JOY. MANIFOLD. EACH MORNING.

Because I was handmade. Because I was chosen to travel the wilderness. Because I am blessed to see the end of much as well as the victorious end of beginnings… I awaken to embrace just how thankful I am to be find an entire landscape of my life razed because a greater promise comes to be established upon a surer foundation within and around me.

Tearfully acknowledging there must be God-reasons so much of my life is starting again from ground zero… I am quickening in the realization that the most preeminent physician is presiding by my welcome and surrender. I am being intentionally broken in every physical and intangible place my Maker. I asked and wanted…and welcome more of this betterment process. Hurts everywhere but for better life later. So I give thanks for Resurrection more than ever as I continue to walk through humbling, resetting rehabilitation of my innermost being and physical one tooConsider how earthly doctors break to heal so that a ideal, proper human functionality can take hold and thrive by design. That has limits but THE I AM THAT I AM does not. In HIM, my potential is most capable of bearing full fruit. This excites and motivates me to see beyond the temporary to a profound, perfecting permanence. BEAUTY — BECAUSE BROKENNESS BRINGS LIGHT THROUGH.

I rejoice in this time of learning. I am blessed. I walk this way, never truly alone… unto greater promises through the pain which serves His purpose by my asking… BECAUSE I AM LOVED BY GOD. I am overwhelmed often in this meditative place before Him and burst forth into the unknown with JOY.

What a timely awakening for this RESURRECTION SUNDAY. Thank you ABBA YHWH for my YESHUA!

4. Beyond what I think

More and more, studies show that our heart sends more electrical signals to our brain, not the other way around… So how and how intensely we feel about what we deeply, truly believe, changes our entirety. Our hearts produce EMF. Our hearts are the body’s strongest electric field generator- 5000 times stronger magnetically than our brain (according to #drmarkhyman! Imagine how much of an impact we have on ourselves and one another… So I now so value my Father God who cared so much about the state of my heart and my emotions that He would speak to me in such a way to help me see a way forward to how He wants me to heal unto complete completeness. I share this today because it is a special week of celebrating miraculous life from Palm Sunday to Resurrection Sunday.

So, as you know form my last blog, I had the promise from that prophetic song that I would indeed overcome, but when here feels so far from there… what’s the bridge between the now and then?

As much as I believed and believe more as years go by that the mind is a most powerful mechanism to change our world, it can also get mixed up with striving by an ego-driven outlook to achieve and that was something I knew I could not intuitively afford in the precarious situation I felt I was in. I needed something beyond what I could muster on my own at the time and I much more than just practical answers of changing diet, lifestyle, and well…changing everything. I needed to know that doing all that it would take to heal in totality would be worth the who-knows-how-long process it would become. I got my uplift in what some would call the night watches.

Sleeping was never a forte for me and it was one of my first struggles to change my lifestyle for healing. I needed to get over the guilt over sleeping more than 5 hours as I felt there was always so much to be done and so much I could be doing instead of unproductive dormancy. I drove myself around the clock and even when I tried to sleep, it would often elude me until I starting taking medical-grade cannabis oil and suppositories for the anti-cancer benefits that I started to sleep a lot. But before that, I would toss and turn and then return to my computer to work… and one week morning, I felt that this notion of suffering through life matters wrestled with me until I came to terms and at peace with this :

In fact, once I finished this meme, I felt an instant release to be able to rest and I wandered into bed with a great sense of peace. And my next night visitation came and confirmed my sense that suffering can often be changed by a choice to be wielded for our utmost good. As I dozed I had this otherworldly sense of pure joy rise in my heart and core area… almost to the physical extent that I felt I was holding a big bouyant beach ball… I was nearly awake in this state of sleep stupor and in my deepest being, I knew I had received a big gift of strength through joy for the journey of choices before me. Then that beach-ball lowered into my core and into my being…a strange enmeshing I was wide awake to know it was not just my imagination. There is the unseen more real world that loves the world we can touch. To overlook this reality is a shame that I had done for much of my life.

In my humanness, I still pressed for more in my recurrent dismay that I needed a reason or many deeper reasons to keep on going when the last decade of living in obedience and trust of my Maker was relentlessly crushing and often devoid of much earthly reward. The answer I was sent surprised me. And it’s often when the spiritual message I receive is not logical to me that confirms to me that it is indeed not me, but from beyond my limited flesh.

