main “crutch” is Jesus, as some would say, so be it. I cannot do all that I want to by myself. I need His help. I cannot always think of exactly what I need to think of at a given time. I need His help. I cannot always find something here in this apt, and I need His help because He always knows where everything is. I need His song-writing/book/this very post, help; they wouldn’t happen without Him. I am a stronger, more vibrant, more positive, more into learning new things, more excited about other peoples’ accomplishments, more interested in helping people here where I live, because I don’t believe I can think and do everything myself and be perfect, at that. I know I have imperfections, “the sky is the limit” hasn’t happened for me, as a human in this world. But with the Spirit of Jesus in and around me, I am living a much more productive, interesting life. Without Him, I was too overwhelmed, too lost, too afraid to admit when I needed help, too afraid to ask for help, reluctant to give help, believing I wasn’t good enough for Jesus, agreeing I must be that terrible person some humans thought I was, having absolutely no idea why I was here, and often depressed. At least now, even when I am feeling terrible, experiencing more pain than I’d like to, being cloistered in the hospital, having to remember to take my antibiotic four times a day, etc, Jesus is always here, and He makes a difference to me. If He can make a difference to me, He can do the same for anyone out there who is spinning in negativity to a better quality of life. The hospital bed I plan to acquire is to help me live, not die.

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(written 10/16/2017)
Matthew 6:25
New Living Translation
“That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life–whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear. Isn’t life more than food, and your body more than clothing?
My family was what some would consider poor, though we always had food. I am not all that aware of the sacrifices my parents may have made so that we could have food on our table. This past June, I had very little food. I was taught not to beg, not to ask for too much. The idea of visiting a food shelter would have embarrassed me so badly that I simply would not have done it. That was for other people. I may have felt somewhat too proud to go to such a place. Yet when I asked Jesus for food, He had me Google several food banks and I chose one. They gave me food plus some snacks. I was so grateful to receive them. In September, after moving to where I am now, I found myself once again very low on food. I had canned soup and chips. I went to a food bank hoping for fruits and veggies. Imagine my surprise when Jesus made it possible for me to receive five bags of food! I had the fruits and veggies all right, plus salmon, spaghetti, grated cheese, and so much more. They even gave me some kitty food! To top it all off, I was presented with a bouquet of flowers–thank You, Jesus! I am anaticipating a return to this food bank this week if I can find transportation. Today, I have $2-some to my name, to last for the rest of the month, so transportation could be an issue. This is, of course, another opportunity for me to ask Jesus for help. I think that at times we are given obstacles such as a food shortage in order for us to squirm a little, realizing that of ourselves, we cannot do a whole lot; however, with Jesus’ help, we can. Jesus does not look down on me for getting the food I need. Whether it comes from a grocery store (which is way overpriced) or a food bank are equally okay to Him, I believe. Because I tend to fall through the cracks on getting help in the community, how relieved was I when I walked into this food bank, sat down for an interview, and the woman said “we’ll make this work!” I wish there were more people who think as she did. I believe Jesus thinks more this way “I’ll make things work,” He says, maybe not in the way we think, but “work” nevertheless. In Jesus’ name!

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(written fall of 2015) Some of us women at our church are involved in a Life Group called “knit together.” We are approaching the idea of “knit together” from various angles. The other day, we unscrambled words that were related to “knit together.” I have some practice at unscramblind words and helping people do crossword puzzles, so I was able to participate in that project quite successfully.

The other day I was out with a friend when I decided to roll a ball of yarn from a skein I had in my bag for one of my projects. Things went well for a while until I came upon snag after snag. I was rolling baby yarn, so the knots were more difficult to untangle. I was successful until I came near to the end where the tangles were so bad and so many that I decided to cut that whole end of the skein off. It occurred to me that I am better at unscrambling words and untangling yarn than I sometimes am at untangling some of the difficulties in my own life. I am quite capable of problem-solving in some cases, and I have certainly been told that I can always solve my problems. I’m not sure where this has come from because there are times when, hard as I might try, I need help out of some situations.

