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100: Conquering My Mountain

Conquering My Mountain Leave the beaten track occasionally and dive into the woods. Every time you do so you will be certain to find something that you have never seen before. ~Alexander Graham Bell At age fifty, I found myself on a rocky path. I had just gone through a divorce, and I lacked self-confidence. I realized that I had consistently put other people’s needs and expectations ahead of my own. I remember looking in a mirror one rainy afternoon and seeing a tear-soaked, puffy-eyed shell of a person who no longer recalled who she was, what she loved to do, and what she was capable of doing. Back when I was in my early twenties, I looked forward to a life of adventure. I thought I might hitchhike across the country like my brothers did, scale mountains and swim in ice-cold streams in the stunning landscapes of the western United States. But when the time came to feed my soul like my brothers did, I shriveled in fear. Instead, I fed myself preemptive rhetoric like, I’m a girl, and girls shouldn’t be so adventurous. Something bad could happen to me. This went on throughout my adult years, when my adventures were confined to car camping. Not only did I avoid adventure, but I also held back from pursuing just about anything else I had yearned for in my youth.... (more)
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101: An Agoraphobic’s International Flight for Love

An Agoraphobic’s International Flight for Love Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakens. ~Carl Jung When two agoraphobics fall in love across an ocean, one is going to have to board a plane. I have agoraphobia, anxiety attacks, and depression, but on January 16, 2016, I found myself at Washington Dulles International Airport with a round-trip ticket to Heathrow Airport to meet a woman I fell in love with two years earlier over the Internet — a woman who loved me just as deeply in return. Daphne and I met on a website dedicated to helping people with chronic problems. Divorce, anger issues, or anything of the sort were fair game. She suffered from chronic fatigue syndrome, fibromyalgia, and agoraphobia. I lived in California; she lived in England outside of London. And from the moment we decided to video chat with each other, we fell in love and spoke every day for hours. This started in August 2013 when we were both twenty-nine. Neither of us wanted a long-distance relationship. The days, weeks, and months passed by with talks about how we’d start our lives together. Daphne was a painter and card maker who lived with her parents after a rough patch. While we awaited a miracle that... (more)
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1: Medically Impossible

Medically Impossible Miracles come in moments. Be ready and willing. ~Wayne Dyer I remember it was almost Christmas because carols softly played on the radio in the nurses’ station. I walked into Jimmy’s room. A small seven-year-old, he seemed dwarfed by the big, indifferent, mechanical hospital bed with its starchy white sheets. He looked up at me through suspicious eyes, hidden in a face puffed up from the use of steroids to control his kidney condition. “What are you gonna do to me now?” they seemed to ask. “What blood tests are you gonna order? Don’t you know they hurt, Doc?” Jimmy had a disease called nephrotic syndrome, and it was not responding to any therapy we had tried. This was his sixth month with the illness, his second week in the hospital. I was feeling guilty — I had failed him. As I smiled at him, my heart felt even heavier. The shadow of defeat had dulled his eyes. Oh no, I thought, he’s given up. When a patient gives up, your chances of helping that patient lower dramatically. “Jimmy, I want to try something.” He burrowed into the sheets. “It gonna hurt?” “No, we’ll use the intravenous line that’s already in your arm. No new needles.” What I planned I had... (more)
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2: The Miracle of a Precious Stone

The Miracle of a Precious Stone I miss thee, my Mother! Thy image is still the deepest impressed on my heart. ~Eliza Cook I should have been happier. It was two days before Christmas and I was driving alone on a country road in our small mountain community delivering homemade cookies to shut-ins. A light dusting of snow covered the barren cornfields, giving hope to every child who prayed for a white Christmas. I had spent the last couple of days with church friends, mixing dough, shaping date balls, melting chocolate, baking dozens and dozens of different Christmas cookies. We had covered every surface in my kitchen with cookies, laughing uproariously at our own jokes, singing off-key one familiar Christmas carol after another. Driving along the familiar roads that late afternoon, I was having a conversation with my Lord about the death of my mother four months earlier. We had had this conversation before, and each time God had provided a measure of peace. And yet, the same questions surfaced again and again. Why did my mother have to endure so many years of mind-numbing pain before her death? Why didn’t I have peace about where she was? I delivered all of my cookies, warmly greeting the shut-ins. Their homes were decorated with small white pines or blue spruce cut from... (more)