Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Surrounded




Last week was rough.  As if the side effects of the chemo weren't enough, I had to deal with financial decisions  and plans that needed to be made.  This week has shown gradual improvement, just in time to start chemo all over again next week;  such a lovely thought!  Last week, as I struggled to stay on my feet for more than thirty minutes at a time and watched life moving on around me, I was struck by how I was surrounded by so many people reaching out to me.  When things  seemed to overwhelm me,  I found I was surrounded by the love and prayers of saints from around the world, many whom I have never met, expressed in notes, calls and visits.  I also  found myself surrounded by family and friends bearing my burdens by reaching out to meet my every need providing meals and rides, sitting with me through chemo treatments and so many other practical things.  I can't begin to express how much all this working out of love means to me.

However, as great as the expressions of human love have meant to me, it also triggered my thinking on what else I am surrounded by.  If I only take time to look, I find I am surrounded by God's majestic, intricately made creation (Psalm 8 and 24).   How marvelous the thought that I don't need to fear even if those majestic mountains should quake and fall (Psalm 46)!  What a thought that the One who decked out the lily in all its intricate beauty cares more for me than that flower that no human being can replicate (Matthew 6:28).  I find I am sheltered under the shadow of His wings (Psalm 61:4, 63:7, 57:1) on the rock that is higher than I am (Psalm 61:2-4).  I am surrounded by His light and strength (Psalm 27), the constant presence of a God from whom I couldn't hide if I tried (Psalm 23 and 139).  The eye of God watches over me day and night (Psalm 33:18, 34:15) and His ears are hearing my cries and moans (Psalm 34:15).  When the pangs of death and the worries of this world threaten to overwhelm me, I can rest in the fact that the LORD is the strength of my life and my portion forever.  I am surrounded by His mercy (Psalm 32:10) and His steadfast love (which is mentioned more times in the Bible than I could ever list).

I was asked this past week, how I can maintain my hope in the midst of the knowledge of the cancer overtaking my body, the horrible side effects of chemo, and the uncertainty of life without a paycheck.  My answer was and is simple:  I can't!  No more can I produce a hope that will sustain me on my own, than I can  rid my body of the cancer or produce a paycheck without a job.  If it were up to me, I would be overwhelmed and life would not be worth going on living.  I cannot produce the God who surrounds me with His mercy and steadfast love.  I cannot snap my fingers and have that appear; I cannot decide to produce that and have it happen.  I am totally unworthy!  It is totally His love and His mercy to a sinner such as I, unmerited on my part, that sustains me.  I will never be able to comprehend it fully on this earth and look forward to the day I can understand it fully in heaven!  Once again my mantra that it is not my faith, but He who my faith is placed in who sustains me!
                                                           
                                                       And Can It Be that I Should Gain          
Charles Wesley, 1707-1788

And can it be that I should gain
an interest in the Savior's blood!
Died he for me? who caused his pain!
For me? who him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be
that thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be
that thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

Tis mystery all: th' Immortal dies!
Who can explore his strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
to sound the depths of love divine.
'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
let angel minds inquire no more.
'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
let angel minds inquire no more.

He left his Father's throne above
(so free, so infinite his grace!),
emptied himself of all but love,
and bled for Adam's helpless race.
'Tis mercy all, immense and free,
for O my God, it found out me!
'Tis mercy all, immense and free,
for O my God, it found out me!

Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
fast bound in sin and nature's night;
thine eye diffused a quickening ray;
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
my chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed thee.

No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in him, is mine;
alive in him, my living Head,
and clothed in righteousness divine,
bold I approach th' eternal throne,
and claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Bold I approach th' eternal throne,
and claim the crown, through Christ my own.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Strength in Weakness



Rambling thoughts as the first week of chemo is done!  I awoke at 3am and was pleasantly surprised to find that my extreme nausea had gone down to queasiness.  Then I decided to get up and face the day and realized that I was as weak as a newborn kitten;  no, I think even a kitten had more strength than I did this am.  I found it very frustrating to be able to get up for ten minutes and then have to collapse in the bed.  Now, I must admit that I should have been prepared for this being a former oncology nurse and having gone through chemo in the past (I must have been repressing it).  This was the correct day for the chemicals fighting the good and bad cells in my body to wreck their havoc and start dropping my blood counts.  It made me think on how helpless we are in our weakness.  I cannot make my blood counts go up, as much as I wish I could.   II Corinthians 12:10 came to my mind, a verse spoken about the thorn in Paul's side, but one that I think has meaning for me;  "For when I am weak, then I am strong."  This is a reminder to me that despite my human weaknesses, God's grace attains His purposes.   Then I was reminded in today's sermon on perseverance how trials remind us how dependent we are on the Lord.   "The Lord is very compassionate and merciful" as James 5:11 says, and I must never lose sight of that.

