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I believe with all my soul that we are spirit beings within an earthly shell. That we are made in the imago dei … the very image of God. It is His desire that all come to a saving knowledge of Him.
Lucifer, otherwise known as the devil or satan, hates God because God kicked him out of heaven when Lucifer decided he should be as great as God, and in his hatred of God, it is Lucifer’s goal to take as many humans away from God as He can.
The devil hates us. He hates humanity because God loves us; we were created for God’s pleasure because He wanted to have communion with us – not with the angels. We are different from the angels because we are made in God’s image to be His companions. The devil is in an all-out, hate-spurred war against God. The sin, pain, sorrow, war, and hate humans experience are all by his design. We live on the battleground of a supernatural, hate-filled, one-sided war against Heaven.
Jesus, God’s son, who the Bible says was with God in the beginning, came from being at God’s side to earth to be a sacrifice that would cover the sins of those who choose God’s ways over the devil’s lies to save us from the devil’s wicked schemes. His actions at the cross, in the grave, and in His resurrection provided a way to the Father apart from the devil’s schemes.
The idea is that humans should look to Jesus for salvation, not the ways of the devil because the devil’s path leads to hell. Jesus, the believer’s advocate, takes us to the Father. According to Scripture, He is the only way to the Father.
The crux of life is this … we are spirit beings in an earthly shell created by God. Life is fleeting, part of a grander play … the battle for humanity that the devil wages against God.
The devil knows he will lose, but he will take as many with him as possible to hell, away from God.
And God … He is not a puppet master. He wants us to choose Him out of love, surrender, and wisdom. To choose Him over the devil’s schemes. That is great love, sacrificial love, to allow the people He created to have their own choice. He wants us to want to be with Him.
My husband, Patrick, always says, “Never by force.” I know where he gets that.
This is what I believe.
The headline “October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month, highlighting that Oklahoma leads the U.S. in rates of intimate partner violence, with comprehensive support hotlines available 24/7 for those in need,” caught my attention this morning. The article contains startling statistics that, unfortunately, I know are true. To see the information in black and white drives home (reminds me) the importance of not being silent on the issue of domestic violence because, according to the article included below, one out of four women and one out of nine men experience domestic violence. Here in Oklahoma, that number, according to the article, is even higher, with 49.1% of women in Oklahoma experiencing some variant of domestic violence in their lifetimes – and men in Oklahoma experience domestic violence at a rate of 40.7%. This is unacceptable! Talk about an epidemic of drastic effects that should be on the lips of every politician and religious leader! THIS should be talked about everywhere – it should be called out, addressed, and changed.
Here is the article I encountered …
TULSA, OKLA (KTUL) — Domestic violence affects 49.1 percent of Oklahoma women and 40.7 percent of Oklahoma men, according to the World Population Review. Those statistics place the state of Oklahoma at number one for the highest rates of intimate partner violence in the United States. According to the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence, about 20 people per minute are physically abused by an intimate partner. Nationally, approximately one in four women and one in nine men experience severe intimate partner physical violence, sexual violence, and stalking. October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. Oklahoma has a state-wide, 24-hour hotline available to those affected by domestic violence. Call 800-522-7233 to get connected with resources. Additionally, the Domestic Violence Intervention Services (DVIS) in Tulsa has a 24-hour information and crisis line at 918-743-5763. (What is Domestic Violence? KTUL Article).
I came across this article while checking my email, and now, I’m writing this post about Domestic Violence while my students are in the throes of peer review, and I’m looking around the room with this new, shocking insight regarding our home state. The Oklahoma statistics mean that in this room where I have 7 female students right now, three of them, perhaps even four, are or have been victims of domestic violence. The addition of myself to the number makes 8 females, and that means on the national average, 2 of us are or have been victims …
At one point in my life, the words, “You don’t know what abuse is,” were said to me to excuse abusive behavior away as somehow acceptable. I was to believe that because I “didn’t have it as bad as some women did,” I should be grateful for the treatment I received – and that I deserved. It wasn’t until I found myself suicidal, alcoholic, and completely broken and wild that I found out the depth of the damage done to my psyche. Two stints in psych wards on suicide watch and intensive meetings with psychiatrists, therapists, and then AA started me on a path to self-discovery and towards fighting to live my life on my own terms. I learned that my experiences had indeed made me a victim of domestic abuse/domestic violence regardless of what I’d been told to believe while in that chaos, and I learned what domestic abuse and domestic violence entail.
According to the UN, the United Nations – a global resource of information and government, “Domestic abuse, also called “domestic violence” or “intimate partner violence,” can be defined as a pattern of behavior in any relationship that is used to gain or maintain power and control over an intimate partner. Abuse is physical, sexual, emotional, economic, or psychological actions or threats of actions that influence another person. This includes any behaviors that frighten, intimidate, terrorize, manipulate, hurt, humiliate, blame, injure, or wound someone. Domestic abuse can happen to anyone of any race, age, sexual orientation, religion, or gender. It can occur within a range of relationships, including couples who are married, living together, or dating. Domestic violence affects people of all socioeconomic backgrounds and education levels” (What is Domestic Abuse? UN).
Domestic Violence is much more than getting punched in the face and/or beaten up physically – though these are both wretched and evil. Don’t fall for the line, “You don’t know what abuse is,” like you should be grateful for the degradation, the suffocation, the humiliation, the fear-invoking, the threats of violence, the hidden bruises no one can see – both internal and external. As the definition above states, abuse is “used to gain or maintain power and control over an intimate partner.” It also states, and I want to emphasize, that “this includes any behaviors that frighten, intimidate, terrorize, manipulate, hurt, humiliate, blame, injure, or wound someone.”
These numbers are shocking. Oklahoma leading the list of the amount of abuse is something I am NOT okay with.
To those of you who are perpetrating domestic abuse/violence on another human being … stop. Karma is a bitch, and she’ll come for you.
