Flu and Why I Didn’t Shoot Something, Burn Something Down, or Kill Myself

Arrogance around not getting sick was at an all time high for me. And then I stopped using my secret weapon, hand cream. The winter has been so mild, the rough skin reminder to use it was not constant.

Wham! Within hours, I was laid flat. Three days later and I was back to pushing through with life. Got my book that will be released 27 March 2015, “Kneeling at the Cross: A Protestant Looks at the Crucifixion” to the printer, some major fundraising meetings for a non profit I lead as a volunteer done, a few personal tasks accomplished.

Wham!! Worse than before. An eye treatment, scheduled, was not postponed. Crunch, smoosh, flattened....
Four days of hell and no sign of getting better. Plans cancelled. Events I had waited months to experience by passed. Dragging myself back to work.

The one thing that could make The Grand Adventure difficult would be illness. So why not quit? Why not let obstacles avert?

Faith.

My life has been anything but a picnic. So why do I have such optimism and hope?

Faith.

Between physical challenges and financial barriers why haven’t I snapped and started burning things down?

Faith

Why am I still alive and naturally sober?

Faith.

Why don’t I just end it all and drag a knife up my arm?

Faith.

I have faith down to my toes and inside the deepest part of me that God is Love, evil has been defeated and every bad thing gets mulched by God into a good thing.

Faith leads me to higher ground. Faith matches me with good, honest, hardworking people. Faith gives me access to my emotions so I can weep and moan and not ever have to pretend, and brings joy in the morning.

I am joined with other people of faith. We are more than conquerors. We are victoriously alive and see good possibilities in every situation.

I’ve been called many nice things in my life, strong, courageous, unstoppable, one who loves extravagantly. They are nice affirmations. But if people see that, know the source is my faith. Anyone can have faith like mine. It is freely given.
So how much of your life are you willing to surrender?

Ahhhhh!!! Cliffhanger....\

Love, Deborah