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A Good Friday Thank You…
I realize that this won’t post until Monday, the day after Easter. But, I decided to write this blog anyway. The idea came to me this morning, Good Friday. I will have my editor post it on Monday, the day after Easter.
Like I do every day, I spent fifteen minutes of quiet time. This is my alone time to plan my day. I thanked the Lord for another day of hope, promise, opportunity and success. A day to receive, live and speak the Gospel. I was in a quandary what next week’s blog topic would be. And then it happened. The Holy Spirit led me to the theme for the week’s blog.
It actually started on Holy Thursday. My husband Ed and I went to a special Easter luncheon at our church. The Pastor’s topic was, THANK YOU. Not giving thanks, but the two words, THANK YOU.
This was food for thought. I started to think how lazy, we’ve become in giving thanks. Today, we do everything over the internet. We send a typed thank you note. We send cards of all sorts. We even write our letters on the computer. Little is done, any longer the old fashion way. By hand.
And, we often thank God in a sloppy, lazy manner too. But, I wanted to do something about saying THANK YOU to God the Father for giving us life.
Just saying THANK YOU, didn’t seem enough. I needed to THANK God the Father for sacrificing His only Son. It was when Jesus was nailed to the cross that brought forth our redemption. And this message made me think about my own life.
God has a purpose for everyone.“But I have raised you up for this purpose. That I might show you my power. And that my name might be proclaimed in all the earth.” (Exodus 9:16).
God’s purpose is the one that lasts. Each of us are born with a purpose and a calling. We have the opportunity to discover it or completely miss it. The influence of the Holy Spirit gives us insight to His purposes for us.
I thought back over my life. Like most of us, we’ve gone through stages. I don’t often think about dying. But, this morning, I did. God the Father gave me life. He chose me for a reason. I have a purpose to fulfill here on earth until the Father calls me home.
So, phase one of my life was to be the best kid that I could be. Especially as a child, hard times can make it difficult to see God’s purpose. Often times, we don’t want to see that God is working our difficulty for our good. But, with the mindset that God is working things out for us, things don’t seem so bad.
In my case, I found it hard being a kid with a disability. But, the Lord and His purposes are perfect. Yet we are not. Doubts and fears can keep us from living out the purposes that He has established for us.
Even as a child, I reached out to God. The more I learned about God, and prayed to Him, I became stronger in my trust. I started to see His purpose for me. God longed for me to start on the pathway to the life He created for me.
In Ephesian 1:11, “In Him we were chosen according to His plan. And in conformity with the purpose of his will.”
As I got older, I started to understand that I was born by His purpose and for His purpose. But, I still struggled to understand my disability. I had questions. How could I live a successful life as a person with a disability? I kept looking within myself to find the answer.
But, I didn’t create myself so how could I have the answer? It was God who directed my life. That’s when I began turning my concerns over to Him. After all, I couldn’t start the phase with the focus on me.
My disability continued to weaken me more. I started seeing miracles happening. They may have been small, but there were still miracles. My artistic talents grew and developed beyond my wildest dreams. I loved my work and delved into it with deep passion.
I felt alive because God willed me to live. I had my share of setbacks. I even turned my back on God. I went through a failed marriage. But, two beautiful children were His gift to us. Life didn’t make sense. And all roads came to dead ends.
I seemed doomed to be a failure. But why? How could a life that was so good, turn sour? I had strayed away from letting God use me for His purpose. I liked being in control. But, it says in Romans 8:6 vs. 8, “God isn’t pleased when ignored.”
I was smug. I knew I could find success if I put my mind to it. And I did, by the world’s standards. I had climbed my way to the top. I was a successful Director for a non-profit. I was well known in my community. And yet, I still missed the purpose that God created for me. In Mark, 8:35 it says, “Self-help is no help at all. Self-sacrifice is the way, my way, to saving yourself, your true self.”
I still couldn’t figure out what was not fulfilled in my life. Wasn’t I sacrificing a lot by having a muscle disease that was taking away my quality of life? I had a quantity of material things, but my heart felt starved and empty.