To those of you who are on the national scale, one of the one in four women and one in nine men, there is life AFTER escape from domestic abuse and violence. There is help. I know it is terrifying. I know it is debilitating. I’ve been in your shoes. Please do not stay in that chaos. Your life is valuable. You are worthy. You do matter. You are much more than a punching bag for fists or words. Please hear me!
To politicians, especially here in Oklahoma, do you see these statistics? Do you let them sink into your mind and shock you? These numbers mean “we” are sick, sick people without self-control who are in desperate need of help – those who are perpetrators and those who are victims. There are men and women among us who sickly believe it is their right to abuse, neglect, and degrade another human soul. This cannot be allowed to continue!
Much like alcoholism and what I wrote regarding it in an earlier post, I realize the only solution to this epidemic of violence and degradation is a spiritual one. Only through deeply learning the Golden Rule and that God loves each person will any rationale and humane treatment of other people, no matter who they are, become the norm. It seems like I’m a mouse fighting a giant, but I will use my little squeaky voice to shout written words!
49.1% of women and 40.7% of men being the victims of domestic violence is NOT acceptable. This MUST be addressed. It must be changed, Oklahoma! Read. Study. Ask what you can do. If each of us who is bothered by this says something … see something, say something … if each of us does this, then a dent can be made in these horrifying numbers! Be willing to listen, to help, to point to help for those who harm and for those who are harmed … even those who harm have been harmed. Truly.
Where do we begin? In the heart. It’s a heart matter. It’s a spiritual matter. We have gone so very wrong somewhere along this path … humanity paving its own destruction because it is unwilling to turn to a loving God.
This all breaks my heart.
Within a half hour of wrapping up this piece of writing yesterday, as class wound down and my students gathered their things to leave the classroom, a young woman who was supposed to have been in that class but missed entered the room. She was in tears. Long story short, she is the victim of domestic violence. She’d found herself hospitalized and then in the psyche ward because she was suicidal. She believed she was crazy. He made her believe she was at fault for everything wrong in their relationship, and she was broken. Because I am a mandatory reporter, I advised her that talking to me meant I had to report our conversation, and she understood. I know it scared her, but I assured her that we, that I, am here to help. I made her promise me that she would not cause harm to herself but that she would reach out if she needed to – and I pointed her to assistance beyond what I could offer in a brief conversation.
I left enraged and emboldened. I will continue to share these statistics, talk about these things in my classrooms, and point people toward help—no matter if they are the perpetrator or the victim. We have to do better! One out of two women in Oklahoma is unacceptable. One out of four women in the United States of America is also unacceptable. This has to be talked about, shared, and not swept under the rug and allowed to go on.
Treat others the way you want to be treated. It’s not a difficult concept, but for some reason (could it be because the Devil hates God and wants us all destroyed), people are incapable of treating others the way they want to be treated. Humans are selfish, revengeful creatures and believe it is a right to exact revenge, to come out on top, to belittle and hurt and destroy … this is not from good. This is from the opposite of good, which does exist. These behaviors are evil.
I asked Google, “How does the Bible say we should treat each other?” My search took me to www.openbible.info and the following verses: “How to Treat Others.”
Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.
And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them.
Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, by whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.
“This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you.
“So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets.
If anyone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen. And this commandment we have from him: whoever loves God must also love his brother.
Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor.
Do not rejoice when your enemy falls, and let not your heart be glad when he stumbles,
We who are strong have an obligation to bear with the failings of the weak, and not to please ourselves. Let each of us please his neighbor for his good, to build him up.
Finally, all of you, have unity of mind, sympathy, brotherly love, a tender heart, and a humble mind. Do not repay evil for evil or reviling for reviling, but on the contrary, bless, for to this you were called, that you may obtain a blessing. For “Whoever desires to love life and see good days, let him keep his tongue from evil and his lips from speaking deceit; let him turn away from evil and do good; let him seek peace and pursue it. For the eyes of the Lord are on the righteous, and his ears are open to their prayer. But the face of the Lord is against those who do evil.”
Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.
Honor everyone. Love the brotherhood. Fear God. Honor the emperor.
For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you, but if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.
Do not rebuke an older man but encourage him as you would a father, younger men as brothers, older women as mothers, younger women as sisters, in all purity.
Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive. And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony.
If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all.
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. …
My brothers, show no partiality as you hold the faith in our Lord Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory. For if a man wearing a gold ring and fine clothing comes into your assembly, and a poor man in shabby clothing also comes in, and if you pay attention to the one who wears the fine clothing and say, “You sit here in a good place,” while you say to the poor man, “You stand over there,” or, “Sit down at my feet,” have you not then made distinctions among yourselves and become judges with evil thoughts? Listen, my beloved brothers, has not God chosen those who are poor in the world to be rich in faith and heirs of the kingdom, which he has promised to those who love him? …
Repay no one evil for evil, but give thought to do what is honorable in the sight of all. If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all. Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” To the contrary, “if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head.” Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.
Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves.
The second is this: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.”
A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another.
For there is no distinction between Jew and Greek; for the same Lord is Lord of all, bestowing his riches on all who call on him.
Honor your father and mother, and, You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”
A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”
Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.
If anyone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen.
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Why do you see the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when there is the log in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother’s eye.
But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you,
With all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love,
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works,
For the whole law is fulfilled in one word: “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”
But love your enemies, and do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return, and your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High, for he is kind to the ungrateful and the evil. Be merciful, even as your Father is merciful.
Let all that you do be done in love.
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
Finally, all of you, have unity of mind, sympathy, brotherly love, a tender heart, and a humble mind.
You shall not take vengeance or bear a grudge against the sons of your own people, but you shall love your neighbor as yourself: I am the Lord.
Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.
“You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven. For he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust. For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have? Do not even the tax collectors do the same? And if you greet only your brothers, what more are you doing than others? Do not even the Gentiles do the same? …
Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger;
Therefore encourage one another and build one another up, just as you are doing.
Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.
We love because he first loved us.
For this is the message that you have heard from the beginning, that we should love one another.
However, let each one of you love his wife as himself, and let the wife see that she respects her husband.
Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
“But I say to you who hear, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you,
Let us not become conceited, provoking one another, envying one another.
