No, Jesus did not heal everybody when He walked this earth.
I was reminded of this fact today. He raised the dead, made the lame to walk, caused the blind to see, and healed many in just the little corner of earth that the country of Israel occupies. He didn’t travel to another continent or even another country outside of the Middle East.
His miracles were extraordinary to those who witnessed them. However, soul-healing was THE mission our Father in Heaven gave JESUS.
“He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities…and by His stripes we are healed.” Isaiah 53
A broken body can know peace and inner healing from all of sin’s scars.
Equally loved and equally forgiven are those may seem like the weakest members of Christ’s body.
I need to remember this when the chronic illness journey gets impossibly long. This person matters as much as any “whole” person in God’s kingdom.
Don’t you love to see a good movie trailer? Reading of Jesus’s earthly ministry makes us long for the “whole movie”. There’s coming a day when all the brokenness of God’s children will be fully and completely healed.
Tears will be wiped away. He will make all things new.
Meanwhile, caregivers are to be Christ’s hands and feet of mercy and compassion.
We can’t heal bodies or minds. But we can point to Jesus, the soul-healer. These long, pain-filled days are temporary. Healed souls live, truly live, forever.
God give us soul-nurturing words, courage, and a heart full to the brim with Jesus’s love to face this week.
Serving Jesus even in the shadows is a life well-spent. I needed to be reminded of this today. God sees all. He knows.
Are you living in the shadows, too?
Keep turning your face to the Light of life.
“The Sun of righteousness shall come with healing in His wings.” Malachi 4:2
Now may the God of perseverance and encouragement grant you to live in harmony with one another in accordance with Christ Jesus,
This should be the theme verse for my blog.
Perseverance and encouragement.
That’s the bottom line for surviving and even thriving with chronic illness in the house.
The road seems long. The path is full of hairpin curves. You feel like you’re driving on a mountain road on a rainy, foggy night. (Did that one night. It was as bad as the ice storm I drove through once. White-knuckles all the way!)
No one, not even the doctors, has all the answers. In our case, they seem to find more questions than answers. How can so many things be wrong with one body!?
Only the God, whose hands made and fashioned you (Ps. 139), can know the depths of uncertainty and fear as you face each new challenge.
Fear. It has to be cast at His feet. It will cripple your soul. So many times God tells us, do not be afraid.
Fighting that battle right there with you, sisters. I’ve cried some downright ugly tears this year.
When you’re so broken you have NO idea what to do next, you make a choice. I’ve pulled out Romans 8:28, the Psalms, yes, ALL of God’s Word, and said, okay. I believe.
What next, God?
The surrender of trust fills your heart with faith and encouragement. Faith to find the mercies in each new day, faith to persevere and say, yes, God is good. Satan is bad. Don’t get the two mixed up.
In the end, Love wins. Eternal, persistent love of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit for His adopted children will not fail. HIS kingdom come, His will be done.
Along the way, let’s find that harmony and hope with each other. Let’s persist in love and encouragement.
I’m planning to keep blogging here for that one reason. One ray of light, one encouraging word, one candle for Jesus — that’s all I can do. Shalom in Jesus, sisters, for 2017! So drop me a line now and then. What bugs you? How can I encourage you?
Acknowledgement of Thomas Kincaide’s painting. I took a pic of a portion of a print I own that was painted by him.
Uncharted territory. Many waters. Enemies too strong for me.
Psalm 18 is the inside scoop. David was anointed by God to be the next king of Israel. His life at this point in time looked anything but kingly.
He looked more like Robin Hood and his band of merry men, hiding out from the current administration and foraging for food. Of course, they did a little fighting on the side to keep the enemies of God’s people at bay. His was a story of close calls and narrow escapes.
You can hear the inner anguish and exhaustion in his voice in verses 4-6,
” The pangs of death surrounded me,
And the floods of ungodliness made me afraid.
The sorrows of Sheol surrounded me;
The snares of death confronted me.
In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried out to my God;
He heard my voice from His temple, And my cry came before Him, even to His ears…”
Strong, mighty David, distressed and afraid!?!
What blesses me was that he went humbly to his knees.
Prayers of God’s children do not go unheard. Listen to the beautiful promises of verses 25-27:
“With the merciful You will show yourself merciful;
With a blameless man You will show yourself blameless;
With the pure You will show Yourself pure;
And with the devious you will show Yourself shrewd.
