Tag Archives: Healing

Recovery-Part 6

2 Nov

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

As time wore on, and Fred became more active, I decided it would be good for both of us to take him “out” of the facility for lunch.  I had to plan it each day ahead, as the kitchen sent out a menu for the next day’s meals.  It meant getting him in the car, then collapsing the wheelchair and putting it in the trunk of the car, then reverse it when we returned.  But it was totally worth it.  He did so enjoy getting out.

One day as Fred and I returned from a lunch out, I saw a pair of sandhill cranes by the front door of the facility.  Amazing!  I sent these pictures to our family and friends, and one friend asked, “did you ask permission to enter??”  I mentioned the cranes to a couple we see frequently, and he said they’ve been hanging around for the three years that couple had been there.  Wow!

Now let me tell you about some of the residents I’ve really interacted with:

The Hat Lady…I noticed her right away, as she is always wearing a hat – at first it was a crochet hat.  That caught my attention, and I asked her if she had crocheted it herself.  She grinned and said no, but I complimented her anyway.  Then it got to when I was to walking down the hall and seeing her, would say “there’s my favorite hat lady!”  She would grin at me.  And as the weather became warmer, she started wearing other hats, usually one with a brim that looks like a leopard skin.  One day I said, “I’ve been calling you Hat Lady, but I don’t know your name.”  She looked up at me and said “Virine” (she pronounced it Vi – REEN).  So I alternate between Hat Lady and Virine.  She must come from the islands, because she loves to sit outside even in Florida’s hot summer sun – wearing that brimmed hat and a sweater over her dress.

There are two or three ladies who are permanently in wheel chairs, residents, who take the time to brush their hair and put on makeup each day.  I admire them.  They are quite friendly, and we have struck up quite a few conversations with them.  Two are roommates and are best buddies.  One, Diane, has been there 10 years, following the death of her husband.  She shared with me that when he began to get into dementia, they went looking for a facility for him, as she couldn’t care for him.  At the one where he eventually stayed, as they were leaving, he said, “Di, I really like this place.  Can I stay?”  She said she knew they were at the right place.  As for her… as she said…this is home. 

And then there is a lady – one who makes up herself each day – who I am convinced wears a wig, because her hair is long and quite black, and she wears a turban-like head covering each day.  It took me over a month to get her to smile back at me, but now she does.  One funny incident with her…I was walking past her room one day, when she was in bed and I heard her call “purple….purple….I need to blow my nose!!”  I had to laugh at that one – calling a CNA to blow her nose – because I’ve seen her up and walking!

Carol is there for her husband, who is a resident.  He is unable to walk, always in a wheelchair.  She is there daily, and reads to him.  He must wear a head-set, and she speaks through a microphone so he can hear her.  

~~~~~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~~~~

Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years .

  Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing. Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.

After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer. She also enjoys scrapbooking.She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins as well as a great-grandson and a great-granddaughter. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.

When Will God Heal Me

29 May

Walking by Faith, Not by sight

Janet Perez Eckles

Reblogged 5/29/24

I held my mom’s hand and my 10-year-old mind took in the scenery. We zig zagged through the crowded narrow, cobblestone streets of my hometown of La Paz, Bolivia. The stench of the exhaust coming from the dilapidated busses mixed with the odor wafting from the sewage affected no one, including the street vendors. They sat at the edge of the sidewalks selling random items such as bananas, Bazooka gum, matches, bags of nuts and other items.

That’s why the scene related in Acts 3 brings back memories of my hometown. John and Peter stood before the crippled beggar outside the temple called Beautiful. “Then Peter said, ‘Silver or gold I do not have, but what I have I give you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk.’ Taking him by the right hand, he helped him up, and instantly the man’s feet and ankles became strong. He jumped to his feet and began to walk. Then he went with them into the temple courts, walking and jumping, and praising God” (Acts 3:1-9

From time to time, we’re all at the same gate, crippled by fear, bound by insecurities, limited by all that’s out of our control. And like the beggar, we’re hoping for answers that the world—doctors, government, our jobs, our pastor, friends or counselors—cannot give.

How do I know? Because I was that beggar. When I lost my eyesight completely at 30, I sat holding my cup of hope as I looked to professionals for a cure, treatment, or meds, to stop the progression of the retinal disease.

But time and time again, my cup ended up empty. Until that day when I lifted the eyes of my heart toward Jesus. Though physically blind, the eyes of my heart saw Him reaching down to me.

The beggar did the same. He also hoped that coins tossed his way would meet his needs. But when John and Peter mentioned Jesus, all changed. The mention of His healing power opened the way for the miracle.

But those miracles are uniquely tailored. It may take place in moments, over months or after many years. The healing may first be spiritual, then emotional and then physical. The way, the pattern or the order speaks of God’s perfect timing and perfect ways.

Although God’s timing for my healing was different that those of the beggar, I followed the same scenario: when I stretched out my hand of faith, Jesus took it. My focus changed: the world had no answers or cures. But Jesus began the healing of my heart, erasing my fear and sense of helplessness.

The beggar’s ankles became strong. I also became strong in believing God had not forgotten me. He had His healing hand upon me.

The beggar began to take steps. So did I. I took steps to draw close to Him, to follow His lead, and to see what door He would open next. His Word became the lamp unto my feet and the light for my path (Psalm 119:105).

The beggar began to jump and praise the Lord. Do you have the strength to silence opposition and believe in Jesus for the process to heal? As I write this, I cannot see my physical surroundings still, but my shouts of praise to the Lord have no limits or boundaries because He healed my spiritual vision.

I praise Him because He took my physical blindness to the cross. All I have to do is wait for its manifestation. I’m certain it will happen and while I wait, I use my 20/20 spiritual vision to live the rich and abundant life He promised.

How about you? Instead of stepping into that rich life, you might be seated at the gate that’s not beautiful. It’s ugly, dark, and threatening. But when your hand is lifted up toward Jesus, all the asking, pleading, and begging ends. Instead, rejoicing begins because no matter the timing, the manner, or stage of healing, you know Jesus already took all your infirmities, your disappointments, suffering and heartaches to the cross.

And while you wait for His healing to be manifested, your strength comes back, your steps are on solid ground, and the praises from your lips will invite new confidence, new expectations, and boundless hope. That’s where the abundance of life begins.

Let’s pray.

Father, to the world I may seem poor, crippled or blind, but in You, I know I’m healed, free and praising You as I dance in the halls of joy.

What is your life begging for these days?

Bonus article on today’s topic.

Janet

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Janet Eckles Perez

Some say she should be the last person to be dancing. Her life is summarized in this 3-minute video: http://bit.ly/1a8wGJR

Janet Perez Eckles’ story of triumph is marked by her work as an international speaker, #1 best-selling author, radio host, personal success coach and master interpreter. Although blind since 31, her passion is to help you see the best of life.

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