Archive for June, 2012

The coolest thing just happened.

I sat down to do my lectio (devotions) and it’s pretty late in the day. Typically a morning person, today’s late rising and crazy heat pushed me out the door for errands before my time with God and when I returned I was so drained from the heat that I feared falling asleep if I sat down then.

Now I did talk with God this morning. I was praying from almost the time I got up. It was that informal chat-type prayer as I went about getting ready and eating breakfast and starting laundry…

So when I sat down late this afternoon, not wanting to rush but starting to feel guilty for not “praying”, God reminded of my morning prayers.

“Yeah…” I replied, my disappointment still there. “But I wanted to keep that going longer, through my errands. It sorta dropped off… Shouldn’t I have continued?”

And there was a pause. I could almost feel God giving me one of those raised-eyebrow looks. As though I should know something. As though it was right there.

And it was.

I had just said it.

My “I want to” came before the “I should.”

Somewhere along the way God’s work in my heart and life has produced this change. This swap. This flip flop. My desire to continually acknowledge God’s presence and be in constant communication with my Lord has increased. Increased so much that it comes before my perfectionistic “shoulds.”

I smiled.

God smiled.

As my mei mei would say: This is happy.

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Sometimes when I read my lectio verses I feel stuck. Nothing sticks out because everything sticks out. Nothing in particular “wows” or “connects.”

See, so often God points out a word or theme (or original Greek definition or a Hebrew connotation or the like) and there is amazement and connections and wonder. And so I get into the habit of expecting that. Of thinking my “devo time” isn’t a true devotional time if there is nothing earth-shaking or life-altering.

So sometimes I forget.

Sometimes I forget that often (and really more often than not), life-change (and even heart-change and mind-change) comes in smaller increments.

Sometimes I forget that my time with God is less about “learning” and more about simply “being” with this Lover of my soul.

Because sometimes there are days like today.

Today I read Psalm 63:6-8

Psalm 63 is beautiful and those three verses are no exception.

But there was no grand revelation. Instead, there was just this quiet enjoyment of the Word, a breathing in of its truth – simply knowing it to be true in my life.

When I remember You on my bed,
I meditate on You in the night watches,
For You have been my help,
And in the shadow of Your wings I sing for joy.
My soul clings to You;
Your right hand upholds me.

And that’s when I realized that sometimes it’s the little things.

Sometimes it’s reading the verses and saying, “yes, Lord, my mind did turn to you when I awoke in the night and even in the midst of my dizzy dreams.”

And, “Yes, Lord, you have been my help! Oh, how you have been my help! And I do sing, I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings!”

And, “Yes, Lord, I cling. And days like today I cling even more, yet still you uphold me.”

Simple truth. Evidenced in my life.

Then, just for fun I read the verse in two other translations. When I read it in Eugene Patterson’s The Message Bible, God whispered into my ears, “Yes, my child, you know this truth. Know it again. It was the right verse for today.”

In The Message it reads:

If I’m sleepless at midnight,
I spend the hours in grateful reflection.
Because you’ve always stood up for me,
I’m free to run and play.
I hold on to you for dear life,
and you hold me steady as a post.

My eyes watered. Because what have I been saying to God all day long? All my dizzy, spinning, vertigo-fighting, walk carefully and try not to stumble day long?

“Lord, you are my balance. You uphold me. You don’t let me fall. You keep me steady.”

Yes, indeed, sometimes it’s in the little things…

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By Faith

Had a small revelation this morning while reading a friend’s blog. He was quoting a pastor who asks “do you want stronger, more faith?” and then turns around and explains through scripture (referencing Galatians) that the point isn’t to focus on faith, but to instead “set your mind on God in Christ.” (Read the original blog post here.)

Of course, focus has been one of the things God has really been pressing on me in the last few months and so as I read that blog this morning it clicked and made so much sense to me! Our focus should be on Jesus, not on faith itself!

Which brought again to mind Hebrews 12:2 where it says to “fix your eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of your faith.”

And then I realized. Hebrews 12 follows Hebrews 11!

(I know, “duh”, right? But stick with me here…)

We hear much about Hebrews 11. I can’t tell you how many times I have seen, been taught or even myself taught from the “Hall of Faith” chapter. And generally when we do so we focus on the faith of the individuals described. Their stories. How their faith made a difference. How our faith should be like theirs…

But I realized this morning that the Hall of Faith isn’t about the people in it. And it’s not really about how to attain greater faith. In fact, each verse or section talking about a different person (or incident) starts out saying “by faith.” And all of the most common translations all seem to use “by faith.” I did find one that translates “because of faith” which may perhaps be a more revealing way of saying the same thing.