Strength equal to the day
(Theodore Cuyler, "Beulah-Land" or, Words of Cheer for Christian Pilgrims)

"Don't worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today's trouble is enough for today." Matthew 6:34

Faith does not shed tears over sorrows which may never come. God never made a Christian strong enough to stand the strain of today's duties--and all the load of tomorrow's anxieties piled upon the top of them. The apostle Paul himself would have broken down, if he had attempted the foolish experiment. We have a right to ask our Heavenly Father for strength equal to the day--but we have no right to ask him for one extra ounce of strength beyond it! Faith . . .
  carries present loads,
  meets present battles,
  feeds on present promises, and
  commits the future to a faithful God!

We should not penetrate into the secrets which tomorrow hides--if we could. It is far better to know Whom we trust, and that He is able to keep all that we commit to Him, until the last great day.

We cannot live on yesterday's meals. As the children of Israel gathered fresh manna every morning--so must we look upward for a fresh supply of heavenly rations for the day's march. The secret of happy days is not in our outward circumstances--but in our own heart life. A large draught of Bible taken every morning, a throwing open of the soul's windows to the precious promises of the Master, a few words of fervent prayer, a deed or two of kindness to the first person you meet--will brighten your countenance and make your feet "like hinds feet" for the day's march.


PSALM 146 was the inspiration for Isaac Watts (1674-1748) who wrote this hymn.

I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers.
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God! He made the sky,
And earth, and sea, with all their train.
His truth forever stands secure;
He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor,
And none shall find his promise vain.

The Lord gives eyesight to the blind;
The Lord supports the fainting mind;
He sends the labouring conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.

I’ll praise him while he lends me breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Sacrificial Taking



As your days--so shall your strength be. Deuteronomy 33:25

Today I started my first of five chemo treatments this week.  I survived.  God heard and answered the prayers that it might be done here in town and that it could be started quickly.  In fact, He went above and beyond as insurance is covering it despite the fact that I was told they would cover nothing.  I dread getting it, but since I have decided to do it would like to get it done and over with before the cancer progresses any further.  I will take it all this week then have two weeks off before the next treatment.  After the second treatment, I will go back to MD Anderson for my scans and evaluation.
This past week was a rough week as I waited for red tape to be gone through so I could start chemotherapy.  I also developed severe spasms in my leg and hip that make some things very difficult.   This has caused two issues:  a significant increase in pain and finding there are things I can't or shouldn't do.   I have a high pain tolerance, but the pain is aggravated by the fact that I hate the way pain medication makes me feel, so I  wait too long to take it.  That is something I am having to work through.

The more difficult problem is the issue of finding more and more things that I cannot do, or cannot do by myself.  For example there are times now that I cannot put the foot of the recliner down or pull my affected  leg up onto the bed without a severe spasm.  Sunday morning trying to get to church,  I ended up in tears of frustration as I could not get my leg up into the car without help.  Additionally, I am supposed to keep weight off of the left leg and so don't do well working on anything that requires standing for any length of time.   Those are only a few examples of what is changing in my life.  Fortunately I am blessed with a most wonderful family who look for things that need to be done before I even ask.  Besides taking over cooking,  household jobs, picking up things for me that require bending (including my leg at times) and a multitude of other things, they have rearranged my bedroom and living room to make things easier.  However, it is very difficult for me to accept help, and therein lies the problem. 

My family and friends know that I am rather determined...ok...headstrong, stubborn and independent.  In fact, I see some of you smiling and hear some of you saying that is the understatement of the year!  And you are right.  That trait has its good points as it has helped me to do some things in the past that I wouldn't have been able to do otherwise and helped me go through some very difficult times in my life.  However as I struggle down this path God has put me on, I am beginning to see that the trait can also allow me to slip easily into the sin of pride.  Put simply, I like to do for others and don't like others to do for me.   It takes humility to receive.  As the writer of Ecclesiastes says in chapter 3, To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven..  My season is changing and I am having to learn to humble myself to accept help, when it is something every particle in my being cries out against.