Let every person be subject to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except from God, and those that exist have been instituted by God. Therefore whoever resists the authorities resists what God has appointed, and those who resist will incur judgment. For rulers are not a terror to good conduct, but to bad. Would you have no fear of the one who is in authority? Then do what is good, and you will receive his approval, for he is God’s servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God’s wrath on the wrongdoer. Therefore one must be in subjection, not only to avoid God’s wrath but also for the sake of conscience. …
Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.
Bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive.
Do not be deceived: “Bad company ruins good morals.”
Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice.
For you were called to freedom, brothers. Only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another.
Pay attention to yourselves! If your brother sins, rebuke him, and if he repents, forgive him, and if he sins against you seven times in the day, and turns to you seven times, saying, ‘I repent,’ you must forgive him.”
Likewise, you who are younger, be subject to the elders. Clothe yourselves, all of you, with humility toward one another, for “God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.”
Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. “Honor your father and mother” (this is the first commandment with a promise), “that it may go well with you and that you may live long in the land.”
Whoever covers an offense seeks love, but he who repeats a matter separates close friends.
Likewise, wives, be subject to your own husbands, so that even if some do not obey the word, they may be won without a word by the conduct of their wives, when they see your respectful and pure conduct. Do not let your adorning be external—the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear— but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious. For this is how the holy women who hoped in God used to adorn themselves, by submitting to their own husbands, …
Strive for peace with everyone, and for the holiness without which no one will see the Lord. See to it that no one fails to obtain the grace of God; that no “root of bitterness” springs up and causes trouble, and by it many become defiled;
“If you love me, you will keep my commandments.
And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.’
A fool gives full vent to his spirit, but a wise man quietly holds it back.
Complete my joy by being of the same mind, having the same love, being in full accord and of one mind.
A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.
A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.
A dishonest man spreads strife, and a whisperer separates close friends.
Likewise, husbands, live with your wives in an understanding way, showing honor to the woman as the weaker vessel, since they are heirs with you of the grace of life, so that your prayers may not be hindered.
“You have heard that it was said to those of old, ‘You shall not murder; and whoever murders will be liable to judgment.’ But I say to you that everyone who is angry with his brother will be liable to judgment; whoever insults his brother will be liable to the council; and whoever says, ‘You fool!’ will be liable to the hell of fire.
A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.
“If your brother sins against you, go and tell him his fault, between you and him alone. If he listens to you, you have gained your brother. But if he does not listen, take one or two others along with you, that every charge may be established by the evidence of two or three witnesses. If he refuses to listen to them, tell it to the church. And if he refuses to listen even to the church, let him be to you as a Gentile and a tax collector.
“You have heard that it was said, ‘An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.’ But I say to you, Do not resist the one who is evil. But if anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also. And if anyone would sue you and take your tunic, let him have your cloak as well. And if anyone forces you to go one mile, go with him two miles. Give to the one who begs from you, and do not refuse the one who would borrow from you.
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him.
The revelation of Jesus Christ, which God gave him to show to his servants the things that must soon take place. He made it known by sending his angel to his servant John,
“If your brother sins against you, go and tell him his fault, between you and him alone. If he listens to you, you have gained your brother. But if he does not listen, take one or two others along with you, that every charge may be established by the evidence of two or three witnesses. If he refuses to listen to them, tell it to the church. And if he refuses to listen even to the church, let him be to you as a Gentile and a tax collector. Truly, I say to you, whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.
The prudent sees danger and hides himself, but the simple go on and suffer for it.
When a man’s ways please the Lord, he makes even his enemies to be at peace with him.
Give to everyone who begs from you, and from one who takes away your goods do not demand them back.
“If your brother sins against you, go and tell him his fault, between you and him alone. If he listens to you, you have gained your brother.
Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience,
For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as Christ does the church,
“Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land that the Lord your God is giving you.
Show yourself in all respects to be a model of good works, and in your teaching show integrity, dignity,
“But I say to you who hear, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you. To one who strikes you on the cheek, offer the other also, and from one who takes away your cloak do not withhold your tunic either. Give to everyone who begs from you, and from one who takes away your goods do not demand them back. And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them. …
“‘Honor your father and your mother, as the Lord your God commanded you, that your days may be long, and that it may go well with you in the land that the Lord your God is giving you.
Older women likewise are to be reverent in behavior, not slanderers or slaves to much wine. They are to teach what is good,
Bondservants, obey your earthly masters with fear and trembling, with a sincere heart, as you would Christ, not by the way of eye-service, as people-pleasers, but as bondservants of Christ, doing the will of God from the heart, rendering service with a good will as to the Lord and not to man, knowing that whatever good anyone does, this he will receive back from the Lord, whether he is a bondservant or is free. Masters, do the same to them, and stop your threatening, knowing that he who is both their Master and yours is in heaven, and that there is no partiality with him.
For the whole law is fulfilled in one word: “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.” But if you bite and devour one another, watch out that you are not consumed by one another.
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant
We ask you, brothers, to respect those who labor among you and are over you in the Lord and admonish you, and to esteem them very highly in love because of their work. Be at peace among yourselves.
Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.
Now there was a man of the Pharisees named Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews. This man came to Jesus by night and said to him, “Rabbi, we know that you are a teacher come from God, for no one can do these signs that you do unless God is with him.” Jesus answered him, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born again he cannot see the kingdom of God.” Nicodemus said to him, “How can a man be born when he is old? Can he enter a second time into his mother’s womb and be born?” Jesus answered, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born of water and the Spirit, he cannot enter the kingdom of God. …
The vision of Isaiah the son of Amoz, which he saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem in the days of Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah, kings of Judah. Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth; for the Lord has spoken: “Children have I reared and brought up, but they have rebelled against me. The ox knows its owner, and the donkey its master’s crib, but Israel does not know, my people do not understand.” Ah, sinful nation, a people laden with iniquity, offspring of evildoers, children who deal corruptly! They have forsaken the Lord, they have despised the Holy One of Israel, they are utterly estranged. Why will you still be struck down? Why will you continue to rebel? The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint. …
Then Peter came up and said to him, “Lord, how often will my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? As many as seven times?” Jesus said to him, “I do not say to you seven times, but seventy-seven times.
