There are times in our lives when the unexpected happens. During those times, careers go on hold for a while. Last September was one such time for me, and I couldn’t finish editing my second and third novels that I hoped would be released by Christmas. During that time, I felt a peace I never had before. Whatever happened would happen, no matter what.

Have you ever felt that way? When you knew you had no control over your life, and yet, you knew you’d be okay no matter what? Last fall was an avalanche of illnesses and other life-changing events that changed me inwardly more than anyone could know, but me. Physically, I faced danger with three hospitalizations. In the midst of my bouts with serious illness, my mother needed me in her last days on this earth, and a family pet of 15 years died.

Where was my Lord in the middle of this? Right next to me all the time. I sensed Him, He held me when I was too weak to even speak His name, and He touched me and made me well in every way He knew I needed it. He guided my new surgeon and barrage of physicians, and He gave me peace.

The grieving would wait till I could process and embrace it. Even my memory, affected by extremely low oxygen, would return in time. Till then, my writing and editing would wait. I couldn’t remember spellings of words, and my inability to compose sentences frustrated me tremendously. Names faded and blurred, and sleep consumed my days as weakness from the poison and severe infection controlled my daily routines.

Shortly after Christmas, my grieving process began. My mother’s death was now a reality. I missed our routine conversations over the phone, and I wanted to share the progress of my health with her, to prevent her from worrying about my operation and illness. Many times I picked up the phone to call her, but then realized I could not.  I grieved my Chocolate Labrador’s passing, too. I missed her cuddling me when she sensed my sadness and weakness.  Yet, through it all, an inner peace and strength drove me on. It promised me stronger days lay ahead, and a future reunion in heaven waited for me with my mom. Jesus held me close as I reached out to Him through my confusion and pain. He never let me down, nor did He ever leave me.

Below is an article that gives you, my readers, a glimpse of the physical challenge I went through from early September, 2014 through January, 2015. If you share an experience like this, I hope you will bless me with a comment and thoughts you experienced. Thank you for visiting my website and reading my post. May the Lord grant you peace and strength through His love. Click on the newsletter and then on the attachment that appears to read the article. Thank you.

RCH Newsletter June 2015

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