Love

A change has happened within me and I’m not really sure how it has come to pass.

“Faith goes up the stairs that love has built
and looks out the windows which hope has opened.”
~ Charles H. Spurgeon ~

looking out window blue sky white puffy clouds

Today I gave advice to someone who was having relationship problems and upon retrospection, I realize that I really have changed significantly. My advice was this:

“You can help him, but you have to be in control of yourself first. If you didn’t love him, you wouldn’t still be with him. You have left other relationships flat out regardless of the after effects. It is okay to love a sick and imperfect person.”

Aren’t we all imperfect? I think the answer is a resounding yes. Then I mentioned a couple experiences from my own life where I believe that God was able to use me to assist in bringing about miracles in other people’s life. I don’t think it happened because I’m some super great person, but it happened because I was willing to be compassionate and love someone the extra mile. It also happened because I was in the right place at the right time WITH the willingness to serve someone else in their time of need.

I do not believe it is chance that causes us to cross paths with each other. In my opinion, we serve a purpose and it is up to us to fulfill that purpose when it is presented to us.

Let me give you an example.

I wrote “Wheat, Gluten, Grain Allergy-Gluten Intolerance-Celiac Disease” which explained that I was diagnosed with a grain allergy. I also posted a photograph of my very inflamed, raw and rashy face. It wasn’t a photo I really wanted to share, but I hoped that if anyone else saw my face and was having the same problem, I could save them some time as they searched for the solution to their unknown problem.

Anyway, after publishing the post, I received an email from Kim Sands, a reader of my blog. Part of what she had written is as follows:

“You described exactly what was happening to me about your face swelling up, flaking and Prednisone being prescribed. I have been off all grain for 13 days and after 2 days I was a changed person. The ants are not crawling up my face!…This started almost 2 years ago and I have been on a cycle of Prednisone off and on for that time. Same thing, dermatologists called it contact dermatitis, so throw out all of your Chanel moisturizers!”

Needless to say, I was thrilled that something I wrote had helped Kim. It made all the effort I have taken in explaining my allergy worth it. Kim was going to seek help and point the doctor in the right direction.

So time has passed and recently I wrote, “Loneliness And A Lonely Rose Needing To Be Held, and this time Kim Sands posted a comment which in part reads as follows:

“…I am Kim Sands, the one who had the rash on my face that I will always owe to you for curing. Still rash free after finding out I was allergic to barley, buckwheat and rye….”

Kim reaffirmed that the diagnosis proved to be correct and she is feeling much better since she no longer eats foods that cause her to have the allergic rashy reaction.

Do you think all that was just a coincidence?

Writing is very enjoyable “most” of the time, but I really put a lot of effort into this blog. For the most part, I either write six or seven posts a week and each one has at least one photograph. I also take all the photographs for the blog and when I do a cooking tutorial, there could be twenty five photographs showing the steps of how to make the dish.

Although I enjoy writing “most” of the time, that should clue you into the fact that there are times I do not want to write. There have even been times when I thought about ending my blog and staying off all social media. But when push comes to shove, I keep on typing, sharing and laying my vulnerability out there for all the world to read.

Why?

I believe that this is what I am supposed to be doing and that I can help other people whether it is to teach them new recipes to enjoy, discover that they have grain allergies like me, that they are not alone in their PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) sufferings or that they can actually be “healed” from PTSD.

So do I think people who find me on the Internet and read something I’ve written that resonates with them or helps solve a problem is just a coincidence?

No, I don’t believe it is a coincidence.

The reverse scenario is also true. I have written posts when my soul was in agony and then one of you will write a comment or send me an email that makes me feel one hundred percent better. I even met my best friend, Joan, via the Internet.

The rest of the advice I gave the person who is having relationship problems was:

“Anyway, change your attitude and maybe there will be a miracle. I never thought Dad would humble himself and be a part of my life, but he did and he helped heal a huge hole in my heart that only he could heal.”

Can you believe I actually said, “change your attitude and maybe there will be a miracle”?

Like I said, a change has happened within me and I’m not really sure how it has come to pass, but I sure am glad that I feel an unusual peace. Actually, I feel extremely calm. I think a very important concept has finally soaked into my brain.

I can only control myself and as long as I take life one day at a time, everything will work out fine in the end one way or another.

Amazing.

My attitude is amazing.

I am filled with quite a bit of gratitude for this miraculous change within me.

Whoever said that an old dog can’t learn new tricks was apparently wrong.

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