One of my very wise sons, who was recently married, had a talk with his Grandmother and myself the other day.  He brought up the fact that marriage is teaching him how important sacrificial love is in a marriage.  He talked about how his marriage is being strengthened as he and his wife practice that.  Then he proceeded to tell my Mother and myself that not allowing for sacrificial love only hurts relationships.  He also said that we both have had our years of giving and now it was time to willingly let them (the children) help us.  What a wise son!  It made me think long and hard about my attitude about letting others help me.  I don't usually think of it as pride, nor do I like to, but I believe that often it is.  That is a sin that I need to repent of, and I need to learn to humbly accept help when I need it.

The Bible often talks of sharing each others burdens, of giving to others and helping others.  I have always been a firm believer in that.  (I think one of the reasons people like the church I go to is because it is full of people who give of themselves to others.)  The verses that most impacted me as a teenager were from Matthew 7: 21-23, Not everyone who says to Me, "Lord, Lord, shall enter the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of My Father is heaven.  Many will say to Me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in Your name, cast out demons in Your name, and done many wonders in Your name?  And then I will declare to them, "I never knew you;  depart from Me, you who practice lawlessness."   God impressed upon me then that faith without works is not really faith at all:  that saying one is a Christian did not make one a Christian. 

This past week my family has been teaching me that there are things that I do have to change.  They are teaching me that it is wrong to be too proud to accept help.  They are helping me to enlarge our love and our relationship, and God is teaching me to be humble.  As I struggle with the changes in my abilities and look for new ways to serve, I also am  struggling to try to learn to imitate Christ, not only in His love, but in His humility.  May God help me do so.

“For they verily for a few days chastened us after their own pleasure; but he for our profit, that we might be partakers of his holiness.”—Hebrews 12:10
What God our Father wills is best. When He wills sickness, sickness is better than health. When He wills weakness, weakness is better than strength. When He wills poverty, poverty is better than wealth. When He wills reproach, reproach is better than honor. When He wills death, death is better than life.
As God is wisdom itself, and so knows that which is best, so He is goodness itself and therefore cannot do anything but that which is best; therefore remain silent before the Lord. 

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Grandma's Hope



I bless God as I have not one fear concerning death. The gracious, almighty Lord, who has so wonderfully granted me life to the present moment, will not forsake me in my last days.  Indeed, when flesh and heart fail, He will be the strength of my heart, and my portion forever!

When I was a young girl, my parents came home from the mission field partly to care for their elderly mothers and partly because the country was closing to missionaries.  My father went back for an extra year to make final preparations for the church to function on its own in a country that was becoming very hostile to Christians.  While he did that, my Mother cared for his Mother in our home.  Grandma Mahaffy had many medical issues and severe dementia.  I don't remember a great deal, but I remember the confusion, constant calling out, the physical problems and the restlessness.  I remember the great patience my Mother had with her and I remember my brothers helping to feed her and taking turns sleeping on the floor by her bed at night to make sure she was cared for and safe.  I knew death was close, and with childlike faith I prayed that God would allow me to be with Grandma when she died.  I never thought another thing of my prayer and months later came a day when I was very disappointed that my Mother would not allow me to play at a neighbor's house because I needed to help with Grandma.  Sometime later in the day, as I nursed my bitterness, I walked by her door to find it shut.  This rarely happened and when I tried to go in, my brother told me to stay out.  That order was rescinded by my Mother who told him to let me in.  What I found was my Grandmother being supported upright in the bed, with her mind perfectly clear and her face shining gloriously as my Mother and brother prayed and sang hymns to her as she passed to her heavenly home. 

I will never forget the look on Grandma's face as long as I live!  There was no doubt in my mind that she was entering her heavenly home.  This was my first remembered experience with death, and I have always felt that God answered the prayer of that little girl and allowed me to see the beauty of her transformation in preparation for my work as a nurse and as a wife to my husband as he died later in life.

In all my years of nursing, I have particularly enjoyed working with cancer patients and often cared for them at death.  My goal was to never let anyone die without someone there with them; thus many were the patient's hands that I held as they neared death.  In all those experiences I have always said, and will say to this day, that when death was upon a person, it was always clear whether or not they had faith in God's provision of a heavenly home.  God gives His peace in the time of death.  Of that I have no doubt.  As John Blanchard said, " So he (God) supplies perfectly measured grace to meet the needs of the godly. For daily needs there is daily grace; for sudden needs, sudden grace; for overwhelming needs, overwhelming grace. God's grace is given wonderfully, but not wastefully; freely but not foolishly; bountifully, but not blindly."

Ah, death is a subject we don't like to think about, but perhaps we should more often.  I believe my cancer gives me an excuse to blog about my random thoughts of death.  I know thinking of it makes me much more aware of what time I have left and my use of it, something I regret not focusing on more in the past.   As I was contemplating this on a recent night when I was up due to pain, I decided to look up all the passages in the Bible on death.  What I found was such a great comfort.

