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Broken in Pieces

The truck pulled up around the spring and we heard a honk. My initial instinct was that something was in the roadway. Never did I think what was about to be revealed to me would happen…again.

Our daughter is a CNA at the hospital. So she was able to help!

The horn honked a few more times and I continued to look to see what was going on. Then I saw. There was my husband face down in the bed of the truck! All I could see were his boots sticking out of the truck bed. My mind immediately went to the worse thought, which was that he had a heart attack and died. Why did I think this? Well, we had a conversation just days before about death and what each one of us would do if the other one died.

Thank goodness I was very wrong. It turned out to be a broken leg and foot. He was working on the second story of the new cabin and the platform he was on gave way and he fell 10 feet. When I walked to the back of the truck my husband started speaking and asked us to get some things for the long ride to the hospital. At that point I knew he was alright, so we put blankets, pillows, a fan, and some other things in the bed of the truck to make the ride on the dirt road more comfortable.

Jay, who is part of the discipleship program at Cherith Brook, was working with Mark and saw the whole thing. He made a splint for my husband out of scrap 2X4’s and painter’s tape. It wasn’t pretty, but it stabilized the leg, which was the important thing.

It’s been quite the journey. He ended up having to go to a larger hospital that was 3 hours away and had surgery on his tibia. He broke the fibula also, but that will heal on its own.

Yesterday, he had surgery on the broken, crushed foot. They had to wait until swelling went down in order to operate. Almost a month later, he can truly start to heal.

Years ago, he fell from the roof of one of the cabins we were building and broke his wrist. Which is where my statement of “again” came from. He had to have a plate and nine screws put in. Now we joke that he should only build underground hobbit homes!

Our whole world has changed. He needs a walker and wheelchair to get around. The wheelchair is heavy and cumbersome, so picking it up into the truck is no easy task for me. My husband feels extremely bad watching me do all the things he normally does, not to mention all the new things that have been put on my plate. He wants to help, but is just unable to.

We were planning on moving into the new cabin soon and all of that has been put on hold. Luckily, the cabin is enclosed and once we get the wiring done, friends and family can help with insulation, sheet-rock, and paint.

It’s amazing the blessings that have come out of this. We have been poured into by others that we have spent our time pouring into. Our conversations with the nurses and doctors have been incredible. As we were leaving the hospital yesterday, two nurses came out to help Mark get into the truck and gave us both a hug. Which was so surprising in the midst of Covid. Another nurse was a Christian and said, “I have patients who claim Christ, but I have never met any like you two. You are different.”

Although the last month has had its challenges, we see God in the middle of it. He’s encouraging us and others through this. Our ministry has my husband and I surrounded by people consistently and it’s been nice to have a little bit of time with just the two of us, but even then we are spilling out love to those who are in front of us.

You never know what tomorrow may bring. But, I know the one who knows the number of hairs on my head and that is the most comforting thought I can think of right now.

Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.” Luke 12:7

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Necessary Pruning

The other day I was trying to get rid of the weeds and bramble around the cabin. I was using a large tool that got extremely heavy the longer I pruned. Doing the job became more of a chore than what I had planned.

Once I was finished I turned around and noticed I hadn’t gotten the thicker sticks close to the ground at all. I was trying to make sure they were removed so no one would trip over them. I cut some more. I Looked again and thought, wow changing my perspective and looking from a different angle I could once again, see how poorly I had pruned.

This got me thinking about when God prunes me. It hurts to be pruned and when I think God has nothing more to get rid of, I can see more areas that need my flesh removed. He is faithful and continues to remove the ugly things in my life that trip me up. Granted this takes time and He knows exactly when and what to prune at the moment I need it. If He were to do it all at once, I would not survive. But, in His omniscience He knows as I grow and mature, I can handle the next pruning.

I now realize pruning is much needed and as the ugly things of my life disappear, I know one day I will be a beautiful tree producing godly fruit for all to partake of.

God is everywhere and He shows me biblical things daily. What has He shown you lately?

“A healthy tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor can a diseased tree bear good fruit.” Matthew 7:18

We made rose petal jam with the wild roses on our property!
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Blessings Abound!

This has been a busy season and I am amazed by all the blessings God has given us!

It is awesome to see God’s people be the hands and feet that we all need. Here is an update on everything that has happened this past month…

  • Started the Selah Cabin
  • Enjoyed many guests
  • Two huge garden spots cleared
  • Planted herbs in our herb garden
  • Land cleared
  • Bigger and better water filtration system installed

These are just some of the highlights! As my book Beautiful Dependence talks about the need for God first and others second, we are seeing this lived out.