Of course, the answers I get from God often come in times when my resistant conscious brain cannot protest very much and since my Creator God knows me well, I got a dream. In this very vivid dream, I saw myself at a table signing things for visitors. it was not headshots being autographed. They were books I was signing … they were books where my rescue pups were the stars… and this is the main thing–I FELT HAPPY. I actually felt something other than sad or mad or nothing. I felt something. I felt happy. This reminded me that happiness was a real palpable sensory experience. I had been without it for so long, this guided me toward a productive creative outlet that could keep the happiness going and growing in my life. How I felt awakened me out of sleep. That was it! I knew that I had a future that would include working on books about my pups even though it had been 6 years since my first charitable book about them.

This dream awoke me… that I could be–that I would be happy once more. That was what I really needed–that an all out fight to live would be worthwhile and that my life indeed has purpose and value…even more so perhaps because of this process of refinement. I held on and continue to hold onto that powerful dreamlike vision. I realized that I also needed more happy in my life overall. Don’t we all?

I was and still am quite happy (yes, HAPPY!) that God chose to answer my earnest pleas so sweetly. Thank you Abba.

3. Cutting…Truth

So, as you have read thus far, I am rather intense… I see things in black and white, yes and no, go or stop. Ironically, health matters are often NOT that cut and dry in real life. Cancer is particularly wiley in character and it is in the negative space lacking black and white that I chose and choose to fight, because it supports my absolutes while inadvertently scoffing at the minds of what has been established as sound doctrine in medicine. I don’t mean to be rude, but I understand that sometimes, my stubborn stand over certain matters can seem gruff and unreasonable. No offense intended, but it’s my life and I take full ownership of it … and someone’s best intentions won’t persuade me off my conviction! Stubbornness can be a saving grace, so thank goodness that this “attitude” can actually be a step toward healing! In my flawed ways, it certainly was at first.

I felt cornered and like a wild-eyed beast being preyed on while another attacker refused to let me breathe whilst that figurative knife stayed fixed to cut my throat and drain me of real life. Every M.D. who gave me all their reasons why I should just get rid of the cancer and the gland in which it was found probably saw my growing impatience and rage in my gaze while I politely declined. It’s kinda comical, actually…

After all that I had overcome in fighting to resuscitate a long suffering marriage, restore some brain health after an accident (which we will fully tie into this decade-long battle a bit later,) and struggle to fuel the hope by faith in my future, this did not seem fair. I kept hearing this from well-meaning friends and beloved ones–what kind of karmic flow was I experiencing that I had to pay for by fighting cancer (on top of everything else)?! When my soul was weakest and most wounded, this most sincerest of sympathies drove me to the woe-is-me pit. It felt so good for a few moments and then when I really thought through the logic of karma, it made no f-in sense and woke me from my depressive doldrums… Sure, many things can come through bloodlines and bad choices, but karma in this case, like a thyroidectomy felt too easy and obtuse an answer for me. F*** karma…and F*** any entitlement to whatever “fair” is or could be.

Until I knew where I was to be led with rooted, inner certainty, I found myself driven to keep my promise to myself–that I would win not just my bout with cancer, but every health obstacle that has tried to sideline me from my calling and life purpose in the healing process. I didn’t know how, but I knew this would be what would happen.

For those who believe in God and have a faith of some kind, this may make sense to you… The same year of my cancer diagnosis, I received a fitting word some call prophesy. I did not know what it meant at the time. I thought it was talking about my electrical injury, or plantar fasciitis, or my marriage… I was not sure, but the message was surely for me and one given in a place of peace and sweetness that I hungrily awoke to.

A voice had been singing over me one night that I recognize as one from the heavenly throne room of my Abba YHWH. Upon waking, I wrote it on my prayer white board: Hush now, this won’t be the first time you’ve overcome. It came upon such a beautiful melody that it harmonized my entirety of body and mind and emotions into a whole-being-brightness. So encouraged was I that I didn’t even care what it was referring to… when God speaks (or sings) to you directly, there is no greater gift but to be awed and bask in the moment. That was March of 2017. It was not until after my cancer diagnosis 7 months later that it seemed this prophetic song came fully alive. Even though I was crashing between overwhelm and complete numbness, I knew that somehow I would overcome. And that this attack on my life that felt like a knife to my throat would be neutralized. No, not just neutralized, but turned over in some triumphant fashion that would make all hell shudder. I knew so little, but I was certain of what mattered: “Hush now, this won’t be the first time you’ve overcome.” A forth-telling and foretelling of truth said in advance to secure my future of promise.