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Accidental Dream; Part B, Not a Joke – April 1, 2017

First, let me backup and let you know, I don’t like animals.  In fact, I have not liked them since Jr. High as a general rule.  I don’t like their fur, my allergies act up, I didn’t like being kicked and bit by that horse when I worked at a horse farm for my first job, which still affects my hip and glute muscles to this day; I also didn’t like how I felt when my dog and guinea pig died; therefore, decided I never wanted to love an animal again.

As I got older, it less became about the trauma of my hip popping and difficulty sitting for long periods of time, or the pain of losing a pet, it became about not getting slobber on my suit pants, tears in my nylons or having my expensive pumps gnawed on.

That being the case, a dream of me loving and enjoying animals all over me, is out of character for me in the last 18 years – and it was wonderful!

My husband and I believe that the dream constitutes 24 months; each egg is a month.  We believe the first month is the month of April, with the chick representing Easter-time.  The remaining 24 months will bring blessings, in contrast to the last 24 months’ eggs being mostly broken.  We believe a raise is in my future with the goose representing some aspects of wage increase for either myself or both me and my husband.

The theme park, represents pleasure over the next period and with my new boss also living next to the theme park, it’s fair to say he’ll participate in making that happen with my work-life.

Now, lets see if that is what we interpreted correctly.  As so many things with Dear Holy Spirit, dream interpretations can be tricky, so here’s to me stepping out in Faith that the next 24 months will replace the broken months of the last 2 years, and the blessings will be multiple.

Accidental Healing during #TheShack; March 4, 2017

My husband and I had been seeing a fertility specialist.

It wouldn’t be much of a surprise to some of my closest family members that we had been seeking help in the fertility field, since I had not had  “full stop” since that awful visit to the ER where we discovered not only was I losing my appendix that night, but also our child, in a double emergency operative procedure.

That was back in July 2014 – it’s now spring 2017.

My husband was supportive of us getting fertility help, but with it came the widening sadness that so much in our life in the last couple years seems to come with exacerbated effort.  Anyone on the outside would be amazed, if not envious, of our highlight reel; on the inside, however, we had been feeling that, although we were blessed, it came with a cost and the cost of fertility treatments came with a “funding options” pamphlet that I folded neatly in my second-hand designer bag.

It took us a month to save up for the 20 blood tests they wanted to take, which concerned my husband.  He worried for me on the other side of several of those test results.  They were as expected, given there had been no visits from Aunt Flow in year(s); my hormones were not only dormant, but had apparently forgotten I was NOT in my mid-forties.

I had at least expected a call from my doctor to console me, but with technological advances, I received a text notification instead that she had prescribed a drug intended to “kick start” my system again.  In her expert opinion, the next phase was IVF-light, get some hormones going and the drugs were waiting for me at CVS.

I didn’t have the heart to pick them up.   It felt weird too.  I was scared.  I was a little hurt at God, even.  Not that IVF can’t be considered a God-thing, I mean, one of my best friends growing up had to use IVF and her family and church were all okay with it.  Frankly, if it wasn’t supported by the church, it may have spurned me to pick them up – I resist the little rebellion that occasionally rears its head now again that I’m through the “change” (who am I kidding, anytime).  Struggling to survive in a hostile(ish) work environment, struggling to lose weight, struggling to stabilize in a new city, find friends or a hairdresser even, … struggling to pick up a prescription was just one more struggle that I didn’t want to happen.  If God wanted us to have children, I needed a sign -Old Testament, Gideon-style sign.

Last night my spirits were particularly low after another exhausting blow with work.  My husband finally bent and said if we didn’t hear from God in the next two weeks, we should start looking for a new one.  Discouragement, on top of everything else, we were never going to get “healthy enough” to stabilize our lives for a family if there wasn’t some sign, some break through.

Today, my husband promised that going to the movie “The Shack” would lift my spirits.

I lifted an eyebrow, “lift my spirits, eh?”  Clearly he had NOT read the book.  For me, it had been awhile, and I don’t remember finishing it due to the premise of the first portion being too depressing for me to press on to the end.  That same premise my husband was going to make me watch through to the end. – “Yay...”

He made the right choice.

Through the movie, I started to make peace with God again; as ever faithful He is, “Papa” gave me a sign.

Aunt Flow came to visit.

My husband and I both cried.  I’m crying still.  Years, blood tests proving only modern medicine may be able to reverse the hormonal clock.

I never know when God’s going to bless, or how, but even in the bad times, I can trust Him to be faithful.

I was accidentally healed while watching “The Shack“.

 

 

Noah Accidentally on purpose built the Ark in the dry season; February 27, 2017

“Noah built the Ark in the dry season”.

My husband said this to me and it’s still resonating in my ears.

It’s logical, right?  You wouldn’t want to build an Ark in the rain- the logistics alone would be crazy; although, he would have had some help.  Instead, as one of the more perfect examples of faith, he and his family stood the test of ridicule to take the time in a drought to build the infrastructure that would not only save himself, but his family and humanity.

So why is it that modern Christians are afraid when these acts of faith are happening today?

Okay, maybe not “Ark”-level, save humanity type of faith, but faith enough to know that when my family heard God to get out of our business, to move and to start in a different direction; for my husband to go back to school and complete his CFA & CPA and Juris Doctorate; for me to go from one accounting position to the other until we felt He told me to hold; having faith that we heard God correctly.

Maybe I will never know why the members of our church were aghast that we donated everything we had to one of the members of our church because God told us to, and only moved when we felt we heard Him say to.  We, my family, are in a drought;  building our infrastructure that will save our family.

How many other members of the Church are in their droughts having to navigate between their faith and those that would discourage and disparage?

Maybe that’s an extension what faith is – it’s the trusting what’s unseen, even from those that have Religious and Spiritual commonality, knowing that what may be one man’s drought (now that we’ll never have Earth-ending flood from Heaven because He promised) may be another man’s rainy season that he’d already prepared for; being sure not to confuse God’s call to action for one, with God’s call to rest for another.

As for me an my household, we’ll build during this drought, have no doubt and serve the Lord.