The next phase came without much warning. I spent the next fifteen years fighting three bouts of cancer. I prayed. I bartered with God. I wanted to give up on life. And I gave up on God. I wasn’t thinking about Jesus, my savior. I was thinking of me. Poor me…
But God wasn’t giving up on me. He sent the Holy Spirit through my husband to shake me up. He wasn’t through with me. Not yet, and neither was my husband. He said, “I know you have to do the work and go through the steps to rid the cancer. But, I’ll be with you every day, and we’ll get through it together.”
I knew it was Jesus talking to me. I was ashamed of myself for wanting to throw in the towel. My suffering was miniscule compared to Jesus’ suffering.
I learned through some Bible passages that God uses the disabled for His glory. God uses a disability to show His awesome love for all creation and to help us imitate His love. God allows things to happen for good reasons. God uses people with disabilities to inspire and advance to His kingdom.
People take things for granted. Like, getting dressed. Combing your hair. Picking up an object that’s fallen to the floor. Driving a car. Going shopping alone. Even feeding yourself without dropping food on the floor.
There are people who are blind who see better than people with eyesight. There are people who are deaf who can hear better than people with good hearing. Our momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory. And that outweighs the perfect body. God remains perfect, good, loving, kind, and just.
John 9:2-4 “Rabbi,” his disciples asked him, “why was this man born blind? Was it because of his own sins or his parents’ sins?”
“It was not because of his sins or his parents’ sins,” Jesus answered. “This happened so the power of God could be seen in him.”
So, on to the next phase of my life.
Proverbs 3:5–6 “Trust in the Lord with all your heart And do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He will make your paths straight.”
I threw speculation out the window. There was no more theorizing, conjecture or guessing games. I went straight to the man who sat in the driver’s seat of my life. I asked the Creator of my life. The Bible said. “God’s wisdom goes deeper into the interior of His purpose.”
Revelation! I needed to hear God’s words. After all, He was the source of my purpose. God thought about me before my conception. He chose everything about me right down to the color of my eyes and hair. He chose my gender.
I was not a mistake. God chose my parents. I was conceived in His mind. He custom made my body just the way He wanted it. He predetermined my natural talents. He knew me inside out. He planned the days of my life in advance. And only He knows the circumstances and the moment of my death. And He chose my purpose.
God had a plan in creating me. He never does anything by accident. And He never makes a mistake. God’s motive for creating me was His love. God made me so He could love me. Because God is love.I no longer drift through life without a purpose. The Holy Spirit guides my way through each day. And Jesus walks with me through my day.
Once upon a time, I was a student. And then I became a mother. And then I was an artist because that was my purpose at the time. But then that purpose changed and God sent me back to school. He had many wonderful things planned for me that required a higher education. He also planned an early retirement because of more health issues.
The Lord was a focal point in my life now. But He knew I would soon need someone to be my caregiver. And that’s when He introduced this wonderful man into my life. And we married. So now we are a blended family of five children and six grandchildren.
My physical abilities have deteriorated. I no longer can use some talents that were on loan to me by God the Father. But He has a new purpose for me now. I might be living the final chapter of my life. I don’t know. But, what I do know is God has more for me to do. He’s not finished with me yet.
So, I’m off to yet, another phase of my life. I’m grateful for my relationship with Jesus. I’m grateful for my life. The Holy Spirit has gifted me with words. I write two weekly blogs. My general K. Lorraine blog, also known as ‘My Funn Stuff.’ And a new blog. I love my work…
‘No Shoes Required.’ This is a new concept blog. A blog, especially structured for women with disabilities. It’s a sharing & learning web blog. I hope you take the time to take a look. You don’t need a disability to have fun. Most women love fashion. I’m a self declared Fashionista. And, I believe that I have my heavenly Father’s permission.
So, in this new phase, my instructions are to pound on the keyboard. And click my mouse until my fingers no longer function. And then, well, I’ll just have to wait and see.
You can read more of work by visiting my website. http://klorraine.com. Follow me on Twitter, Facebook and Goodreads. My books are available in the Amazon e-book store. Createspace. Goodreads. Barnes & Noble and the K. Lorraine website.