Hebrews 11 describes what faith is and what it looked like for all these people. How it worked out in their lives. How it showed.

Not how it was obtained.

Towards the end of the chapter, Hebrews 11 begins to speak on how these people were looking forward. To a promise.

The last verse speaks of this “something better” which was yet to come and that together (they and we) would be made perfect.

Enter Hebrews 12.

“Therefore…” it opens and when it gets to verse 2 we have the revelation: “fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith.”

It’s all about Jesus.

Jesus is the one who authors our faith, who provides for its inception, who made the way for it to come about. And Jesus is the perfecter of our faith, the one who brings completion. Through salvation and sanctification. Through being the sacrifice and being our mediator, our example, our Lord, our focus.

It’s all about Jesus.

So the short and long of it is, if you’re looking for “more faith,” don’t look to faith. Look to Jesus.

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Today’s Lectio is out of Luke 5:1-11

I love this. The nets are breaking, the boats are sinking and where is Peter? On his knees before Jesus.

It’s a position of worship, bowing. His words hold reverence, awe and fear, “Go away from me… I’m too sinful for you.”

Peter saw Jesus’ holiness compared to his frail human sinfulness and he was overwhelmed. He thought he was undone.

Like the Israelites at the foot of Sinai.

How often do I catch a glimpse of God’s holiness in comparison to my sinfulness – God’s greatness compared to my smallness – and am overwhelmed? Undone?

Not enough?

How often do I catch a glimpse of what God is doing – in my life, in other’s lives, around me – and find myself breathless? In awe?

Seeing these glimpses of who God really is…

What do I know of holy?

And then there is Jesus’ response to Peter. I wonder if he grinned, eyes twinkling, as he said it (my paraphrase here), “Oh, this is nothing. You haven’t seen nothing yet! But don’t fear. Just wait until you see what I have in store for you!”

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I will follow

I’m giving you responsibilities,
hardships will come;
but I’m calling you, follow me.
I may do something different with others,
don’t compare yourself to them;
keep your eyes on me, follow me.

Today’s text was John 21:17-22. Before I even read my mind was recalling the epiphany that our previous ladies’ study book author had that became my own. But what I realized this morning was that there was a first part. There are two “follow me”s in the text and each has its own character.

I’ve never quite understood how what Jesus says in verse 18 is predictive of Peter’s death. But John tells us that is and the course of the narrative implies that they both understood it to be so then. So Jesus is basically telling Peter that he would have severe trials ahead, that he would suffer (in Jesus’ name) and that he would die. Yet still he says, “follow me.”

And Peter asks about John, wondering if he will have those same trials, die in that same way… Jesus tells him it doesn’t matter what plans he has for John, instead, “you, follow me.”

Or, in other words:

I’m giving you responsibilities,
hardships will come;
but I’m calling you, follow me.
I may do something different with others,
don’t compare yourself to them;
keep your eyes on me, follow me.

I think of others, doing the things I thought I would do…

I think of the others who studied ministry and graduated college with me, having amazing ministries and seeing God work all over the world. “Lord,” I pray, “continue to bless them and bless others through them. I will follow you.”

I think of my Mimeistry/Innovo friends who are doing mime, dancing, teaching, traveling and wonderfully instilled in that world to bring God glory. “Lord,” I pray, “continue to bless them and bless others through them. I will follow you.”

I think of the majority of my friends (and acquaintances) who are married and have families, living life together and raising children to know,  love and serve God. “Lord,” I pray, “continue to bless them and bless others through them. I will follow you.”

I think of others with disease, especially fibromyalgia, who are receiving treatment that works or who are so much further ahead in the guaifenesin protocol than I am, seeing more good days than bad and feeling like they have their lives back. “Lord,” I pray, “continue to heal them and bless them. I will follow you.”

I think of my newer set of tea friends, actively pursuing their tea dreams and starting to see fruition there. “Lord,” I pray, “continue to bless them and bless others through them. I will follow you.”

Oh, Lord, no matter the cost, no matter the call (no matter how it compares to others), it is my desire to follow you.

