God on the Mountain

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Photo by adrian on Unsplash

I know.

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This is supposed to be a crafts site. Like a website that you come to so you can be inspired to be creative and make things yourself. When I first bought this domain, that is exactly all I had in mind. So for a year, it’s been sitting here without ever going ‘live’.  All because I couldn’t get the clear picture in my mind of exactly what I wanted it to look like.

But guess what? Life is like that. We think we have a picture of how it should be or what should be, but there are always turns to take, and sometimes it seems like we’re  thrown some real curve balls. So I guess that’s why I’m beginning to find myself pouring out my faith walk with words as much as sharing whatever hobby I am working on.

Practicing what we preach…

I have been so honored to have been teaching Bible Study class at my church for many years. That’s not something I take lightly, but I really know and believe that is a spiritual gift from the Lord and a calling that He has called me to. I have had mountain top experiences in life and shared about the joy of serving Christ. There has also been many troublesome times where I shared the Scriptures, along with my own experiences,  of knowing that we exercise our faith by completely trusting Him. All the visits to homes of those who were sick, or to hospitals, showing my love and concern, most of the time praying with them before leaving. And ALL of the time, reminding them that we keep focused on Jesus. Words I really felt and meant – and still do.

And then it happens to you.

I have struggled for the last 5 years with fibromyalgia so severe that it has really changed my lifestyle. The emotional challenges of that will also test your faith. But I’ve never doubted Jesus had the plan still in place for my life and that He would use it for good.

About 2 months ago, I started to feel better. Still hurt when I first woke up, but more stiff and sore-like than actual hurting, and with stirring around, would even go completely away for the day. My energy levels came up so much that I found myself going through the day actually getting some things done!

Strangely though, after about a week of this, I started developing what I thought was a chest cold that started at the top of my chest. I kept doctoring myself until 2 weeks later, I could feel it going farther down in my chest, it seemed, and I was wheezing at night really bad. So therefore, I went to the doctor, where I received a couple of shots, as well as left with a couple of antibiotic prescriptions.

About a week after seeing the doctor and getting shots, I remember thinking how strange that I had been feeling like I didn’t even have fibro and was just dealing with this cold. That when I get over this crud – I will feel great! I immediately felt the presence of the Holy Spirit. In that moment, tears came to my eyes, and I worshipped saying out loud, “Lord, I don’t know what You are doing, but I know You are doing a work on me!”

After another week of not really getting better (although no more wheezing), I went back to the doctor.  He decided to take a couple of  X-rays, and then asked how long had I been having a problem with reflux? I explained that there were a few times in the last few months that I would have to take some Tums before going to bed. Mostly after eating pizza, of course. I was put on Nexium and advised to get set up with a GI doctor for a scope to be done.

My biggest concern was being put to sleep ( I don’t like that) for the procedure. But I actually thought that I was doing so much better with the fibro, that maybe we could get my gut health taken care of and then I would be on my way to being like I used to be!

After they woke me up, the doctor told me that indeed there was some reflux, although he didn’t think it was too severe. Couldn’t explain why I had the feeling of congestion except allergies and that I might need to start taking an antihistamine. BUT he did see a couple places at the bottom of my esophagus that were red and inflamed. He told me that he took 3 biopsies and that 4 days later they would call me the results.

BIOPSIES… a scary word. But I told myself – no big deal. That is just standard procedure. It will be okay.

But yesterday morning before church, I woke at 4 AM. Full of doubts. Wrestling with my faith. Trying to have the right attitude and be a big girl. Knowing that none of us are guaranteed anything in this life, and that I am no more important than anyone else. There are so many all over the world dealing with cancer, and not one of them got it because they were bad people and should have gotten cancer. I thought of so many children and young people dealing with this.

Of course, once arriving at church I opened up and shared with a few sisters my raw emotions, showing just how human and vulnerable I really am. And they being the wonderful true Christian sisters they are, encouraged me and prayed for me and with me. It picked me up and bolstered my faith again.

Today, I got the word that another dear sister did not get a good report. She is scheduling surgery quickly. Of course, I prayed with her and tried to encourage, promising to be there for whatever. Then I cried for an hour after hanging up the phone. And the doubts kept coming….

I got up after saying some prayers for both my friend, and me;  dried my tears, and finished preparing dinner. And in the back of my mind:  I could hear my mother’s voice singing a song that she used to sing while playing the guitar so many years ago…

God on the Mountain

Life is easy, when you’re up on the mountain
And you’ve got peace of mind, like you’ve never known
But then things change and  you’re down in the valley
Don’t lose faith, child, for you’re never alone.
For the God on the mountain, is the God in the valley
When things go wrong, He’ll make them right   
And the God of the good times
Is still God in the bad times
The God of the day is still God in the night.

We talk of faith when we’re  up on the mountain
Oh but talk comes so easy when life’s at its best
Now down in the valleys, of trials and temptations
That’s where faith is really put to the test.
For the God on the mountain is the God in the valley
When things go wrong, He’ll make them right
And the God of the good times
Is still God in the bad times
The God of the day, is still God in the night.
The God of the day, is still God in the night.

(God On The Mountain-written by Tracy Dartt)

My mother, Mary Jean Cato Linton. in background. My father, Bernie Linton. in foreground. Late 1960’s

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