The wicked flee when no one pursues, but the righteous are bold as a lion.
If you really fulfill the royal law according to the Scripture, “You shall love your neighbor as yourself,” you are doing well. But if you show partiality, you are committing sin and are convicted by the law as transgressors. For whoever keeps the whole law but fails in one point has become guilty of all of it. For he who said, “Do not commit adultery,” also said, “Do not murder.” If you do not commit adultery but do murder, you have become a transgressor of the law. So speak and so act as those who are to be judged under the law of liberty. …
I therefore, a prisoner for the Lord, urge you to walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace.
Let me begin by saying I am grateful to be an Alcoholic. It is because of my Alcoholism that I have come to a deeper relationship with God, and my life has a renewed purpose. Because of this, I feel compelled to write these words …
Alcoholism begins as a chasing after a “feel good” – or rather, a filling of a sad hole, an angry hole, a sorrowful hole, a depressed hole, a spiritual hole in an individual – something that will make the person feel better. It is a phenomenon of craving for a feeling that becomes more and more elusive as time wears on. It is a physical compulsion, a mental obsession, and a spiritual malady. Chasing that “feel good” becomes consumptive to the point of neglecting all else in life, far beyond the reaches of common sense … that driving craving to feel better that gets farther and farther out of reach, but the true alcoholic will never stop pursuing to the detriment of every person in their life, to their own health, to their jobs, to their freedom … all that matters is the “feel good.” No one is capable of talking him or her into stopping, that is, not until rock bottom becomes a reality, and the alcoholic must be willing to admit he or she is powerless over that which consumes him or her – and this must be done for the alcoholic themselves, not for anyone else. The only true solution is a spiritual solution … filling the desperate hole with something greater than yourself.
Notice I did not use the word “alcohol” though discussing Alcoholism and alcoholics. What I did say is that Alcoholism is a chasing after a “feel good.” I also said that an alcoholic must come to a space, on his or her own, where he or she admits to being powerless over that which consumes him or her. Alcoholism is larger than alcohol – though it is because of alcohol that awareness of the illness began, and therefore, the term “Alcoholism” became a part of our vocabulary over 85 years ago. In the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous, the term ‘alcohol’ is used only in the beginning pages, and for the remainder of the initial text, the focus is on the solution to the illness – several times within the initial pages, it is not alcohol alone that is mentioned; also terms like sedatives and medication exist in the text – at comes in conjunction with alcohol. Alcoholism is anything that a person spirals into: a physical compulsion, a mental obsession, a spiritual malady, a phenomenon of craving for … drugs, prescriptions, sex, food, social media, relationships, shopping, attention-seeking behaviors, and alcohol. There are far more alcoholics among us than we realize because of the first portion of the word containing ‘alcohol’ and because the term Alcoholism has a stigma attached to it that most folks don’t want – therefore, the general public thinks an alcoholic is a person who lives on the street and carries a paper sack with a bottle inside. This is far from accurate.
There is a solution, and the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous lays that solution out in the chapter “There is a Solution.” Clever title, huh? It’s direct because the solution is direct, and it is arrived upon by working the Alcoholics Anonymous program, taking time and care with the information on the pages of the Big Book, and by completing the 12 steps listed below. Notice that the term ‘alcohol’ only exists in Step 1. It is interchangeable with multiple terms such as drugs, prescriptions, sex, food, social media, relationships, shopping, and attention-seeking behaviors. The solution requires not just reading the following list and making a go at following it, it necessitates going through the list, and not just the list, but the forwards, the Roman numeral pages, and the first 165 pages of the text, with someone who has experienced the process, has recovered from the spiritual illness and has the experience and wisdom to guide the next struggling alcoholic through the process, not neglecting the insights of the founders of the program, Bill and Bob, who both experienced total recovery in a matter of months, who saw the program grow exponentially in a time period of prohibition, post-prohibition, and widespread alcohol and drug consumption. These two men poured their recovery stories and lives into saving others struggling with the same phenomenon of craving.
This is a program for the desperate who willingly admit they are powerless, that they must rely on a higher power to restore them to sanity, and that they make a sincere decision to turn their will and lives over to the care of God as they understand Him – anyone coming into the program is invited to meet God at their own unique level of understanding no matter how minute … it is through working the program that growth in spiritual awareness occurs. It cannot be forced. “Never by force,” my husband always says – and he’s been a recovered alcoholic for 37 ½ years. He knows a thing or two because he’s seen a thing or two in his recovery journey. I learn so much from him. Upon completion of the steps, the recovering and recovered alcoholic must purpose to work with other struggling alcoholics if they desire to maintain their recovered status. Alcoholism is cunning, baffling, and powerful … and if recovery is neglected, it will grab the alcoholic once again in its talons. This is a spiritual illness, and it requires a spiritual response … maintenance of the spiritual solution is imperative.
Not all who step into AA find the solution. Many are unwilling to allow for the existence of a higher power in their lives, and they continue to try to work towards sobriety in their own power; they inevitably drink or use again. But those who are willing to set aside all that they thought they knew about God, about alcoholism, and about themselves will discover themselves on a path toward freedom and serenity.
I am grateful to be an Alcoholic because it is through admitting my powerlessness of that which I tried to control for far too long … that seeking to “feel better” as a solution to my problems … that I came to understand my great need for God – as I understand Him, for His grace, and His peace in my life. This has been the only solution to the erratic, chaotic, obsessive, always seeking a “feel-better” nature of my life pre-AA – even though I was raised in the church, went to Bible college, and attended church most of my entire life. I never, in all of that, came to truly believe that God could restore me to sanity. I didn’t deserve it – though I’d have never admitted that out loud to another soul. Oh, how wrong I was.
God loves Alcoholics. They have a deep, driving spiritual need … and become powerhouses for Him once recovered! A recovered alcoholic sees life on a spiritual plane.
