When Healing Hurts

This is a blog to honor my friend Kim, with whom I had an awesome chat last night. Kim is an entirely amazing person, nurse, mom, wife, COO & all around very groovy chick. We were chatting about a few ailments & she said something really insightful, “Sometimes healing hurts.”  To which I immediately replied, “blech”. But she’s right. 

Healing can hurt sometimes:  
*healing in our bodies causes us to use muscles & functions that have been broken
*healing in our emotions can require us to correct & untwist dysfunctional mindsets & behaviors
*healing in our hearts causes us to walk in uncomfortable dependence on the Lover of our hearts
Let the healing process move forward with wholehearted engagement :)
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cheater lessons

Here’s the honest truth: without hair dye, I’m easily 60% grey.  To keep the grey at bay, I need to get my hair dyed at least every 6weeks or I start to look like a skunk with my roots growing out.  So my recent problem is that I haven’t been able to see my superhero hair stylist.  As such, I tried to buy some time with a box of cheater dye from Walmart, which apparently had expired because my hair is now various shades of purple, red, brown and even some pink, depending on your angle of observation.  All of these shades can be humorous to the observer, but not as funny to me :(

So here are my cheater lesson take aways:

  • there’s no substitute for professional help – this includes letting the Holy Spirit be our Professional Help :)
  • it’s healthy to admit mistakes and laugh at one’s self – valuable lessons in humility
  • I’m far more sympathetic with other’s mistakes when I can’t disguise or hide my own shortcomings & failures :)
  • cheating & shortcuts most often become expensive long cuts, so to speak :)

hot topic: ovaries and lynching

This morning, I read about Angelina Jolie’s medical update related to her ovaries and cancer.  Given the history of cancer in her family, she seems to have made a well-informed decision.  Kudos that she lives in a country with such sophisticated technology, medical facilities and modern thinking about women all combining to give her the power to be in a position to make such a choice.

In contrast, I’ve been following a situation in Afghanistan where a woman challenged an imam about his sales of amulets and how she was subsequently attacked, beaten, stamped on, run over by a car, killed and her body burned.  There has been a large outcry in Afghanistan against such brutality against women and we’ll see if anything substantial changes for women in this country in the future, based on last week’s atrocities.

I find it interesting, as a woman, to live in a world at this time, with such extreme contrasts:  a woman freely discussing what might be considered private body parts and a woman being treated worse than an animal for standing up for her convictions.  Women have always played an interesting role throughout history and in the Bible, but no one has ever treated women with more dignity, grace and poise than Jesus.  Check out my Jesus’ Chicks book for some really cool insights and opportunities to know Jesus more intimately :)

Getting Cozy with Help

  

 

 I don’t like asking for help, not at all. I’m very independent & entirely appreciate doing things in my own, full stop. So, if you’re like me, or know someone that specializes in being independent, this blog might be enlightening, maybe.

Last week, I had surgery on my shoulder to repair some damage from a stupid snowboarding accident. Since the surgery, I’m confronted with some choices: 
*I can ask my daughter to help me or I can be clothing impaired, at best ,) 
*I can ask for help with cooking or we can all eat microwave popcorn, kind of
*I can get some help with the pain or be cranky & unsocial
* I can get used to asking for help or just grit my teeth for a season & hope that no one obliterated in the meantime
All this to say that Jesus called the Holy Spirit our Helper. So for me, when I’m independent minded, I find myself resisting Who the Holy Spirit is in my life: the Original Help :)

Are You Waiting?

I’m better at waiting than in the past. I say this as I sit here, during a several day pause, recovering from some shoulder surgery – waiting. Waiting for my body to go through the wonderfully God-created healing process that includes waiting. So if you find yourself in a holding pattern, or waiting, here are a few tips that might be helpful:

*life has seasons of ebb & flow, activity & pause, by Divine design
*there are really good lessons & outcomes that can be found & experienced in those waiting seasons
*relationships often grow deeper in the waiting seasons for the simple reason of being present – there’s good value in being present, especially with God!
*waiting immunizes us from the hurry up society & culture that can unknowingly affect our values & priorities 
*waiting with grace & poise takes practice – be patient with yourself as you grow & mature
*waiting shouldn’t be used to justify lazy – these are entirely different topics

Metaphors & Vicodin

  Yesterday I had some work done on my shoulder to repair damage from a snowboarding accident & today I’m trying out the power of Vicodin. I’m not really a pain pill person & I could probably count on one hand how many Advil I take in any given year, so needless to say, this stuff is a brave new world. Combined with the Vicodin adventure, I just read a blog that seemed to be a little overdosed with metaphors (note to self: I’m very guilty of overdosing my blogs with metaphors). 

Pain seems to make metaphors evaporate or  possibly turn into frightening fantasies if drugs are involved. With all that being said, I’m super grateful that Jesus came in the flesh to more than medicate the pain of humanity. Jesus came to:
*carry our grief
*remove our pain
*forgive our shortcomings
*replace our weaknesses with His strength
*give us another Helper
*raise us from dead living to eternal life
*heal our brokenness 
*cure the human condition 
And so much more – way better than Vicodin & metaphors ,)

cell phone survival

  This is my daughters cell phone. We bought it for her about 16months ago & it has survived the following calamities: being dropped down an elevator shaft, dropped in a street intersection, going through an entire cycle in the washing machine & other minor traumas. Surprisingly, it still works & she continues to happily text & talk on it even though it’s been kind of roughed up. 

Seems to me that sometimes our relationship with God gets some similar treatment. Sometimes we neglect God, accidentally drop God from our lives & put God through the wringer, so to speak. Nevertheless, God remains faithful, steady, loyal & devoted, all rich ingredients & descriptions of genuine love.  Furthermore, God is continuously communicating extravagant love to us throughout each day, even when we might feel a little roughed up from life. You are very important to & deeply loved by God :)