Giving Thanks for Friends

Giving Thanks

Right now, I’m in the thick of a trial.  I didn’t see it coming.  I didn’t expect it.  I was not prepared for it.  Any given day, if you were to check in on me, I’d waver between two responses.  “I’ve got this” and “I can’t do this any more” volley back and forth.

I do have a friend who checks in on me almost daily.  I sent her a text message a few days back, just a quick thank you for riding along side me on this roller coaster ride.  She knows me so well that the actual sound of my voice alerts her to what kind of day I am having.  She notices the little changes that others might not even catch, for her they are a radar to my emotional state.

Perfume and incense bring joy to the heart,

and the pleasantness of a friend springs from

their heartfelt advice.  Proverbs 27:9

And then she will let me talk through it, whatever I am feeling.  She affirms me, or gets me thinking, or simply makes me laugh.

I am blessed.

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Hashimotos Thyroiditis – Update

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For those who have been following my Hashimotos journey, there is a little update.  My protocol that I’ve been adhering to is still working for me, but I still feel like I could feel better.

So, I’m going to be trying these 3 new supplements starting this week.  They arrived just today, so I’ll begin tomorrow.

If these work it should greatly reduce the number of individual supplements I’m taking (since these are blends).  But, there are some additional supplements in these blends I’ve not taken yet and do show up in a lot of my research.

In the Thyroid Adrenal Reset Complex there is magnesium, which currently I’ve been getting via magnesium lotion.  I have already been taking Bovine Thyroid Powder (instead of synthroid) but this TARC blend also has Bovine Parotid, Bovine Thymus, Bovine Adrenal Gland, and Bovine Spleen.  That all sounds super gross, ha, and I never thought I’d see myself taking all that.  But, if it will continue my progress of healing and getting back to my old self… so be it.   I have to laugh, because on the package it says “vegetarian capsules” but that is literally just the actual capsules.  If you are a vegetarian or vegan, this is not for you.  😉   And, there are some other new things in this that I’ve not taken before.  I grabbed this on Amazon.

In the T3 Conversion Booster, it has Iodine.  In my research, I have seen those who swear by the addition of Iodine and those who say avoid it.  I’ve been in the latter camp, just out of precaution.  We’ll see how this goes.  I am excited that this contains Ashwagandha root, which has been something I’ve been intending to add to my protocol but just didn’t want to take another pill.   Also equally interested in seeing how Rosemary extract & guggulsterones will impact my over all health.

In the Power B Complex, it contains a lot of the individual supplements that I was already taking.

The plan for right now is to stick with my natural thyroid replacement (currently taking Thyrovanz, just switched from Armor a few months ago) and take just these 3 other pills.  This would be a HUGE reduction from my daily pile.  It includes my Vit Bs, Vit D, Selenium, Biotin, Folate, Vit A, Vit E, Zinc, Vit C, and potassium that I was already taking in other supplements.

The TARC and T3 Conversion Booster are instructed at two times daily.  The Power B Complex is one time Daily.  So that means in the morning, I’d be taking just 4 pills!  Then, just 3 in the evening.  A HUGE REDUCTION.

I’ll report back how I’m feeling in a week.

Wrestling in the Desert

 

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And Jacob was left alone; and there wrestled a man with him until the breaking of the day.

Genesis 32:24

A few days ago, I watched over a young girl pacing in our yard wrestling with herself.  The inner turmoil of what she was facing was evident in all of her mannerisms.  She paced back and forth, torn between two directions.  If she went one direction… she was in full defiance to my direction but still maintained control over her life.  If she chose the other,  she would be giving up her own will and submitting to the will of the one who was trying to steer her in the right direction.

She paced.  She argued with herself.  She would glare in the direction she wanted to go, would pretend to not hear my voice.  She knew what she wanted to do, but understood it would come with consequence.  The battle was consuming her at times.  She kicked at the rocks, balled up her fists.  She screamed at me.  She cried.  She fought.

As I reflect on that day, now, I’m seeing a glimpse of what it like for the Father to look down on his stiff necked people.

Wars waging inside of us.  The flesh battling the spirit.  Looking at the pathway that gives us our greatest desires that come with some of the deepest pains, or the pathway where we submit and lay it all down at the foot of the Cross and surrender to God’s will.

She screamed at me, “I hate you.”

I replied back, “But, I still love you.”

No matter how many times we fall under the pressures of the flesh. No matter how difficult the trials and the tribulations are.  No matter how difficult it is to understand and comprehend the things that happen in this life.  No matter how many times in our wrestling with God we cry out “I hate you”….

The Father says, “But, I still love you.”

 

Broken Pieces

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Last night, I was on top of my game.  As I mentioned in an earlier post, we have some extra kids with us for the next few months.  One of my dear friends dropped off a meal yesterday afternoon… rotisserie chicken, homemade mac & cheese, salad, and cookies.  Just a day earlier someone from church had provided a bag full of fresh tomatoes and green peppers.  The kids were all home from school, and I prepped up a plate of chopped peppers and tomatoes to add to the salad.  I set the plate in the fridge, until I needed it later.   Right on schedule, I slid the chicken and mac & cheese into the oven to heat it up.  Tossed the salad into a bowl & went to the fridge to grab the plate of extra veggies.

CRASH.

As I pulled the plate out of the fridge, I knocked into a rock candy stick one of the kids put into the fridge.  In an attempt to catch it before it fell and broke, I haphazardly set the plate of veggies down … and then the plate slid before I could do anything to stop it.  It hit the floor and shattered.  We found pieces of the plate all over the kitchen.  It shot into the office off the kitchen, as well as out the other side of the kitchen.  Pieces of glass were found in the fridge, kitchen, office, dining room, and living room.