Here are the 12 Steps of Alcoholics Anonymous.
1. We admitted we were powerless over alcohol — that our lives had become unmanageable.
2. Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.
3. Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him.
4. Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves.
5. Admitted to God, to ourselves, and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs.
6. Were entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character.
7. Humbly asked Him to remove our shortcomings.
8. Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.
9. Made direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.
10. Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted it.
11. Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God as we understood Him, praying only for knowledge of His will for us and the power to carry that out.
12. Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these Steps, we tried to carry this message to alcoholics, and to practice these principles in all our affairs.
It is now 15 weeks since surgery, and I’m three weeks into Cardiac Rehab. Initially, I was doing 10 minutes on the treadmill at 2.4 mph. After the treadmill, I moved to the step bike, which looked like a Stairmaster and a stationary bike had a baby. At first, I also did 10 minutes, keeping at 54 watts. I don’t understand how watts are measured or what they are, but I was told to stay around 54, so that’s what I did. The third device I use is the arm bike – literally, this is a bike for your arms. You sit in a chair and cycle your arms. In the beginning, this was for 4 minutes. 2 minutes forward and 2 minutes backward. Through all these exercises, I wear a heart monitor, which I am responsible for putting on when I get there. They take my blood pressure before I begin, in the middle of the step bike, and the final time is after sitting and resting post-exercise. I go three times a week, smack dab in the middle of the afternoon. Now, I’m up to 18 minutes on the treadmill at 2.5 mph, and they have me up to 18 minutes on the step bike, keeping at 62 watts. The arm bike sits at 7 minutes. 3 ½ forward. 3 ½ backward.
Apparently, on Friday of the second week, my heart misbehaved – meaning I have PVCs, which are premature beats in the lower chamber of the heart. These were also evident pre-surgery, and the hope was that the Mitral Valve Replacement surgery would perhaps alleviate them, but … there they were on the nurses’ screen. They had me slow down on the treadmill, and on the arm bike, I had to stop a time or two. The nurses sent a report to my cardiologist, whose office informed me the following Monday that we needed to adjust my medication. Long story short, we discovered that I had not been taking one of my medications correctly since surgery – and taking it correctly should lessen the premature beats. I’m taking the medication the right way now, so the hope is that the PVCs will slow down. I felt positive until this past Friday when, at the beginning of the treadmill session, the nurses stopped me three times to adjust the leads on my chest. The third time, I had to stop and sit in a chair for a few minutes. They watched the monitor, and my heart behaved while sitting. They checked my blood pressure, adjusted leads, and got me back on the treadmill. As far as I know, things went smoothly from that point forward, though I won’t be surprised if I hear from my doctor’s office tomorrow.
I talked with a nurse friend, and she said the PVCs, if they remain a problem, could one day end up being treated with a pacemaker. She said if that came to pass, I’d outlive everyone. Yes, well, I don’t relish the idea of another chest surgery. She assured me it’s not an invasive procedure, but right now, only 15 weeks out from being cut wide open, I’m feeling like heck nah. Understandable, I’m sure. Though, we will do what we must.
Another thing to tell is that my hair is falling out in droves. Each time I’ve washed my hair over the last two weeks, my bathroom counter gets covered with hair, as does my floor, and my brush is full. This is disheartening. Pre-surgery, my hair was thickening longer than ever, and I was on a medication routine that helped grow that hair. Since surgery, I’ve had to stop those medications. So now I have a triple whammy coming at me and my hair situation: I had major surgery, I stopped the medications, and I’m on blood thinners. Each of those causes hair loss … and it’s happening. This week, I reached out to my cardiologist and my dermatologist. There’s a supplement the dermatologist wants me to try, and my cardiologist approved it. It’s called Viviscal. I’d be interested to know if anyone has had experience with the product(s) … in a few weeks, I’ll share my experience. I will also be on a topical Minoxidil. Previously, I was taking an oral Minoxidil. Part of me wonders if vanity is part of what took my heart valve down so quickly … the medications I took for hair growth do potentially affect heart function.
Occasionally, I wonder what caused my heart valve to fail so quickly. In the Fall of 2022, I saw the cardiologist, and he said my Mitral Valve pro-lapse was something to keep an eye on; he had an echocardiogram completed, and for the most part, he was not highly concerned about me. By February 2024, something went wrong. Was it the years of living in high stress? Drinking alcohol? Addiction to caffeine and soda? Medications? Lack of exercise? I don’t know if it was any of those, but they certainly worked in concert. All of those things were unhealthy for me – and it’s true too that Momma had valve issues and heart failure, too. It could be that it was simply genetic, and I exacerbated it through anxiety and alcoholism – trying to fix myself but completely and utterly failing – and apparently, I’m trying to blame myself for my valve not working. Most likely, it just was what it was. Maybe so. Maybe not. I can’t say. The doctors won’t either. We simply know that the Mitral Valve was not working, and two separate doctors told Patrick that they were “astounded” and “astonished” that I was walking around. Wild. Crazy. Holy cow. Thank you, Father God, for the nurse in February 2024 who heard my heart beat wonky.
The conviction that each day I live is a gift from God is still with me. In the face of the PVCs, I feel like, okay, what are the next steps here? Will I meet new people to show God’s love to? What will these experiences enable me to do for Him? I have to believe these events are allowed because I can be of use to God through them and because of them. So be it. I keep stepping forward.
This morning, after waking up, I tried laying on my side and curling up next to Patrick. I put my head on his chest, and it felt good to be in that position, but it didn’t last long before my chest felt funky. I don’t know how else to describe it; it doesn’t hurt, but it doesn’t feel right. So I sat up and got up. For most of the day, I have felt like I pulled something under my right collarbone. If I turn my head to the left, it pulls. This is new, and I’m not a fan. Not sure what is going on, but it’s not the left side, so that’s something. I’m feeling it even now while I write this, and I guess I’ll write another note on MyChart tomorrow. I think the nurses see my messages and say, “Here she goes again!” I ask so many questions! Fine with it … I’m doing what I tell my students to do all the time … Advocate for yourself. No one else will. That is true in Academics for certain. In my world, though, it isn’t always the case. My Patrick will advocate for me … and when I need him to, I will step out of the way and get behind him. Heck yeah. In this, though, on MyChart, the doctors and nurses make themselves available to us … oh, I ask questions!