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If you’re a Doctor Who fan, you know that when they restarted the show in 2005 each season (or “series” if you’re British) has a word or theme which carries through all the episodes and culminates in the (typically two-part) season finale. In season 1 the words were “Bad Wolf” and by episode 11 the Doctor himself comments, “Everywhere we go, two words, following us: ‘Bad Wolf.'”

I’ve sort of felt like that this week. Day after day similar words and themes crop up as a needed truth, a needed reminder.

The word?


It began on Monday. It was a rough night again and I was extra weary when I got up. Still, I put on my praise and worship music and did what I could of my stretching and “wake-up” exercises. My playlist on random, I was somewhat singing along through “Great is Thy Faithfulness” when the third verse caught my attention:

♫ Strength for today and bright hope for the ‘morrow; blessings all mine, and *ten thousand* beside. Oh, great is Thy faithfulness! ♫

Yes! I cried. I need strength for today… and hope for tomorrow. And blessings? Ten thousand blessings? Like ten thousand gifts? Oh, yes!

The connections were clear and their impact profound. I wrote that section of the third verse in my gift list and on my Facebook page and went on with my day, consciously looking to God for the strength to get me through.

I’ve mentioned the gift list a couple of times before (namely, here and a bit in here). And after I hit 1,000 gifts I stopped numbering them, I merely started listing them as bullets under each day. But then the Matt Redman song inspired me to a new goal of “10,000 (Reasons)”.  So at the end of each day I put the day’s cumulative total. I also note (and often post) each new “100” marker. So that evening as I wrapped up the day’s portion of my gift list and added them to my count, I realized that #1600 was those lines from the song. I smiled at God’s creativity, sense of humor and faithfulness.

Then I had my roughest sleep night yet and woke feeling absolutely weak and drained. Struggled to the shower and “tuned my heart for praise” even if recalling words in order and actual singing were difficult.

“I need that ‘strength for today’ again,” I thought to myself. Then successfully started singing “Great is Thy Faithfulness.” Made it through the first two verses without missing a word… But I couldn’t remember the first part of the third verse, the part that comes before “strength for today.”

And I suddenly felt it was important to know what came before.
And it was.

“Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth, Thine own dear Presence to cheer and to guide…”

Ah! God’s presence. That’s what gives us strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow. “And you know what?” I concluded on Facebook later, “God is present with me today, here, now. So even though scattered and very weak, I can have strength for today and hope for tomorrow. Great is his faithfulness! Great is his faithfulness! Morning by morning new mercies I see! All I have needed, his hand has provided. Great is his faithfulness to me!”

But that wasn’t the end of it. Wednesday morning was rough again. Or rougher still. By then I had noticed the distinct symptoms of a cold on top of my rather unpleasant fibro cycle. Though I wanted to praise, I felt more like lamenting. And then I realized, the structure of most laments in Hebrew poetry includes a vow of praise. So that even if you are struggling in the moment, you vow to praise again… And that thought immediately took my mind to Psalm 42 which is perhaps my favorite lament.

I said the lament’s repeated refrain in my mind, “Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God.”

But when I went to put it into my Facebook, I wanted to make sure I had the wording right (sometimes I mix and match words from various translations when recalling or reciting from memory). So I looked it up. Biblegateway.com pulled up the New American Standard version of verse 5:

“hope in God, for I shall again praise Him for the help of His presence.”

Presence? Oh yeah. “…Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide; strength for today and bright hope for the ‘morrow – blessings, all mine; and ten thousand beside. Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is thy faithfulness! Mourning by mourning new mercies I see. All I have needed, thy hand has provided; great is thy faithfulness, Lord unto me!”

HA! Everywhere I go, everywhere I turn I am being led back to that verse, that song, that truth! Talk about faithfulness!

God was faithful again yesterday, pulling me through and giving strength and clarity and words of encouragement as needed.

And now this morning. The words weren’t there. But the theme was.

My lectio was Isaiah 43:1-4, but verse two nearly stopped me in my tracks. I read and reread it several times.

“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
And through the rivers, they will not overflow you.
When you walk through the fire, you will not be scorched,
Nor will the flame burn you.”

See that? “Pass through… rivers… fire… not be scorched.”

It reminded me of my “River of fire” dream.

Which reminded me of God’s faithfulness.

Not only that, but do you notice that when he’s talking to Israel he doesn’t say “you won’t pass through waters” and “you won’t walk through fire”… nor does he say “if you…”

Instead it says “when.”