Until next week,
We’re in the throes of the Easter Season
For many people, Easter is about Easter egg hunts, the Easter bunny, candy, and new clothes. But that’s not what Easter is about. The true Easter story begins at Christmas. The Christmas story tells how God sent Jesus to this earth as a baby. Jesus was not only a man, but also God in human form. As Jesus grew up, He never sinned, which means He never displeased God.
Jesus knew that everyone else did sin. We all sin when we do things that offend God. Because of sin, we deserve to spend eternity without Him. But, God loves us. So, He sent Jesus to show us the way to spend eternity in heaven with Him.
Jesus didn’t deserve to die. But He died to take the punishment for our sins. This was His mission. Even though God had rescued them over and over, they didn’t believe He would help them. They chose hopelessness instead of faith, and they dishonored God’s name.
In answer, God instructed Moses to make a bronze snake and place it on a pole. People who were bitten and looked at the bronze snake were healed.
Jesus referred to this incident in reference to His own mission. He said that He would have to be lifted up in the same way that Moses lifted a snake in the desert. Jesus would be held up on a pole (the cross) so people who believed in Him could have eternal life (John 3: 14–15).Three days later, God the Father, brought Jesus back to life. If we believe and trust in Jesus to forgive us from our sins, we’ll go to heaven to be with Him when we die.
What does the number 3 signify?
There are so many more accounts in the Bible that the number ‘3’ appears in.
Jesus received the baptism of John the Baptist at 3 o’clock in the afternoon. He died on April 3 at 3 o’clock in the afternoon. And He was resuscitated 3 days later at 3 o’clock in the morning.
On the image of the Holy Shroud, we see a casting of blood in the form of a’3. The face of Jesus is a testimony of His death. The Holy Trinity, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, participated in the sacrifice of Jesus.
By three times in his last speech to the apostles, Jesus prays that they become One like He and the Father are One.(John 17, 11-23)
The three great temptations of Jesus in the desert. (Luke 4: 2)
By three times in the Gospels, Jesus announces his passion.
Joseph and Mary lost the Jesus Child during three days, to finally find him at the Temple. (Luke 2:46)
Jesus fell three times when carrying his cross.
The three witnesses of the Transfiguration of Jesus: Peter, John and James. Those are the same apostles who were witnesses of his agony.
The three persons crucified on the Calvary, symbolized the three manners to accept the cross. (Jn 19,18)
The three hours of darkness on all the earth, from midday to three o’clock, when Jesus was nailed to the cross. (Mt 27,45)
By three times the apostle Peter renounces Jesus and by three times also he affirms his love for Him. (Lk 22,56-65; Jn 21,15-19)
The three terrestrial witnesses: the Spirit, the water, the blood. (1 John 5: 8)
The three theological virtues: the Faith, the Hope and the Charity.
The three attributes of the Christ: I am the Way, the Truth and the Life.
For Christians, Easter is the time when we remember what Jesus did for us—He died for our sins. He came back to life. And He is now waiting for us in heaven!
The word “Easter” does not appear in the Bible.
On Easter Sunday, Christians celebrate the resurrection of the Lord, Jesus Christ. It is typically the most well-attended Sunday service of the year for Christian churches.1 Corinthians 15:3–8
“For I delivered to you as of first importance what I also received. Christ died for our sins in accordance with the Scriptures. That He was buried. That He was raised on the third day in accordance with the Scriptures. And that He appeared to Cephas, then to the twelve. Then He appeared to more than five hundred brothers at one time, most of whom are still alive. Though some have fallen asleep. Then He appeared to James, then to all the apostles. Last of all, as to one untimely born, He appeared also to me.” English Standard Version of the Bible.
We know that through His suffering, Jesus, God’s only Son, paid the penalty for the sins of the wholeworld. Including yours and mine. On the cross, Jesus voluntarily bore our sins.
He laid his life down for us. He demonstrated the greatest act of love. He reconciled to God. He died to sin. He died for our sins. He became sin. He finished the atonement. He reconciled all things. He cancelled out our sin debt. He redeemed us.
Jesus responds to the positive things that happen to come his way. He minimizes the negative things that happen. What you pay attention to grows. What you ignore might as well not exist. And He has set forth clear ideas about who He is and what He wants us to do with our life.