Oh! I almost forgot … the time came to go to the dentist to get the crown my dentist told me I needed over a year ago. Coordinating that with the cardiologist proved to be a bit of a challenge, but we got it done, and at the dentist, I swallowed huge antibiotic horse pills before work was done in my mouth. The temporary crown went in … it wasn’t done correctly … I had excruciating pain overnight and had to return to the dentist the next day to have it fixed. Did you know that if a temporary or permanent crown sits too high, you’ll experience shooting pain down through your ‘tooth’ and into the gums? So crazy, and it’s true. The dentist shaved the temporary crown down to where my regular tooth would have sat at its full height, and the pain stopped. Boom. That easy. I was blown away that a crown too high could cause that kind of pain. Now, I know. And trust me, when I go back in a couple of weeks for my permanent crown, I’ll be paying close attention to the size of that crown before I leave!
The final item to note is my INR … mostly in the last three weeks, it has been fine, though this past week, it dropped a bit. 2.2. Tomorrow I get tested again – and I’m praying it will be above 2.5, but Patrick and I had Chuy’s this evening, and I did have the queso, which is made with green chilies … and those are chock full of Vitamin K. Grrrrrr. We shall see. It was good, so it was worth it. That’s what I say tonight. We shall see about that at this time tomorrow. Patrick and I have come to terms with the fact that my INR will go up and down, which is part of life now. We don’t overreact anymore but also understand the seriousness of the INR staying within range. One of these days, I will have my own INR machine and be doing the checks myself, but for now, I still have home health coming once a week. My nurse has become a friend, and that’s nice. Once she isn’t coming to our home anymore, we will stay in touch. That’s good stuff.
Writing this, I’m tired, and I hear it in the text’s tone. Know that I’m good. There are ups and downs, but it’s always a forward march. I have work to do, and I’m here for the challenge.
God is good, and I am grateful. Tired. But grateful.
Also, I finally heard Stacey’s story … and it was funny. If the power goes out, and I’m on a treadmill, the lesson is to step off of it. Quick. BEFORE the power comes back on! Apparently those things come back on at full speed …
YouTube Mini-Lecture: https://youtu.be/iy7EgQrKtWk
Previously called … Word’s Pesky Default Spacing Settings & How to Fix Them
Prior to fixing the Spacings settings in Word, your essay will look like this:

Extra space exists between each header item, between the header and the title, between the title and the text, and between each paragraph.
See it?
For YOUR essay to be in correct MLA format, this must be corrected.
How?
Good thing I can show you.
NOTE********BEFORE you begin to write, perhaps you might want to go ahead and choose to use the MLA Template in Word. If you do that, you do not need to read further. The spacings are CORRECT on the MLA Template in Word.************
If you choose not to use the MLA Template and have not changed the default settings in Word to be correctly formatted for your MLA papers, then you will need to follow these steps …
When your paper is wonky, it will look like this in Word: See the horrendousness?

To fix this monstrosity of an essay and make it visually pleasing with correct spacing:
Select All (This is on the right side of your screen).

Push “Select,” and the drop-down box will allow you to “Select All.” Do that.
THEN, your paper will be fully highlighted like this …

The next thing to do is find this button – and push it. Click it. Whatever.

Once that button is clicked, the drop-down box will give multiple options … you want it to be 2 spaced (double-spaced), and you want to click/push “REMOVE SPACE AFTER PARAGRAPH” … Do That! Do it. Don’t wait. Do it fast. Do it now.

Wa-La!!!!!!
Once you click “Remove Space After Paragraph,” your paper will be in CORRECT spacing format.

It will look like this …

Good stuff. This is very good stuff.
Fix your essays with this information!
Today marks 12 weeks since my Mitral Valve was replaced in open-heart surgery. Three months. Who knew recovery would still be ongoing at 12 weeks? Not me. Certainly, my doctors did, and all of the nurses and anyone who has had open-heart surgery knew. I know now, and I am thrilled to be at this milestone, though there is more to go. Forward march.

Cardiac Rehab starts on Tuesday, and I’m excited. They said to come prepared to “work out, ” so I HAD to go to the thrift store today to get some appropriate pants for treadmills and such. The Goodwill missed me; I know this because today’s music in the store was 80s rock, and that’s my era. Lost in thumbing through clothes mostly without thought, I sang along to the tunes that took me years back to “simpler” times. In the thrift store, I sing out loud without a care for who might hear or what they might think. In the past, I’ve had folks start singing with me. One time in particular, two ladies and I broke out in church in the middle of the Salvation Army singing praise songs. What a day! Today, though … was a great 80s rock mini-Dacia concert.
I did leave the Goodwill today with four pairs of appropriate treadmill pants. I’m not a “workout” girl so that part of my wardrobe was sadly lacking. I’m not wearing shorts there. Now, I have two pairs of stretch pants that are super fun colors, a pair of really nice gray stretch pants that I think are supposed to be dress pants for under long sweaters and such, but they’re for this now, and one pair of like wind-pants by Adidas. Those are cool … literally. The bonus is I also found a brand new pair of Keds tennis shoes that are multi-color and super cute. Win.
Is it weird that this is my focus before Cardiac Rehab? Appropriate clothes? It’s fine.
I’m still sleeping on my back, though lower in the bed. Last night, I lay flat most of the night, though still on my neck pillow on my actual pillow. I tried removing the neck pillow after waking up at 5:30, but laying back on just my pillow did not feel good – awkward. Perhaps that is because I may be used to sleeping with the neck pillow now – a new habit formed. I’m not sure. I did try to roll on my side this morning, too, and I don’t know if it’s in my head or if it’s actually feeling not quite right yet, but I didn’t stay like that and rolled back onto my back. It feels spooky to lay on my side because it goes through my mind that I might mess up the healing process of my sternum – though it is supposed to be “fully” healed by now. 12 weeks is the marker. I feel like I need someone to tell me it’s okay so I can relax … but we can’t fully know without an x-ray. Will they do one at Cardiac Rehab? I wonder. I think it would make sense to do one.