Rather like Jesus telling the disciples centuries later, “you will have trouble” and “when you are persecuted.”

But the point is that Israel wouldn’t be swept away or scorched and the disciples wouldn’t be abandoned or left alone or…

Think of Paul. The clay jar verse. What for years I’ve considered my “life-verse.”

in every (thing) being pressed hard but not being crushed, being at a loss but not being in despair, being persecuted but not being abandoned, being knocked down but not being destroyed

God is faithful. Oh, yes! God is faithful!!

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Regaining Sight

The NASB does it again! I was reading along in today’s lectio (Luke 18:35-43) and when I got to verse 41 my mind read, “Lord, I want to see.”

But then my eyes pointed out that that was not what they were seeing – that’s not what it said. It says,

Lord, I want to regain my sight.

And, sure enough, the Greek word in there connotates to see again. Unlike the man born blind, it sounds like this guy had once been able to see. But along the way his vision was lost. And now he is asking Jesus to see again.

I find that in many ways I can say the same…

“Lord, my focus has turned from you; I want to regain that focus.”

“Lord, the vision you gave is cloudy, uncertain and quickly fading; I want to regain that vision.”

Lord, I want to regain my sight. Eyes focused on you. Seeing as you see. Following you. Glorifying you.

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The paper towel that Dr. St. Amand drew his explanation of fibromyalgia on, my most recent map and my new bottle of guaifenesin.

Understanding fibromyalgia is not easy. Not even for one who has it. And trying to explain the guaifenesin protocol that I am on is also a bit… well… difficult. There are many who have already asked questions and I anticipate many more inquiries being made. So since I have just re-started the protocol, I thought I would put together a post of analogies and metaphors to help people understand. Please note that all analogies and metaphors are incomplete and eventually break down somewhere. But this should give you a good workable idea.

  • Friends on a Roller Coaster (the basics of fibromyalgia)

The last thing I wanted to worry about was seeing another doctor who would undoubtedly put me on some pain medicine or antidepressant or the like for my fibromyalgia which was once again rearing its ugly head. It was early 2003. Only 3.5 years after my diagnosis and I was already weary of doctors. But, I was told, this guy was a specialist, he had fibromyalgia himself and was in his 70’s – and still working!

So I went. He took my history and a list of symptoms and then he began introducing me to his “accidental” discovery of a treatment and how his studies led him to this theory about fibromyalgia. I’m fairly sure it’s all explained in his book (the 3rd edition just came out); but when he told me, he told it in short, drawing on a paper towel as he went. I still have that paper towel. (see photo)

So here’s another short version: In folks with fibro, the kidneys don’t seem to expel phosphates as they should. So they build up. But, you see, calcium and phosphate are best friends in the body and they always travel together. So when the phosphates build up, the calcium is right there, too. Except the body regulates how much calcium is allowed running through the bloodstream at one time. When it gets too high, the body has to find somewhere else to dump it. So calcium and phosphate rather end up on a roller coaster ride. Built up in blood stream, then dumped, built up, then dumped. The body can handle so much of this before it becomes noticeable through symptoms. (Notice the “roller coaster” on the paper towel graphic and how it makes several loops before becoming very noticeable above the “threshold” line.) We end up calling these dump sites “deposits” and the maps (also in the photo) show where all our “visible” (well, palpable – so “visible” to a mapper) deposits are.

Of course, there is much more to the scientific explanation (get the book, or check out this paper for doctors) that explains how this all affects a person at the cellular level, impacting cell energy itself, which has a lot to do with the variety of symptoms and why no two people experience it quite the same way. But all in all, the “roller coaster” that these Calcium and Phosphate friends are on also explains the “cycles” we go through with fibromyalgia. And as the illness progresses, these cycles get more severe and more frequent with less “good” time in-between…

  • Movie in Rewind (understanding the protocol)

Now imagine our roller coaster is an action movie. At the beginning the drama of the plot is introduced and we get an action scene here and an action scene there. Eventually the action builds so much so that we have more action scenes than drama or “downtime” scenes.

Going on the guaifenesin protocol then is like watching that action movie in rewind. Six times faster than normal. And backwards. What happens is that the guaifenesin (a medicine that’s been around for years and years and has virtually no side effects) allows the kidneys to function again, expelling the phosphates. It pulls the phosphates  out from the bloodstream and then out from the deposits. Starting with the most recent. Only this process goes (on average) about six times faster then the “depositing” part. Hence a movie in reverse.