For you will save the humble people,
But will bring down haughty looks.”
On my hands and knees this week in that War Room, I knew this.
I am not perfectly merciful, perfectly blameless, perfectly pure. How can my cries be heard?
But, oh, I’m humbly on my knees asking to be so. To be like the sinless Son of God…And I won’t quit praying! I want David’s triumph. See verses 28-36.
“For You will light my lamp; the LORD my God will enlighten my darkness.
For by You I can run against a troop, By my God I can leap over a wall.
As for God His way is perfect;
The Word of the Lord is proven;
He is a shield to all who trust in Him.
For who is God, except the LORD? And who is a rock, except our God?
It is God who arms me with strength, and makes my way perfect.
He makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
And sets me on my high places.
He teaches my hands to make war,
So that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
You also have given me the shield of Your salvation;
Your right hand has held me up,
Your gentleness has made me great.
You enlarged my path under me so that my feet did not slip.”
This broken life can be made perfect, because His way is perfect.
In the suffering, His glory will yet shine through.
My story, your story is not finished yet.
But it takes the Mighty God to come and give us that “happily ever after” ending that we all long for.
My hubby had a splitting migraine for most of the week.
He got out of the house a couple of times but for only a short jaunt. Yesterday he took all of the pain meds he could so that he could walk a few doors down the block to hear some live music.
Twice in a thirty minute time he was told how good he looked by two friends that have some small awareness of his health issues.
I really think they meant it kindly. I do. But some don’t.
They say it in a tone of disbelief. You can almost hear the thoughts tumbling around in their heads. Sometimes small remarks tumble out of their mouths, too.
Oh, you must be pulling my leg about your health issues. You’re not so bad off. Why aren’t you working, again?
My sis in love got some similar remarks and responses. (No one really expects a stage four cancer victim to hold down a job. That’s a relief!) She was such a fighter and an upbeat person. She made a huge effort to leave the house looking good.
In fact, for most of the four years she fought stage four cancer, you would have to be around her for awhile to catch on. The joy of the LORD truly was her strength.
Being on her care team gave me an inside glance of the true nature of living with cancer in your bones. At home you tend to let your hair down, so to speak.
I saw her sit and groan softly many times through unbearable pain. Gratefully accepting a cup of tea she could barely stomach, though she wanted it so badly. Many barely touched plates of food…
For many years I have regularly seen my hubby struggle to make it out of bed for a few hours at a time. He consistently naps every day after laying in bed until late in the morning. His bones hurt every day, too.
He can look good and still struggle with a boatload of pain.
Looks can be deceiving in so many ways. Tell folks how you feel, and you’re a whiner. Put on your game face, and you’re not as ill as you’re reported to be.
It’s an odd conundrum that many chronically ill people face and their spouses, too.
Understandably, you feel on the defensive at some of the pointed or careless remarks that get shot your way. I know I do.
I sat and listened as my sis almost cried about several folks asking her when she was due. And, are you excited about the baby?
In fact, she had already lost her ovaries to cancer. Her liver was so swollen she looked like she was starting her second trimester. But she loved her two babies like there was no tomorrow.
How do you deal with these unwitting arrows that people shoot at you?
“HE is my defense. I shall not be moved.”
I have listened to Marty Goetz’ CD, “HE Is My Defense” dozens of times in the past few months. The Scripture set to music heals the wounds. Jesus is the “horn of my salvation”. That horn can either call for help or push its point in my defense.
I need a Defender! I need a Refuge. I need the solid Rock to stand on.
Truth. I, too, have inflicted needless wounds with my tongue. If we live long enough, we all fall short in this area. Greatest. News. Ever. His wounds have paid my ransom.
Forgiveness. I need to extend grace and forgiveness to those who act like we have leprosy because of the chronic illness in our family. Or those who carelessly speak. Why? His Word is ultra clear. If I don’t forgive, it is clear I have not been forgiven. Those who forgive the most love the most like Jesus.
Understand that some folks will never “get” chronic illness. Forgive. Rest in His defending love. What are some ways you respond? How does invisible illness challenge your family?
Picture me on my hands and knees scrubbing toilets. Confession — I’ve scrubbed more than a dozen this week!
Yes, this is part of how I make my living, scrubbing other’s toilets. I have a dream to make the written word my living one of these days. To part ways with the survival mode I’ve been in for so long.
