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Slowly to God I Turn

Something happens when words which form your thoughts and feelings are written down. They stay and don’t melt away like snow flakes or evaporate like rain, they stay.

These words I’ve written about illness, pain, situations I haven’t handled well have stayed here in my blog, to be revisited now and again. In doing so, I’ve learned a lot about myself. That I’m not the hopeful, faithful person I say I am. Instead, I’ve chosen to give negativity and the enemy my precious time and thought. I’ve not allowed the time and the room for healing of heart and understanding to take place. I closed a huge door and behind it I lived a sad, painful existence. Not noticing that the God I cried to was right there, with the answers and the love. No door holds God at bay, He’s there, but I have to realize I must look to Him instead of treading in this sea of self-pity and anger.

In the past 4 years, it seemed like I was under attack. I would mutter under my breath, “why does God want me to hurt like this?” Feeling all the losses and disappointments were some kind of punishment for not being a better person or because I’d broken some rule. But I never spoke TO God, I guess I thought telepathically He knew. I know God knows our hearts, He knows my thoughts before I think them and lately I’ve begun to turn to Him, honestly and with purpose I have begun to turn around and feel His presence in my quiet hours, and there are many quiet hours. My prayers I pray each day are filled with sincerity and aren’t prayers that are scripted with all the right words, spoken as if I was reading them from a book on Prayers Examples, as if there was such a book. Or nice quotes that have popped up on my Facebook news feed as if God is trying to reach me via Facebook, letting me know THIS is the prayer you should pray. I don’t think so.

All the situations, the disappointments with canceled appointments, mixups with doctors, nights sitting up in pain, days staring out this same window, that have manifested themselves in blog posts of negativity and complaints, that fell like rain into these posts and never evaporated. Instead they stained where they fell. They’ve stayed as a reminder of just how much I’ve not understood that God has been right there, patiently waiting for me to look to Him and to see that I have a purpose on this earth. I can choose to hate my illness and spend my days on earth in negativity or, I can understand that, just like the 40 years before I became ill I lived loving life and my Creator and lived wanting to be an example of His unconditional love. That maybe, just maybe these struggles were given me because I had the strength to carry them with Grace and most of all, with Faith. Faith that yes, I hurt and my life may seem like a daily struggle and sad, but rather it’s the life of a person who was created to be an example to others. The very title of this blog, Praise You in this Storm, had finally taken shape and sincerity.

Of course, from the looks of what I’ve written in previous posts, I am far from a person living my life with Grace and Faith. But for whatever reason, I’ve recently been in a constant dialogue with God, turning my thoughts around daily from the usual negative patterns to finally speaking to God and honestly feeling I want to enjoy this day and I’m so thankful I have it. I’ve started my days telling God, “Lord, today I seek you in all that I do and I thank you so much for this day.” It’s not some exercise in whether positive words and prayer can change the pain or take away the struggles. It’s an honest feeling I’ve gained that is more pure and true than anything I’ve felt.

These are victories, victories in gaining a purpose so much larger than being a good example to others. They are victories of finding myself again, that person who truly is thankful for all things. A person who wants others to see that although I have illnesses that have changed the person who was 20 years ago, but hasn’t changed the heart and core of the positive and helpful person I used to be. Yes, I took a lengthy detour and wasn’t a positive person. The smile that people always enjoyed seeing in me had faded but was coming back, is coming back.

life is a gift, no matter how it’s wrapped

Why has this happened? What profound event has opened my eyes to my truth of who I am and what I feel my purpose is? I can’t say, all I know is I’ve had many trials lately and I’m amazed I’m still able to smile, to laugh with people close to me. That life is a gift, no matter how it’s wrapped. That no matter how old I am, where I’m at in my life, my grandsons are watching me. I’m still an example. Not only to them, but to others who may feel as if they’ve no purpose, that maybe if they weren’t on this earth it would be better for everyone. No, it would be a huge loss, that being a person in pain isn’t a punishment, it’s not even a test, it’s a situation that no one is immune to so carry that pain with Faith. That pain proves I’m human, I’m fragile and that by my actions and words I can show others, who may be hurting, there is hope, that there will be better days, followed by tough days, and that living with pain requires strength. You have strengths. My strength I have found in the Lord.


This quote I’ve taken from a fellow blogger named Savannah. Her words on Faith and chronic Illness have taught me so much about positivity lately:

So today I set out with purpose, an unconscious knowledge that life is to be lived, and living to me means a positive journey given me by my Creator to either enjoy and learn from or to waste away the beautiful blessings that surround me. It is doable even as I struggle on days I can’t get out of bed or my brain just can’t get it together. That these are snippets of pain that can make or break me. Because when I come out of the fog of unrelenting pain, a blessing has always been waiting to hug and hold me and to make me smile.