This was a shattering that is beyond repair.  I’ve not ever seen something break into such tiny pieces before.  So much so, that we have told all the kids to wear shoes the next few days until we are certain all the pieces have been swept up.

Sometimes we focus so much on encouraging people that they can repair the broken pieces that we forget that there can be a shattering that is beyond repair.  Things can’t go back to the way they were.   In those cases it can be easy to focus on how broken things are, to beat ourselves up over it, to mourn deeply over the inability to fix it…. to the point where we can’t even comprehend that God may have something entirely new for us.

I’m not suggesting that God is the cause of the shattering, but rather in the midst of cleaning up all the broken pieces…. you are not alone.

When the plate hit the tile, the sound was frankly incredible.  It was so loud, and almost thunderous.  My husband came running in to the room to see what happened.  He saw me sweeping it up, and he took the broom from my hands and said “I’ve got this.  Just worry about dinner.”

When the pieces of your heart are broken, scattered about, God says “I’ve got this.”

 

 

It’s Not Supposed to Be this Way

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Recently, I’ve been reading through a book where an author shares about a circumstance that affected her life and how God worked through it.  A common tagline that has risen from those who are reading the book is “it’s not supposed to be this way”.  I am not really sure that I know of a single person who hasn’t experienced an “it’s not supposed to be this way” moment to a certain level.  Some more severe than others.

Sometimes you get to watch the navigation of two different families experiencing the same “it’s not supposed to be this way” moment, but from opposite sides.

Emotions run high.  Everyone is feeling stress.  Some more than others.

Sometimes these situations require wading through the muck until things settle or resolve.  Others require action.  It’s so important that no matter what YOUR “it’s not supposed to be this way” situation is that you take your steps under the cover of prayer; and in His timing not your own rush to get it over with or sluggish attempt to avoid dealing with it.

Then, grab a journal and start writing it all down.  Get all the thoughts and feelings out.  Take your time writing through it, you may even need to come back to it a few times and add more details, feelings, etc.  Also, take some time away from it.  You may find once you have purged it all you will feel better, or that the distance has given you a new lens to view your thoughts with renewed clarity.  Then pray again over whether you are being called to let this event go, or to act… and also when is the right timing.

Change, Chaos, and Willingness

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This picture very much represents my daily life at the moment.  Feeling a bit out of sort, disheveled, walking around in a bit of a haze.

You see God can come in and turn your life completely upside down in a flash.

Not that long ago, we were a family of 5.  Now, at least for an undetermined season, we are a family of 7.

I was out of town when my husband called to inform me that 2 children would be coming to our home.  It was 830pm.  By 10pm background checks were complete.  By midnight, our home was toured and photographed.  Each of us interviewed.  The pantry and refrigerator inspected.  At 2am, I walked through Walmart in a haze trying to find inflatable mattresses, bedding, pajamas for two children whose sizes were unknown, and toiletries.  4am another phone interview, and then our heads hit our pillows for a short two hour nap.  At 6am they arrived.  We welcomed them in, spoke with the case worker, and set them to bed.

After a few hours, we were wide awake and trying to get our bearings.  There were multiple trips to Walmart over the next 36 hours as we discovered what items were still needed.  We learned about what foods they liked to eat, and beverages they liked to drink.  Within the first week, we experienced our first over several melt downs.

A sassy, strong willed 7 year old girl.  A smart, polite 14 year old boy.

It is amazing how much 2 people being added to your home will change everything.  Your schedule changes, as you accommodate two more who need to shower and get ready in the mornings.  Your grocery shopping changes because you learn quickly that a 14 year old boy eats far more than you anticipated.  Every other day laundry becomes daily.

I thought I was doing ok, really.

Until I walked into church that Sunday morning for our women’s discipleship group.  One of the ladies who had not been clued into our sudden change in family asked me:

Is everything ok?  You don’t look ok.

Yikes.

Then another woman informed me that my zipper was down.

Nice.

I’ve watched my immediate and extended family rally around us.  I turned to my closest friends, who are praying for these children.  I praised God for answering the prayers I didn’t even know I needed to pray for.

We are often asked what is going to happen next, or how long the children will be with us.  We really don’t know.  We are taking each day as it comes, addressing each hurdle as it presents itself.  We are trusting the God who ordered creation to order our steps.  We are trusting in His plan, His love for us, His love for these children.  He is a good, good Father.

When someone learns of our choice to take the children in to our home, we are met with:

It takes a special person to do what you are doing.

We are not special.  Truly.  Just that very evening over dinner, the topic of fostering children came up.  I said, “I am not sure it is something I could do.”

But God.

Within hours of those words falling from my lips, the Lord was showing me that His ways are greater.  Your will, Lord.  Not my own.

We are not special.  We were just willing to answer the call.

Love & Law

We lose love when we get caught up in the law.

But avoid foolish controversies and genealogies and arguments and quarrels about the law, because these are unprofitable and useless.

Titus 3:9

The Pharisees accused Jesus of breaking law when he was observed healing on the Sabbath.   They were so caught up in observing the law that they lost their ability to have empathy and compassion for those who were suffering and could be healed.

This is not to say that the law is something we don’t need to be concerned about, that we just toss it aside.  However when we get so focused on keeping the law that we lose our ability to love others, the law becomes a stumbling block.

“Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?”  Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’  This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’  All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.”

Matthew 22:36-40

When God created the commandments, they were created out of love for us.  He wanted the best for us.  To make rules without love being the foundation would be contrary to the character of God.

We must be mindful that we do not get so caught up in the enforcement of the law that we lose love in the process.