And just like watching an action movie in reverse (some six times faster), when you start and all those latter “big” action sequences are rewinding quickly by, they can seem more intense. It is generally the same symptoms, only they often feel more intense and the cycles go more quickly. Now as progress is made on the protocol, you get to the middle and then the beginning parts of the action movie where the action scenes are fewer with more “downtime” in between. But at the beginning it can often be overwhelming. And it is possible that you notice symptoms you hadn’t before (like how watching a movie in reverse makes something stick out that you hadn’t noticed when watching the first time).

What this also means is that (a) this treatment is a process but (b) it is a treatment. It reverses the symptoms. It is not a cure (there is no cure yet), but rather than treating (or masking) individual symptoms, this reverses them to the point where many don’t have any noticeable symptoms anymore. I’ve met ladies who used to be in wheelchairs who are now active and healthy in their 60’s and 70’s!

Still, the process takes time. And unlike an old VHS tape, I can’t turn off the TV and walk away as it rewinds. I have to go back through it myself. But at least I’m now heading in the right direction!

  • Finding a Parking Space (why I worry about salicylates) 

The other thing you will often hear me mention is that I can’t “have” salicylates. What this means for my everyday life is that I can’t use topical products that contain any plant oils, gels or extracts. Like aloe. Or castor oil. Jojoba esters. Or dozens of other things that are found in lotions, make-up, soaps, kleenex and the like. Including mint. No mint toothpaste. No sucking on mints. No rubbing menthol onto my chest for a cold. Also, no aspirin (which is basically salicylic acid) or herbal medicines (concentrated plant parts). And no tea. They said at the beginning that tea was okay if made weak in small amounts. But now they are seeing more and more “block” on it. So for the next 6 months, it is no tea at all. After that, I’ll have to be very careful (and it’s so hard to have “just a little” of “weak” tea).

Here’s why:

Imagine that kidneys are like a factory with a parking lot. There only so many spaces. In order for the guaifenesin to get to work,  enough Guai cars have to find parking spots. Now Guai cars are like big SUVs, but Sal(iclate) cars are small and compact. They zoom in and take up the parking stalls easier than the Guai cars do (hence “blocking” the Guai car’s access). We can’t avoid every Sal car in the world, so we have to avoid the ones we can so that there are enough spaces for the Guai cars to park in so they can do their job.

And that, friends, is a small, imperfect but hopefully understandable glimpse at fibromyalgia and how the guaifenesin protocol works.

And why did I decide to go back on this protocol after discovering it “failed” last time and it means no more tea drinking for me and it means some intense and painful cycles? Because we found the reason the guai quit working for me after I initially did so well reversing. And I did. When I first started 9 years ago I did really super well on the treatment. I was clearing deposits left and right! And now we  know why that slowed down and stopped. And we fixed it. And this reversing means hope – not just masking symptoms for awhile. And I am ready for the fight. After all, I’m an action movie star in reverse!

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Prince of Peace

They say God works in mysterious ways. I also think “amusing ways” would be appropriate…

A dear friend of mine was telling me about how God has been revealing himself to her as “faithful Father” and how it finally connected deep within her in a transformative way.

So that was on my mind this morning when doing my wake-up/praise dancing and the term “Prince of Peace” came to mind. My thoughts didn’t last long and I continued on with my morning… only to discover later on that my lectio for the day was a well-known passage (heard most often at Christmas) – Isaiah 9:6-7

For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us;
And the government will rest on His shoulders;
And His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Eternal Father, Prince of Peace.
There will be no end to the increase of His government or of peace,
On the throne of David and over his kingdom,
To establish it and to uphold it with justice and righteousness
From then on and forevermore.
The zeal of the Lord of hosts will accomplish this.

I laughed. And when I got to the “meditatio” portion of my lectio I went back to the titles. I considered each and I considered the place that title had in my life. After all, if coming to know God as “Faithful Father” had been transformative in my friend’s life, couldn’t the same happen in mine? I know these verses. I know them well. I’ve read them, written them, recited them and even sung them. But do the titles ascribed to Jesus here connect in my life?

Do I know Jesus as…

  • Wonderful Counselor? 

