The MM in me and scaling life's adventures with humor

When does it happen? When do our bodies begin to show signs of life stress? Sometimes I just keep going and become tolerant to the pain until I have something stop me in my tracks to make me refocus. Ministry can do that, can’t it?

What was it that has stopped me in my tracks? It’s a lump on my right breast and severe tissue damage. It is amazing how just those simple words bring your mind to focus on one area while the rest of the world around you moves in slow motion…almost to a blur.

In everything I have to find humor and I am so thankful God gave me a quick sense of humor and sarcasm because if I could not find humor it would be so easy to fall back into the pit that He rescued me from.

I often think of Mary Magdalene and what must have been going through her mind as she journeyed to the tomb that Sunday morning to prepare her Lord’s body. She saw Christ die, the very one who delivered her from the “demons” that encompassed her very way of life. It would have been so easy for her to fall back into the pit where Christ had rescued her from. No one truly knows what that pit was…maybe it was mental illness. Whatever it was is not what is important. What is important is not where she was, but that He had delivered her.

I can only imagine what her thoughts were that morning, “He said He would return…I must believe…He said it and everything He did was truth…I must believe His promise.”
Here was a Christ follower…do you think satan was battling her thoughts?

Satan does that, doesn’t he? Trying to devour you. Trying to pull you away…

When I felt the second lump the night of the OSU game…I was terrified (I could not remember the day when my doctor asked me. All I could remember was the OSU game and I had to call Matt away from it). Daily since then I have to remind myself of who I am in Christ and that He is my deliverer and He is in control…I have no desire to be.
I am not unlike Mary Magdalene, for I know He has taken the stone that was over His tomb and He has placed it over the pit I used to dwell in and I do not desire to return. If you look close into your own life…you too will see a Mary Magdalene.

Where is the humor that I talked about at the beginning? The severe tissue damage has been caused by my under wire. (I have been blessed into the double letters, thank you Grandma). So, we must “downsize”. We will be meeting with the surgeon after my tests on the 20th! I asked Matt if he was attached to them the first time we found a lump…because I am not. He said he was attached to me! Good answer.


Side bar:
For the first time in my life I had someone lay hands on me and pray…who was not my husband. It was during small group. We were in the midst of praying and all of sudden our dear friend came up behind me and began to pray. I am not a highly emotional person…my husband makes up for that. I tend to hold my emotion inside. (My counselor during my freshman year of college tried to encourage me to express my anger. I quoted some scripture at her which made her express her anger. I still have to chuckle about that. She is such a wonderful friend to this day).
As he prayed I began to cry. It was at that moment I felt the Lord's peace overwhelm me. I cannot explain it…but I do know this, our God is much, much bigger and stronger than the deceiver of this world.

“You, Angel, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is inyou is great than the one who is in the world.” 1 John 4:4 (personalized)