My INR was still low this week. 2.1. Up from the week before at 1.8. We need to be at 2.5. This is going to be the dance of my life for the rest of my days – and it’s okay. I’m watching what I eat, and I’m avoiding Vitamin K like the plague, which I kind of did before surgery anyway … all those leafy greens. Ew. LOL. Since recovery began, I’ve been given several different lists of foods I can and cannot eat. Each has been slightly different – enough so that I’m disregarding them all except the most recent one from my cardiologist’s office. It’s long and distinguishes between which foods are high in Vitamin K, which are medium, and which are low. We like those low and medium ones, though the medium ones are to be eaten sparingly. I may be a broken record on some of this information – I’m not sorry because this is my world now. And … anyone who comes across my post-surgery posts and will be on Warfarin needs to read my experience so that they can know what to expect. Vitamin K bad. INR crazy. Blood draws, blood draws, blood draws. Lovenox when things go awry. That means shots in the belly twice a day. Fortunately, we haven’t had to do those in over a month.
Things are good … though I have had a couple of slight ‘dizzy’ spells when lying down – nothing at all like I used to experience nightly. I breathe through the slight ‘spells’ when they happen, which isn’t often. Figuring that my blood pressure is good and consistent at 118/62 (My normal now), the valve sounds good, and I’m feeling good, so I just keep moving forward, breathing right – deep breaths – in and out, enjoying the fact that I can get deep breaths. It’s been a while.

Joel 2:25 is on our bedroom door because this verse is a promise of God. It was to Joel, the prophet stating, “I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten.” Commentaries give varied interpretations of the meaning, but the common theme is that, as the verse says, God will restore what has been taken from you. Whether this is in direct correlation to an actual locust plague or in the restoration of Israel or both, it also gives hope to those who surrender their will to God and ask for only that they are useful to Him … and as believers do this, just as with Job (who lost everything because Satan wanted to see if he could get Job to turn his back on God and God allowed it – and Job did not sin by cursing God nor turning his back on God in the midst of losing everything – livelihood, children, naggy wife … Job remained faithful and surrendered), God gives back more than we can imagine – and in ways we cannot fathom. Joel 2:25 is my life now … God has given me more than I could have imagined or asked for – despite me. Despite my past, despite alcoholism, despite failure and victimhood. God has given me a husband who truly loves Father God and loves me – in that order – in Patrick. He has given us a beautiful, peace-filled home in which to welcome family and friends and in which to love everyone who crosses the threshold. He has gifted me with a career that I love and am perfectly-because-of-Him suited for. He continues to restore and deepen my relationships with my children. He has placed the right nurses and doctors in my path so that I could learn to fully rely on Him to provide and take care of my needs. He has given me the gift of more time here to be useful to Him. Each day is a gift. Each day is a restoration, and I am grateful.
I feel like celebrating this 12-week mark.
Maybe I should buy some cowboy boots … Got my eye on these.

The lies I believed over the years concerning who I was are far removed these days.
Lies like “No one will love you.” “It would have been better if you hadn’t been born.” “You abandoned your children.” “No one will want you.” That I was responsible if you killed yourself. That I didn’t know what abuse was. That I was crazy. That my body was ugly. That things that happened to me were solely my fault. Lie after lie. I remember the words, but they no longer pierce my soul. Not even the lies I told myself, like, “God won’t answer my prayers because I don’t matter.” “You did abandon your children.” “You don’t deserve to be loved.” “You’re an adultress, not worthy of love, not worthy of forgiveness.” “You’re just a blob. No one really sees you.” Somehow, my face was blurred in my mind to people around me. I was unmemorable. I was wretched. I deserved nothing good. I didn’t matter. And I believed it all … and I drank, and I chased relationships, and I shopped … always seeking to fill the God-sized hole inside my soul. Then, I encountered Grace, and I knew what it was to be the woman caught in adultery in John 8:2-8.
2 At dawn he appeared again in the temple courts, where all the people gathered around him, and he sat down to teach them. 3 The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group 4 and said to Jesus, “Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. 5 In the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?” 6 They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him.
But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger. 7 When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.” 8 Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground.
9 At this, those who heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there. 10 Jesus straightened up and asked her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?”
11 “No one, sir,” she said.
“Then neither do I condemn you,” Jesus declared. “Go now and leave your life of sin.”
God’s grace came for me and to me, and I have been on a path of healing for several years now. Thinking back over it all now, I have a smile plastered on my face. God’s provision is evident in my story. My favorite hoodie says, “You Don’t Know My Story.” It doesn’t say that because I’m ashamed of it – to the contrary, I wear it to start conversations. I wear it because I understand now that my experiences are avenues for God to move in the lives of others as I see myself through His eyes, and I know the depths of His Grace. My story is that over the years, God allowed me to bumble along my way, cause chaos, and find myself in desperation and agony until, after hitting rock bottom, I had to look up and ask for help. I was out of options. Out of excuses. Out of being able to try to do anything myself about the incomprehensible demoralization of my life. I’m stubborn, and He is patient. He loved me through others and through His Word. He led me, and I eventually found myself where He wanted me to be … in AA, learning about service, learning more about Grace, learning more about Mercy, and learning to love who He made me to be. He has restored me to sanity. Step 2 … “We came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.”
2 Timothy 1:7-9 says, “For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind. 8 Therefore do not be ashamed of the testimony of our Lord, nor of me His prisoner, but share with me in the sufferings for the gospel according to the power of God, 9 who has saved us and called us with a holy calling, not according to our works, but according to His own purpose and grace which was given to us in Christ Jesus before time began,
This gift of Grace I’ve been given emboldens me to share all about it! “You Don’t Know My Story” but I will tell you! Each day I ask that God use me as He sees fit – that I may be of use to Him, and I walk into the day just as II Corinthians 12:9-10 says …
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 10 That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
No more holding on to the past. No more shaming myself over weaknesses or allowing myself to be shamed by others who do not hold the keys to Heaven and Hell.