Jesus has had much patience with me; just waiting for me to tackle life’s snags to see how far I get. At times I feel as if He is refusing to help me; however, He knows I am going to work and work in my mind on a given issue. He gives me the free will to, as the song went “do it my way”. But He is right there waiting when the snags get too difficult and too many at once for us to undo ourselves. It is not a sign of weakness to ask Jesus for help. It is actually a sign of strength; a sign that indeed we *can* problem-solve by knowing when to turn to Him for help.

I am at that point as I write this piece. My life is resembling the end of that lavender skein of yarn I was untangling the other day; too many knots, too close together; a rat’s nest! My cutting that part of the yarn off and throwing it away was not a sign of giving up or failure. Once I let it go, I was free to go on with my crochet project. Once we let Jesus help us, we are free to rest, come up with answers, go help someone, or go feed the cats. Speaking of the cats, my cats are not showing any sign of weakness by asking me for food or to clean their cat box or to play with them. They know who to come to for the help they need and when I do something for them, they are happy and successful at what they’d meowed for. If we let Jesus know we are “hungry” He will supply our need. I am currently waiting for this to happen. I know He will work everything out, though the waiting and living on the edge can be exhausting. This is where prayer comes in.

Although there are real difficulties in my life right now, I am so grateful not to be facing them alone. Jesus is with me no matter what. Praising Him no matter what is something I am currently working on. Perhaps you can do that, too. Try it; you might be surprised how it helps you! In Jesus’ name.

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Years ago I read a book in which they gave an example of a “religious” woman who showed up to church services every week like a gray mass HUDDLED IN THE CORNER IN A BACK PEW. She was reverent and appeared to be constantly in prayer. … But no one knew her. She seemed oblivious to her surroundings. She was certainly shutting out the world. … Then, near the front row, was someone dressed in a bright red dress, with shoes to match, singing her heart out in worship, dancing in front of her pew (they didn’t mention running the aisles in this book). She, too, had a connection to God, however, she was participating with others and sharing the Gospel with others outside of the church services. She seemed so much happier than the “gray mass”. I wonder what would have happened had the two met and shared their love of God.

I have spent most of my life in mainline Christian churches where I participated in the service music, and, in one church, taking my turn as platform assistant. Although I was expected, by some, to stay in the margins, as a pew-warmer, where the hesitant ones were not confronted with dealing directly with a blind person, I chose full participation in our services.

I often felt like we were involved in rituals and that God was up there somewhere and, regarded, as the song put it, “from a distance.” I had no idea what I was missing. I thought everything was okay between God and me. Although I believed, on some remote level, the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus, I mostly thought of Him as a distant teacher. I wonder how many people reading this blog have felt that same way.

Now that I am in an apostolic church setting, things are quite different. Jesus is real to me; He is present within and around me; He will never leave me and I will not leave Him; He guides me in my everyday life; when I am praying, it is to Someone right here, not to someone way off beyond the clouds.

I used to sing the old hymns, often in harmony, and I certainly enjoyed that. However, now we “make a joyful noise,” and experience the nearness of the Holy Ghost. We want revival! We want to tell everyone about Jesus! I still tend to shy away from doing this outside of church, but our participation in our services encourage it.

So, as I would want to put it “there’s more than one way to …” connect with God. One way is not necessarily better than another, however, I am glad I am where I am now. I wish the same for you. If your church services, (if you even attend) are boring, come and join us! Jesus is in our midst! … In Jesus’ name.

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(written March 2017 while I was living at Sagebrook Sr. Living) I moved back to California from Oregon three weeks ago. Many things around me, including my own belongings, are constantly moving, however, there is one thing that isn’t–the toilet.

Because I have IBS, I am harder on a toilet than most people are. I give it ample opportunities to work properly; I give it permission to plug up, especially if I accidentally use too much toilet paper.

I have called the maintenance guy up here several times. He and other staff members keep repeating the same thing over and over, as if they believe that because of blindness, my mind is feeble, like, “out of sight, out of mind”. They tell me to push the lever harder and the toilet will work. He even said “If you can play the piano and the guitar, you can flush this toilet hard enough. I cannot. Every now and then the toilet will gurgle and flush, but 90% of the time, it plugs up. I know because I can smell it; gross, eeww. I know because I don’t hear the gurgle. I back away quickly in case the toilet decides to overflow.