Yet Jesus himself took up a scrub rag and a basin of water. He washed the dirty, dusty feet of his disciples — all twelve of them. No one else had signed up for the job. Such humility He calls all his true disciples to live out.
Somehow this toilet scrubbing is also making a path through grief for me. I can help my brother keep a sense of normal tidiness. His wife loved a clean house, even with two littles constantly creating messes. Doing this one small thing brings her nearer to me. (I can just hear her saying tongue-in-cheek, Wow! I’m so flattered that my toilets remind you of ME! I know, sis. My bad.)
If you’re a fan of Elisabeth Elliot (wife of martyred Jim Elliott, missionary), then you know she buried three husbands. She was well acquainted with grief.
“Do the next thing.” This was her motto. Meeting the routine needs helps you survive life on the ash heap of grief. Surely Job and his friends at least ate together.
The meals my friends have brought to me have made life bearable this week. My brother’s church, family, and friends are feeding him. In turn, we are able to put one foot in front of the other and keep moving with life.
Grief is a regular part of caregiving. My husband mourns the loss of function. I miss the adventurous person I married, now barely able to leave the house unless well-fortified with extra pain meds. A routine list of the “next things” to do helps us cut through the fog of pain. When we have had help with the challenging tasks, the encouragement is tangible.
Food, a small list of tasks to accomplish, the company of friends, and help checking off the list — these are a few ways to truly encourage your chronically ill friend.
Like Jesus taught, the dirty feet always need washing, but it takes eyes of humility to see and meet those needs. Dear caregiving sister, I pray you will have help on your journey today.
At least we got to say goodbye. The final goodbye some do not get. So hard. So sweet in the sense of, I’ll see you again, dear lover of Jesus….Dear sister-in-love, loving wife to my brother, joyful momma to my niece and nephew.
Like Job now, we sit in our dust heaps and seek healing for our wounds. So very small and such broken people we are! And, once again, nothing has changed since Job’s millennia. A few offer real comfort.
Others pass by or avoid our ash heap and say nothing. A common problem faced by those with chronic illness — lonely on their ash heaps, or worse, fending off word-arrows of accusations. Who really wants to visit the cancer wards? Or the sickbed?
The words leap off the pages of Job like they were written only yesterday.
“He alone has spread out the heavens and marches on the waves of the sea. HE made all the stars — the Bear and Orion, the Pleiades and the constellations of the southern sky. He does great things too marvelous to understand. He performs countless miracles…if He snatches someone in death, who can stop Him? Who dares to ask, What are you doing?” Job 9:8-10, 12
When you know someone you love is dying, the whole world comes alive in vibrant technicolor. You can almost taste the moments.
The sunset on July 26 was beyond amazing here. I could see the edges of His majesty, and almost peer through the clouds to ask, Please don’t let her suffer anymore. Please take her home. She cannot even communicate to us anymore if she needs more pain meds.
Some days your chronically ill friend or spouse may say these words. Please just take me home, God. Life hangs by threads of pain. And we dare to ask, What are you doing?
Such a question God never answers. He speaks to Job on his ash heap. He tells him to look up. To look around. To recall the day of creation.
Some answers are so vast that our finite minds cannot hold the infinite realities.
Like a pebble tossed into a vast, still lake, my sister’s life touched hundreds of people with the ripples of her life, breast cancer journey, and faithful death trusting His plan. Your life matters! Who knows how your story may inspire and encourage another?
We cannot possibly understand how our light ( but very painful and terrible in the moment) afflictions are working an eternal weight of glory, only for those who are lovers of Jesus, God’s only beloved Son. Fellow ash-heap sitters, sit, mourn, and share my comfort. Look at that sky and wonder!
Now, more than ever, I am looking forward to the Day when time is no longer. One day is with the LORD as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.
My sis-in-love battled stage 4 breast cancer for over four years with faith, hope, and love. Her presence in this life was a joy to all who knew her. People streamed into Hopkins at an exhausting pace to see her one more time during her last five days of life. At 33 she leaves behind her husband and two children aged 7 and under.
I’ ve been a double caregiver for these years. It is truly more blessed to give than to receive. I will share more later, but I wanted to let you know, dear sisters, that you are not forgotten. More enCOURAGEment to come. Please pray for our hearts to learn wisdom from our sorrow. To be more like Jesus — that is what Jess would want for those she left behind.