No more lies today.
I continue to seek the truth about myself, and not truth from human mouths, but truth from God the Father. I’m only interested in God’s view of me, and it for for Him that I choose to live each day – wanting to please my Father, thanking Him each day for His Grace and His Forgiveness, for His Mercy, and for His Peace. Today, I know that I am useful to the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, and that is enough.
Yesterday, my sweet friend Carrie sent me this song, and I cannot stop playing it on repeat. The chorus says …
“The truth is I am my Father’s Child. I make Him proud, and I make Him smile. I was made in the image of a perfect King. He looks at me and wouldn’t change a thing. The truth is I am truly loved by a God who’s good when I’m not good enough. I don’t belong to the lies; I belong to YOU. And that’s the truth.”
The message in this simple song is one that most every woman I know needs to hear … and not just the women. We all need to understand that how God, the Creator of Heaven and Earth, sees you is what matters in this life.
“I know who I am because I know who YOU are!”
Amen.
Thank you to God the Father for His Amazing Grace. Thank you to Megan Woods for writing this beautiful song, “The Truth.” Thank you to my friend Carrie for sharing it with me.
#meganwoods #godlovesyou #godlovesme #thetruth #daughteroftheking #childofgod #nomorelies
Week 11 Update.


Tuesday was Convocation at work – which is a day of meetings and workshops for the entirety of Tulsa Community College’s employees, both staff and faculty. We met in the PACE center – all 800 and some of us. The PACE center is the auditorium on the Southeast campus. It is building 6. We began there with two sessions of compliance training, which I gratefully sat through because that eliminated the need to watch the video sessions online and take the short quizzes. Win! Then, there was the ¼ mile walk to parking lot 5, where six food trucks waited for the mass of TCC folk to arrive. I had pizza. Naturally. Very me to do so. Once the food was secured, my friend Michelle and I walked back to building 4 (1/8 of a mile walk) where her office is; we ate there. After food and solving all the world’s problems, there was the walk to building 8 – another ¼ of a mile walk. My legs. My breathing. My heart. I took my time, but it was a lot. By 2:00, I was exhausted and decided to listen to my body. I went home an hour and a half early. That night, I slept hard.
Wednesday morning found me toodling down the road in my SUV toward my campus. There are no stop signs on the particular stretch I drove on that morning, yet a little silver car decided he’d come to a 4-way stop, I guess. He pulled right out across the road in front of where I was steady coming at 43 mph. I slammed on the brakes; everything in the car flew forward. My chest got tight. I held my breath. My heart raced. I’m still driving with a pillow between the seatbelt and my chest; the seatbelt does not feel good against my skin. It’s still sensitive. I sat there collecting myself for a couple of seconds, and the silver car just went on about its day as if there’d been no near-death experience. For the rest of my drive, I practiced deep breathing techniques to calm myself down. Once I arrived at the school, I called Patrick and filled him in. I know he doesn’t like hearing those types of things … he worries about me so much. But, after the week before’s fire drill that I didn’t fully explain until I got him, which worried him greatly, I decided the call was a good idea. Classes went great, and there was no fire drill.
Thursday, and it was time to take my INR again. I’ve been following directions. Still eating as I’m supposed to, though now I’m second-guessing cooking pork loin with an entire jar of banana peppers and a TBSP of Italian Seasoning because my INR was 1.8. Way too low, meaning too thick for my heart valve. I knew it would happen. The change that had happened with my medicine from the previous visit didn’t make sense to me, but what do I know? I’m not a nurse. I dropped from a 3.8 to a 1.8, so my medication is adjusted again, and we will retest on Monday. This process of Warfarin balance and INR checks is delicate – and at the same time, it’s a wood roller coaster that lurches, creaks and cracks, and makes you scream!
How my chest feels is hard to explain. It’s tight. I’m aware of it most of the time, and I wouldn’t call it painful anymore. What a blessing! But it certainly is a feeling I feel most of the time … a tightening – and the skin is tender to the touch. I wear a lot of V-necks nowadays. Much more than I ever used to. Once upon a day (before surgery) this girl was mostly in clothes up to her neck. But a V-neck suits me fine now. Keeping the fabric from touching the skin near the incision area and what’s underneath that’s still healing is something I do every day. No necklaces. Nope. Not yet, not unless it’s a choker right up around my throat. And the feeling I had when I slouched in recent weeks – like wires were poking me – is lessening – where I had to stretch back to a completely straight back to not feel anything odd. I can sit normally now, most of the time.
Sleeping has been better this week; I’m getting more of it, at least. Last night was about 5 ½ hours, but they were in a row, so I’ll take it. Once I woke up, I decided since today starts week 11, that I would try to lay on my side. I rolled over toward Patrick and decided not to stay full on my side; I stuffed some blanket behind my back and laid back on it so that I was semi-on my side. That stretched my chest a bit, and I didn’t like the feeling, so I turned back onto my back. It struck me that I am most comfortable in a reclined position – and maybe I’ll still do that weeks from now … nah, I’m a belly sleeper.
Through it all, my gratefulness remains.
God has me here for a purpose, so I will get up each day, thank Him for the day, and I will step into every day that comes my way with love and intention. This heart journey is another chapter in my story … and somewhere along the way, this story will help someone else. I’m two feet in for that.
Speaking of two feet in, my friend Carrie and I had a great talk this morning, and it centered around this idea …
We choose to be two feet in this day right here-and-now.
Tomorrow is the future. It’s not here yet, and it is where most FEAR resides. The future.
The past is gone. You cannot live there anymore. That is where depression and regret and shame reside. Those are from days gone by. Let them go. They are not in the today.
Two feet in today.
May I be of use to you today, Lord.
It’s a statement, not a question, from a grateful heart.