Today, the same people came up because my shower water overflowed down to the residence below me. They used a shop vac to suck up the water, gave me an inner curtain liner and put in a lower shower curtain rod so that the water won’t flow out so easily. This was all well and good. I was very grateful for that assistance.

But then, it happened again! The guy said once more how I needed to push down harder on the flusher because the toilet was plugged up again. I told them that it didn’t matter whether they were successful at it or not; what mattered was that I wasn’t successful at it and I live here. The problem is not me; it is the toilet. I suggested that they give me a new toilet instead of dealing with the same thing over and over again.

Next time I am going to ask them if they know the definition of insanity? Perhaps not; however, I do! Insanity is:doing the same thing over and over and over again, expecting different results. The toilet isn’t being insane about this. Neither am I. However, from what I perceive, they are. This toilet business has been going on for three weeks with no real resolution. They “fix” it and it works a couple times and once again plugs up. No one seems to have any desire to make the decision to call in a plumber or purchase and install a new toilet. Though it would cost money, it seems like a reasonable solution to me, thus ending the insanity.

The other day I overheard a conversation out in the hall in which someone was explaining that so-and-so’s toilet was plugged up. So guess what? Mine is not the only one. My ears are not the only ones hearing the insanity.

I wonder what God thinks of human insanity? I wonder if He is ever impatient about it.

I don’t observe anywhere near as much of that insanity stuff in my cats, or any cats I’ve known through the years. It seems to be a human condition, insanity.

These guys don’t realize who lives here. I am one who is solution-oriented and I can go to great lengths to achieve it. I haven’t decided my next move, but there will be one–outside of the toilet, that is.
(written Oct., 2017) Where was Jesus in all of this? Did I remember to ask Him? It appears that my asking Jesus that day was in the toilet. That toilet never did get fixed in the time I lived there. I simply got it to work on some occasions and not on others. When I asked Jesus for help it seems like sometimes I got it and sometimes I didn’t, in my limited way of thinking. Now I am living in an apt where the toilet works just great. Perhaps that was Jesus’ answer to the problem–live somewhere else.

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THE WORD IS OUT IN MY CHURCH:(written in the summer of 2016) This evening we had a prayer service at the “new” building we are hoping and praying to purchase as ours. It was my first time there. Some of the layout and the size reminded me of Promise Land Worship Center, my recent-former church. I had mixed feelings. I felt homesickness for the church of my baptism in Jesus’ name, on one hand, and hope and excitement that this building could become our new church; that the 50-60 of us could multiply to fill this place. At one point our pastor asked those who knew what God wanted them to do to raise their hands. Mine went up. What??? Then the same for those who were not certain. Mine did not go up then. He had the uncertain people come up to the front and those of us who claimed to know what Jesus wants us to do prayed with them. I am still quite awkward about praying with people. I do not see who is where and I do not know most of these people by voice yet. I also do not seem to know what to say and it is like I mostly mutter stuff over and over. Then he had us more certain folks come to the front; however, I stayed behind because I am not able to stand very long at all right now. Pastor came back to me to ask me about my direction. I explained that Jesus had told me I am an encourager, through music, writing (including my digital evangelism blog), and helping people not give up; to rejuvenate their resolve; to give people a boost; something like that. He was all excited about this. He said we need encouragers in the world; that, in fact, we need one in our church. So hopefully he will help me find my place here in my new church. Several people prayed with me and I almost cried for being asked what my ministry is (instead of assuming I have none since I cannot physically see), and just the relief of it coming out to other people. They will be able to help me and I will be able to help them. How exciting! And it happened in our new church! (written Oct., 2017:Although I am at times feeling discouraged, yet I continue to be an encourager to others. When they express sadness, I try to cheer them up. When they do not seem to have an answer to a problem, I remind them that Jesus does and that He will let them know in His time. When people regard me as incapable, I try to encourage them to regard me more highly, and that this is their opportunity to learn something new and to rethink blindness or plus-sizedness. Sometimes I will send them an uplifting song to hear. Sometimes I send them a special email. Sometimes I refer to them a Bible verse. I ask Jesus, of course, what he wants me to do. I may not always remember to do the asking, however, whenever I do, I know He is pleased–and so am I.