Of course, the classic is from Psalm 23, which you really can't pull just one verse out of.  I am rereading a book by Phillip Keller called A Shepherd Looks at Psalm 23.  It so enriches this chapter to see what a shepherd does for his stubborn, wandering ungrateful sheep and relate that to Christ who walks in the valley with us.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.  He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters.  He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,  I will fear no evil, for you are with me;  your rod and your staff,  they comfort me.   You prepare a table before me  in the presence of my enemies;  you anoint my head with oil;  my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me  all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

A promise from Isaiah 25:8;    He will swallow up death forever; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from all faces,  and the reproach of his people he will take away from all the earth,  for the Lord has spoken. 

From Amos 5:8 a description of what the One who made the constellations does with death;  He made the Pleiades and Orion; He turns the shadow of death into morning And makes the day dark as night; He calls for the waters of the sea And pours them out on the face of the earth; The Lord is His name.

My daughter recently shared a quote from Tim Keller, "Just as Job’s patience in suffering turned him into an example that has helped hundreds of millions of people, and just as Jesus’ temptations prepared him for his history-changing and world-saving career, so God’s Spirit leads us into our wildernesses for our good."    That reminded me of my all time favorite verses about death from Job 19: 25-27;  For I know that my Redeemer lives, And He shall stand at last on the earth;  And after my skin is destroyed, this I know, That in my flesh I shall see God,  Whom I shall see for myself, And my eyes shall behold, and not another. How my heart yearns within me! 


May my testimony always be that I trust in the knowledge that there remains a rest for the people of God and that I know that my Redeemer lives. May I proclaim, "O Death, where is thy sting!" That I know there is laid up for me a crown of life! And that when comes the time to walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will indeed fear no evil for His  rod and  staff will comfort me. Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord!  As Paul says in Romans 8:38, For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers,  nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. One day, He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”  (Revelation 21:4)


"Give me the wings of faith to rise
Within the veil, and see
The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be!

"Once they were mourners here below,
And wet their couch with tears,
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

"I ask them whence their victory came;
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to His death.

"They marked the footsteps that He trod,
His zeal inspired their breast;
And following their Incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest!

"Our glorious Leader claims our praise,
For His own pattern given;
And the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to Heaven!"

"There shall be no night there! They need no lamp nor light of the sun, for the Lord God gives them light. And they shall reign forever and ever!" Revelation 22:5

(Maria Sandberg, "Glimpses of Heaven!" 1880) While in this world, our weary bodies require the refreshment of sleep; and our merciful God has graciously given to us this sweet restorer of strength. Often we have retired to rest, overcome with fatigue and anxiety, perhaps distressed with pain--but sleep has taken away these feelings, and we have risen the next day in health and peace, to serve our God with joyfulness.
On a bed of sickness, this text has often been a source of comfort to the believer, "There shall be no night there!"

But there will be no night in Heaven, because there will be no need . . .
  of rest from labor,
  of relief from pain,
  of solace and refreshment under fatigue.
The former state of things will have fully passed away, and one eternal unclouded day will have dawned upon us! Our spirits will then be made perfect--and at the resurrection our glorified bodies will rise, no more to be a clog upon our souls' enjoyment.

A night of pain and wakefulness, is often a time in which God teaches His people. In the midst of active employment, the soul is not at leisure for reflection; and in the short periods devoted to retirement for prayer and meditation--the thoughts are often strangely distracted by what has gone before, or by the anticipation of coming events. But in a night of weariness and pain, there seems to be a rest from outward things; the soul is brought to a stand before God--it must think, it must reflect, it must examine itself, and ask if all is safe for eternity--if it is in Christ, if it is prepared to die.

Blessed result of pain--if led thereby to seek the Lord Jesus, and find rest in Him! Blessed result of pain--if led thereby to meditate on Heaven's eternal day of rest!

"There shall be no night there!" No wearisome hours of discipline--no learning the dark intricacies and windings of our heart, and the deceitfulness of sin. There shall be no night there--no night of error, no darkness of soul, no dark unbelieving thoughts of God, and of His ways; but all will be clear, bright and shining to all eternity! The way by which the Lord our God has led us, will then be seen. The retrospect will be clear--we will see that our path has been a safe and right one, and we will glorify our gracious God! "He led them forth by the right way, that they might go to a city of habitation." Psalm 107:7
(Maria Sandberg, "Glimpses of Heaven!" 1880)