I waited to write this, thinking I just had a good day or a fairly lighter stage of pain week. Of course I’m going to be all butterflies and blue birds singing. I’m not bent over the toilet throwing up. Of course I’ll be full of optimism so let’s hurry up and write this down and share it. But I know better than to write blog posts when I’m in an emotional high or low. I write in draft and wait days before deciding whether to publish it. However this realization has come on little by little and has stayed. I’ve been growing in the knowledge that I, Susie, am a Child of God, loved and cherished. It doesn’t matter if a doctor or a receptionist is rude, my goodness they see many people day in and day out in some form of suffering and it’s their job to fix them. What matters is I’m not defined by my illness so why do I allow it to ruin each day so easily that I stress at how people I don’t know react towards me. They don’t dislike me and want me ill, they don’t know me. Maybe they, themselves, have struggles I could only imagine. I walked into a recent appointment laughing, and left feeling as though I was a nobody, hurt, sad, quietly sitting in the passenger seat feeling no hope. Now that’s how strongly the enemy can turn a situation around so you begin to doubt your Loving God. Making a small situation into a negative reasoning that no one cares, not even God, and I might as well just give up. Oh not today, that is the time to fight the enemy and prove to yourself (that is who matters here) that what I read in my Bible is the word of God, and He will never leave nor forsake me. That is my truth and therefore I must turn it around. And so the journey begins again of faith by grace. By the way, laughter has the natural ability to release pain relieving endorphins. When I laugh, my soul is lifted. When I pray, my soul soars. I know tough days are ahead but knowing they are and dreading it to the point of paralyzing sadness or knowing they are and that I am created to be strong, that the troubles will pass, just pray, is what has changed me. I’m human, I will stumble and fall. But, I will get back up with the help of my Creator and all the people who love me and I love them. This blog post I will read again I’m sure, and hopefully it will remind me of my strength and how God is my Strength.

So worth it and God thank You for your patience and your guidance. You truly are the God of all Comfort.

Let’s Be Honest….Rowing My Boat

This summarizes being ill.... Just Keep Rowing Your Boat!
This summarizes being ill….
Just Keep Rowing Your Boat!

I haven’t “blogged” for awhile. I haven’t felt like it.  Not inspired to share anything with anyone even though I’m the only person who probably reads this blog. I guess I didn’t want to share anything with myself it sounds like…. “SHARE” a funny word to use. You “share” your pizza, you “share” your crayons. I decided to look the definition up in the Internet dictionary.  WOW! There’s the noun definition, the verb (used with object) definition, the verb (used without object) definition, the adverb definition and the Idioms. None of which fit “sharing bad news or how bad you feel.”

I use this blog to write my feelings that need to come out in an honest way and if someone who searches the tags I use, might find it, maybe they’ll see that they are not alone in feeling miserable. Even though they Love the Lord as I do, have unshakable Faith (wait, I guess mine is NOT unshakable?) they know He walks their journey with them, but they have many hours of feeling alone, afraid, or angry. That doesn’t mean they have lost their Faith, it just means they are HUMAN. When I write, I ramble. When I talk, I ramble.  I jump all over the place, I wish I didn’t, but I do. I probably break every rule I was taught in English Comp. I KNOW I’m breaking every common core rule. But I don’t really care, WordPress has allowed us to have free blogs and dang it, I’m going to BLOG!

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Bitter Pills

imageThe Hits or “Pills” as I call them, keep coming. I again take from Kara’s blog, a kindred spirit. What she’s blogged is what I feel but have been unable to put into words.

But here goes….
These big pills life keeps throwing have been tough to swallow. They are nasty, big, painful and they are refusing to go down. To those that know me and have cared, thank you for hearing my heavy heart. Thank you for loving me in the midst of my fear and despair. I’m tired of me. Thank you for hanging in here with me. I love you and every prayer you pray for me. To my friends and family, forgive me for avoiding you. My pain is great both inside and out, and I’m fighting out of this hole. Please know you are much loved. Your acts of kindness may seem small to you but are huge to me. I so appreciate that when you seek me out, it is to share a smile and not ask of me anything. You don’t point out the mountains that stand in my way, reminding me I have to eventually climb them, you don’t ask questions. Because you know me well enough to see it on my face, or by my actions, that I’m not well and that I’m fighting. You understand that I do not want to talk about my illness. I don’t want to be reminded I feel horrible. I know I’m missing out on important friendships and relationships but I’m sick and trying to act anything other than that is too hard for me now.

I’m Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz standing with my little dog Sophie in the long hallway, and the wizard is behind the curtain, I finally get a moment of his precious time, he will see me now. When I pull the curtain back there sits a man with a white lab coat and a name written on it.