When it comes to fulfilling your life purpose, you have to dig deep inside your heart. A power much greater than yourself created the world and everything in it. Our natural tendencies and talents are gifts from God The Father. It’s our job to discover the things we love to do.
It’s within God’s plan that we fulfill our Life Purpose and Mission. He wants us to embrace our mission as a person who dedicates himself to the happiness of God and others.
The grave stone rolled away and the tomb was empty. Men and women today testify that the risen Christ has changed their lives. “He is not here. He is risen. Thanks be to God.”
’ God, we rejoice in your power that raised Christ Jesus from the grave. Because He lives, I too live. I live today in gratitude for the empty tomb.
A New Year’s resolution is a tradition for most. A person makes a promise to do an act of self-improvement or something nice. I’ve given thought to my personal resolution for the New Year.
First of all, I’m going to focus on the enjoyment of life. Ed and I are not getting any younger. So, I want to spend more quality time with him. Travel and antique shopping, (hunting) is our favorite thing to do. We’re back in New Mexico and hope to revisit many New Mexico sites during the year.
I was just interrupted by the news that Carrie Fisher died at the age of 60. It brought back the memory of when I met her. I lived and worked in Midland, Michigan. I worked as the Public Relations person for the Center for Independent Living. She (Carrie) performed at the Center for the Arts, and I had the chance to attend her performance.
Carrie Fisher’s death, due to heart failure opened my eyes to my own life. I was recently diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure with Unstable Angina. The sadness I felt for the loss of an icon, changed the way I thought about the rest of my life.
Ed and I returned to Roswell, New Mexico this past June. We moved back into the house we built in 2005, but this time, we decided the desert would become our forever home. The city has grown, yet it was familiar to us. We reconnected with some old friends. And others were now gone.
The following piece is a small excerpt of an article I wrote in 2015.
The Formula for Aging…
Dependent… in the beginning of life.
Middle of life… all the stuff that made me one of a kind.
Dependency… Equals The End.
Rewinding is going back toward the middle. The middle is where all the stuff that makes us unique and one of a kind is warehoused.
The aging process for someone with a chronic illness is like going back in time. It’s like rewinding from our adult independence and becoming infants once again. But what happens when the fittest become the frailest? And that self-reliance becomes a mandatory dependency?
Babies enter the world with only one power: the power to elicit the emotion of tenderness and a caring response to them from other humans. Babies depend on their caretakers and the society in which they develop. It is the stuff that makes us human.
* A baby may cry when he needs the help of someone.
* An infant cries because it’s their only way to communicate.
* Babies cry when they are hungry.
* Sometimes babies cry when they are in need of a diaper change.
* If a baby is tired and needs comforting, he may start to cry.
Help Me… I’m old.
The aged are sometimes virtually immobile. They cannot creep, walk, or speak, and they are limited in the ability to act with purpose. At the end of life, the dependent aging of the world has only one power. The power to elicit the emotion of tenderness and a caring response to them from other humans.
Life can be overwhelming for aging adults.
When the aged engage in behavior that is like a child, they can feel like their world is turning upside down. When you are parenting an elderly person who becomes ill, dependency becomes a ‘given’. Society has to manage many disjointed feelings and identities. It’s strange how we all know we will get old, but nobody prepares oneself to handle the cascade of losses.
Why did I include this piece about aging? It brought to mind a bucket list of things I’ve not yet fulfilled. Lady Justice, and the balanced scale of life, has not yet balanced my life. I’ve accomplished a lot, and I’m thankful for each new day, but, there is still a lot that I’d like to finish.
Something I want to do is getting right to the point. I want to learn how to say what I need to say and move on.
I think that short eBooks are becoming a trend. People are busy–and getting busier by the days. They look for a quick read.
People like instant gratification–a short eBook can give them that. People are sick of “fluff”. Short E-books that make a point quickly. They get to the good stuff right away.
Amazon is catching on to this emerging trend. There are now a variety of “Short Reads.” Categories for books ranging from a few pages to under 100. My ‘Me Time short stories’ are a perfect example. I have some quick reads on Kindle E-books. They are less expensive too.
I don’t believe in setting a specific word count for a book. I think a book should be as long as it needs to be. Some books need more words and pages, and some need less. There’s no point in stuffing a book with extra words that don’t need to be there. I prefer to let the readers decide.