We could not have done this without the help and support of others. Sometimes I just sit back in shock and awe of all the things surrounding me. Not only do we live in a beautiful place, but we have wonderful people who care for us and some who even venture up the mountain and experience life with us.

Tears streamed down my face one night as I ventured out to the new cabin. God has supplied everything; Not only the building supplies, a fantastic wood stove refurbished by my brother-in-law, windows, flooring, cabinets, and so much more.

How is this possible with how crazy our world is? I can tell you it’s because God is bigger and mightier than we can fathom. He gives us exceedingly abundantly beyond what we could think or hope for.

Do I have a new view of life after cancer? You bet I do! Enjoy every moment. Enjoy every sunrise and sunset. Enjoy the laughter. Enjoy sitting and talking with those around you. God is good. He wants to share His goodness with us. Stop. Listen. Breathe and Praise Him for his goodness!

“Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good! Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him!” Psalm 34:8

Our daughter getting a tractor lesson from a guest who brought this machine up!
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Near to the Broken-hearted

Why is it easier to pray for healing for other people rather than for yourself? Recently I had to come face to face with this when I received the cancer diagnosis. We put out a call for prayer and I knew I had several prayer warriors praying for me.

As the days wore on and emotions were raging, I felt like I should pray for myself. Sounds simple enough. I’ve often prayed for things in my life. But, this time was different. I struggled. I couldn’t find the words. I had fears and doubts. Thoughts crept in, “What if I pray and God doesn’t heal me?” Is it because of sin in my life? Is it lack of faith? Or the hard truth that maybe my time on this earth is finished?

I didn’t know where to even begin. So, I cried out. The tears flowed. How many times have I prayed for people with cancer without a second thought that God could heal them? So many times…but this time I lacked the strength. The desire was there but I was fumbling.

As I cried verses began to come to mind, “Jehovah is near to the broken-hearted; and saves those who are of a contrite spirit. “ Psalm 34:18…

And immediately the father of the child cried out and said with tears, Lord, I believe. Help my unbelief.” Matthew 9:24

Then the reality hit me. God was just waiting for my true heart to shine through. It wasn’t about a grandiose prayer full of scripture and flowery words. He wanted the tears. He wanted my anger. He wanted my thoughts-the good and the bad. He wanted to exchange my fear and anxiety for life.

The words began to pour out of me. Yes, I prayed for healing. But, just like Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, I ended it with “Not my will Father, but Your will be done,” Matthew 26:39

A few weeks ago I went in for another test to see where we were at with the cancer. I had my surgery back in October and this was the first glimpse of my left breast since then. Did I have scanxiety? (Its a real thing.) Yes, but somehow I knew the results were going to be good.

Sure enough, there is no more cancer! I am cancer free! Some would say it’s because of the surgery, or changing my eating habits. I believe God healed me as a result from everyone praying. And I give all glory to Him!!!

Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good! Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him! Psalm 34:8

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Rest is a Weapon…

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28

We had a beautiful day up here on the mountain so my husband and I went for a much needed walk. My naturopath said that vitamin D is an essential part of health and building up the immune system.

Stopping to take some time in nature and to see the near future build site of another cabin was a blessing (even after trudging through a foot of snow in some places).

Every day I am amazed at what God has done and is doing up here. This has been a dream for so long and although we saw some of the dream as a reality that started many years ago, now we are seeing Him actually finish what He started. Which is exactly what He said He would do when we left Mexico.

In the midst of this crazy last year with COVID, cancer, and even death, people are coming to the property and finding the peace and rest they have longed for and sometimes didn’t even know they were missing.

God’s timing is awe striking and when I reflect back and see a family or guest leave and another one comes an hour later (sometimes unannounced) we always, somehow have room. Not only that, but when we are on the brink of feeling exhausted, we get a break in the schedule and have time to rejuvenate.

Our little cabin in the woods.

I am also learning to take time out and just rest. There are always things to be done on the property, but with “Doctor’s orders” just finding time to meditate and do deep breathing exercises has helped my stress levels tremendously. Not only that but, it helps get the lymph system moving and brings oxygen to cancer cells, which cancer cells hate, and end up dying. One of our pastor’s tells us that rest is weapon. I am beginning to believe that.

I am learning so much on this cancer journey. God gave our bodies the ability to heal themselves with proper nutrition and rest. I am seeing areas of my life where I struggled and had made bad decisions and started bad habits.

I am So thankful that God did not leave me where I was and that He has placed the proper people and information at my fingertips to blaze ahead and leave the old self behind.