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Once in a blue moon

Blue Moon, July 31, 2015
Blue Moon, July 31, 2015

NOW I get it. I’ve used it many times, “once in a blue moon.” It doesn’t happen very often, and as I said, “as sure as the sun goes down and this moon comes up, I’ll be fighting.” Little did I know this event would fit my situation so well. That when you are living a life with obstacles around every corner, it’s easy to just be a negative person with no joy to be found OR be the most positive inspiration ever, smiling through your pain and telling others who suffer that they too can smile, be positive and BEAT THIS DISEASE!

I live my life in reality. If I feel crummy, I go seek out those things that have brought me joy; music, nature, the mountains, the sky, humor. So a support group for me isn’t an option, I don’t want to sit and compare my aches, my chances, or compare symptoms. I want to smile, laugh, sleep if I want. Because Lupus isn’t WHO I am, it’s an illness I have, and it doesn’t define me. That’s the positive message I want to share. That I’ll not always have the answers to my own personal struggles that come and go with lupus, but once in a blue moon it will hit me, “yes, sure today was crummy, tomorrow may be worse? So it’s time to go seek those things that brought me joy at one time. Keep fighting it. Laughter, smiling, beauty we see with the eye or hear with the ear release endorphins that no drug I’ve been prescribed yet can match for changing my crummy attitude.”

imageI was lupus tired yesterday. I figured there would be no viewing of a blue moon last night. But I set my tripod up anyway and when it showed up, well that was it! I was no longer tired, and I started snapping pictures. For an hour I forgot about struggles, aches and pains, and enjoyed a once in a blue moon moment! So, if you’re having a tough day getting through the maze of pain, illness, fear, and stumbled upon this blog, this is how I “deal” with the negative, by seeking out the positive. Doesn’t always work, but sometimes it does. I’m my own support because I know myself best.  There is beauty everywhere in this hateful world.

As sure as the sun goes down and this moon comes up, I’ll be fighting

Taken in July 2015. Made me feel good to just stare and taken it all in...
Taken in July 2015. Made me feel good to just stare and taken it all in…

I can do this.  I can. And once I’ve done it, I will help someone else hear those words and BELIEVE them.  If you can, reach out and offer your hand or your positive wisdom to someone having a crummy day.  Not for a “Nicesest Person” award for the week, but because you looked in their eyes and saw the pain you’re so familiar with.

Something I’ve realized lately as well.  When you are sick with an illness, such as MS, Cancer, CF, or my little companion, Systemic Lupus (SLE) and are in pain and dealing with all that illness brings daily…..you don’t have the energy or the “give a rip” to even give those who speak about you and your illness a second thought.  You don’t care to address the “but you don’t look sick” comments. It doesn’t matter what others think, you are just too busy hanging on.

….and I will try to fix you

Hope
Hope

“I am the Lord who heals you.” Exodus 15:26

My favorite song by Coldplay is “I will try to fix you”

“….when the tears come streaming down your face. And you’ve lost something you can’t replace….could it be worse? Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and I will try to fix you”

If Lupus SLE wasn’t enough, brewing inside me for at least ten years (the year of my first acute pancreatitis attack) has been my sickly pancreas. They’ve labeled it “acute pancreatitis” but that’s about it. No plan, no advice.
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INSPIRATION FRUSTRATION

Taking advice from Ben Huberman at The Daily Post I decided to start rhyming.

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INSPIRATION FRUSTRATION

Inspiration all around
Turn on the smile, forget the frown.
But like every day there’s only pain,
Do I have to inspire or I won’t gain?

Gain the understanding, I need a hug.
Gain respect of this elite club.
Where pain & malaise is your daily routine,
And being inspiring makes you the queen.

It’s OK to have a Bad Day
Do I dare share that here,
or just hold it near, keep it
Together, full of good cheer.

I’m tired of smiling
Through my pain.
I’m tired of happy quotes
Because, today’s a bad day
Lupus Sucks, that’s my quote.

For once I’d like to say
this lupus sucks.
For once I’d leave out the “aww shucks!
It’s ok, I’m fine, I can beat this
In time!
I’m fine, give me time, it’s just a bout of bad luck”

So I write my feelings in
Draft form.
Of wrenching in pain, that’s my norm.
This day is BAD, no smile you’ll see.
Along with no hope, no happy, no end will there be?

Of suffering with an illness that has no cure.
That’s not inspiring, that’s for sure.

I don’t hit Publish
Only Save will I choose.
And keep it private to look at when days are unsure.
To remind me I don’t have to
always be strong,
and crying from frustration is not wrong.

Then wait for the next day I can smile and inspire.
Hit publish, look at me!
I got this! I’m a warrior, no frown will you see.

But the truth of this matter
My experience will tell me
A smile sends endorphins
that help me to be
A far better version of the person that’s me.

I have to admit, my first try at rhyming sounds a lot like Cat in the Hat. Maybe it’s because I read to my grandkids so much?