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(written June, 2016)It appears that I have taken an unplanned hiatus from this blog. I am guilty of letting some worldly things get in the way. Examples include:the business of WordPress and my still working on figuring it out; quite suddenly retiring from my employment as a phone operator; my rather sudden decision to move from California to Oregon; my left leg being involved in numerous infections and remaining unhealed since June with ER trips and hospitalizations related to that; the discovery that I had cardiac a-flutter, which is not the same as a-fib and surgery to correct this problem; much tiredness and the need to sleep more since the surgery (I got very, very little sleep for a long time while my heart was beating too fast and to hard); the birth of my grandson and visiting him and his parents; switching to a new church which I love; choosing to live in a retirement center where neither my bad credit nor my having three cats kept me out; (Jesus orchestrated this I am certain); my attendance at what we called Camp meeting in California, which is Family Conference here; etc. I am sorry if these items seem like excuses; they were not intended to be so. I intend to get back to our digital evangelism as soon as possible and with a new, more accessible program with the help of a company in the UK. I just wanted you to know I have not fallen off of the face of the earth nor gone to heaven yet. I almost did a couple weeks ago. I woke up in the middle of the night shaking and shivering uncontrolably. I had no idea what set that off. When my home health nurse visited me to rewrap my leg, she didn’t like the looks of it. My leg was quite hot, it was bright red up to below my knee, and the wounds were very angry. She suggested that I see my doctor who was out of town, so she then suggested urgent care. At urgent care, it was discovered that I had a fever and my pulse was 144. They wanted to have me admitted to the hospital immediately. I asked if I could go home to get some of my things and I was told “You don’t have time.” I had cellulitis that was possibly going toward sepsis. If it spread to the rest of my body it was time for me to go to Heaven. I was in intensive care for two days and on the heart unit for three days. With the help of Jesus and the skilled medical staff, I was almost okay. The wounds were still there, but no longer infected. Yikes! that was a close call. I’ve also learned that I have stage III kidney disease, probably mostly from taking lasix to take off excess fluid and bring down the swelling in my feet and legs. Some would say “you’re a mess!” Jesus considers me to be more like a work of art. His work of art. My love for Jesus has been unwavering and my desire to help others become closer to Him is as strong as ever. Now if we can just get this physical body to cooperate, that would be great. All in good time. All in God’s time.
(written October, 2017) I took a hiatus all right. I had hoped to learn more of WP, however, this did not happen. I will post anyway and hope things come out okay. I stayed in Eugene for 8 months. I left for a number of reasons, moving back to California. I’ve been here six months and things have not worked out as hoped, so I am back to Eugene in November. I will make several posts to catch up, some of which may be repeats of older posts. In Jesus’ name amen!

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I am guilty of not being all that familiar with the Bible yet. I am reading, and, of course, listening at church, and otherwise slowly becoming more enlightened. However, I misjudged a situation with a friend partly because I was too loyal to her and partly because I did not really know what all the Bible said about her type of situation.

One thing I have learned, recently, besides my lack of knowledge of the Bible, is that having much knowledge of the Bible, and being able to quote book, chapter and verse, is not everything. This person in question really knows the Bible, yet she is absolutely not following what she knkows. She seems to be digging a deeper and deeper hole and I cannot help her much. When I try to explain she just repeats “one day at a time” or “it’ll all work out”.

One needs to both learn what God’s Word says and then act in harmony with the Word to the extent possible. My trying to emulate Jesus as much as I can, without better familiarity of what He actually said is not going to get me very far. Likewise, my friend’s quoting scripture like a pastor could, but living in a worldly manner, in opposition to God’s Word, will not work for her. It is not a good idea to eat just fruit or just veggies; we need both. We need a balance of both Bible knowledge and daily practice.

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