Just the other day I was saying how I haven’t had any counseling since the “free therapy” I was able to get at grad school… so what are counselors for? Do I turn to Jesus first? Do I call him up when I need to talk, to vent or when I need help? Do I speak freely to Jesus and open up, honestly baring my innermost? Do I allow Jesus to speak truth to me? Into my life? To work in me? To heal me? And returning to the most basic definition of “to give counsel” – do I seek Jesus (first) for counsel and advice and direction?

  • Mighty God?

Do I truly see Jesus as all-powerful? As the source of my strength? As my shield and defender? My rock so that I am not moved nor shaken? Do I see Jesus as almighty? The mighty creator and redeemer?

  • Eternal Father?

Eternal. Ongoing. I think of the word “always.” My Always Father. Semper fi. Always faithful. A faithful Father. Abba. Daddy. What a privilege to call him Father! My always Father. Never leaves. Never forsakes. Never goes away. There until the end…

  • Prince of Peace?

Ah, yes. Back to my earlier ruminations. This isn’t about me feeling peace. This is about Jesus being the Prince of Peace. Prince. Ruler. Does Jesus rule in my heart? In my mind? In my life? Do I actually obey when he says, “do not worry” and “do not stress”? Do I submit to him? Is that not where the peace will come in at?

Oh, may Jesus be truly the Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father and Prince of Peace in my life!

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I am no expert on grief. I grew up with really only one set of grandparents. Granny died in 2001 and then Pap in 2007, just months after “Uncle” Elmer died. Elmer was Dad’s best friend from growing up together at Scotland School for Veteran’s Children and he was pretty much like family to us and he lived with us the last several years of his life while he was with Hospice. Those are the closest deaths I have experienced.

And each time there was a similar progression of dealing with the grief. Now, I’m no expert and I’m not really talking about the “four (or how many ever there are) stages of grief.” I’m talking about this process I’ve been through and that I seem to be finding myself in again. Though no one has died.

You see, with each of these close deaths I’ve experienced, there is always the initial hit. Sometimes shock, perhaps a bit of numbness, and some tears shed. But always, all three times in fact, there has been this incredible peace to go with it. And hope. In fact, for years now I have counted it a great grace that God planted within me a seed of hope that never dies; that knows there is a light at the end of the tunnel even if it cannot be seen or felt. Peace and hope. Not that they take away the grief or the darkness, but they are present nonetheless. And very strong.

And when a loved one passes there is an immediate adjustment of not being able to see or talk to that loved one. And there are things to be done, arrangements to be made, services to be attended, memories to be shared…

And here I chuckle a little bit. Because no one died. And yet I find myself going through these patterns again. It hasn’t even been a month since the doctor told me that I had regressed in my treatment, that my fibromyalgia was worse than when I first went to see him (9 years before) and that I was not to drink any more tea. It was a blow. I felt shock and sort of numb a bit. I cried.

But there was peace. And even that seed of hope that never dies. And there were things to do… new medicine to get and using up as much of my “best” teas as possible before I started it and preparing for the ladies’ tea and we were in the midst of a bathroom remodel which ended up a partial bedroom remodel and then I started the new medication and I got sick for a bit and nothing really got done.

And somehow I expected it to be “over.”

Not the health issues. This treatment will take years and diligence to stay on track. But the “getting over it” part. The feeling of loss. The seeming shattering of my dreams. The grief. Over what should have been, what could have been, what may never be…

But like it is when grieving death, there seems to be another stage yet, another process, that I need to go through. For once the services are done and days have past, there are still things to do, remembrances which come to mind. Sometimes involving material things which bring memories, or need packed up… Sometimes it’s that little impetus of “when he comes home…” or “I’ll have to tell her about…” only to realize you won’t get that chance.

Just yesterday, out of the blue (and long after I had convinced myself I was “over” it), I thought, “A good cup of tea would be great right now.”

And then there’s my room. I have a feeling that it’s not just my health that has been keeping me from wrapping up and reorganizing/decorating after the new wall was put up and my new chair arrived. I think it may also have something to do with the fact that when I started my reorganization of my room in January I was organizing it all around mime and tea. Both dreams of which are inaccessible at the moment.

After some good words by wise friends I began to consider this all. This idea that perhaps I’m not as okay with everything as I thought. Or as I said. And maybe that is okay. It’s not that the initial peace and hope were a lie. It is simply that I have entered in this next stage. This longer stage. I have to continue to allow this grieving process to work out…

As Jenny says to Bobby in one of my favorite lines (of my fan fiction X-Men story), “It’s going to take time to heal.  But I promise not to get lost in the darkness.”

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