I sat down and began to write my goals as a writer for my New Year’s Resolutions.
*I plan to remind myself that I am a great fiction writer. Positive thinking is a good thing.
*Bad habits are hard to break. I have a lot of bad habits as a writer, but I’ll always study the craft of writing and try to improve what I write. I’m not likely to ever change.
*Regardless that I don’t… I’ll convince myself that I have millions of readers all over the world.
*Instead of saying that my plans are to be a best selling author; I will reinforce that I am a best selling author.
*I am creating my dream writing life.
My 2017 writing goals are:
· To write a WEEKLY BLOG
· TO PUBLISH A MONTHLY SHORT STORY E-BOOK
· TO GET MORE OF MY BOOKS ON THE BARNES & NOBLE BOOK SHELVES ACROSS THE COUNTRY.
The following are titles, (subject to change) of books to publish in 2017
January: ‘Simply A Musing’, (A collection of stories I wrote through my inner Muse
February: Love Stories (A collection of love stories written over several years)
March: Broken (The original book, ‘Overcoming’, rewritten)
April: The Traveling Dingleberries (Walter & Katy Shuster)
May: Poetry in Motion (Reissued)
June: adult coloring book (Reissued)
July: THEM (TerrAmouran Human Exceptional Many – alien theme)
August: Spog Collection (children’s book)
September: Apache Sheriff
October: Snuggles Bedtime Stories (collection of fairy tales)
November: My all time favorite 2017 Blogs
December: Cahlil (Novel of the year)
My fortune says that 2017 will be an amazing year. And that I have a wise head on my shoulders. It will be full of pleasant surprises and excellent memories. It will propel me towards the success that I’ve dreamt of. And it will help me fulfill my ambitions in ways I did not think possible. It will be a great year and for me, and it will be life changing.
Yes, I have been through a lot this year, and emerged stronger on the other side. These words reflect my inner strength. I believe the resolution for 2016 will reward me with much happiness in 2017.
My spiritual life is my guiding life. I have a lot on my plate, but I plan to complete my goals. Growth is good and I plan to succeed as God walks with me through the year ahead.
Thank you for reading blog about the ‘2017 year in the life of author, K. Lorraine’
HAPPY NEW YEAR…
Is it CHRIST–mas or Commerce-mas?
Nothing can top the Christmases of my youth. It was a much simpler time then. Today, kids grow up too fast. All the toys are electronic or made in ways that stifle the creative, and wholesome minds of children.
Just yesterday, on Facebook, an ad posted a Happy Hour toy bar set. Three young kids were pretending to be patrons. “Step up to the bar and order your favorite drink,” the caption said. The picture on the box depicted a child who looked about three years old. On his face was a grimaced smile. His eyes appeared shifty. The two patrons sitting on the bar stools looked about the same age.
But, what caught my attention was the kids were holding a beer bottle in their hands. I read the description on the box. The wording reads: This toy set contains a pretend bar, two bar stools, and beer bottles. The toy was for children ages three and up. I read it more than once because I was sure this must be a joke.
Two FB member left comments. The first; “Introduce your children to their first year in college.” The second said, “More like, introduce your kids to high school.” Another comment said, “For aspiring bartenders.”
Sorry folks, but I didn’t think this was a laughing matter. I’m a mother of two adult children in their forties. In fact, my daughter made the comment about introducing your kids to college. It appalled me that a reputable toy company would produce this kind of toy. What does this say to our kids today? Would a three, four or five year old even understand the concept of an adult bar?
Children’s story books are different now too. My sister says, “You need to appeal to what kids want. And they want Transformers. They want anything electronic. A good old fairy tale doesn’t appeal to the masses any longer.”
Well, I remember the Golden Books. I remember the Disney characters of Donald Duck and Pluto.
My occupation is writing books. I have many published books. I write books for adults in different genres. I write books for the young child too. My stories have characters that are fun to read about. The storyline is a plot that their young minds will understand. I write about Lego blocks. I write about a boy and his Teddy bear looking for Santa’s house. I write with words that paint a picture. I urge you to go to my website http://klorraine.com and visit the library of books that I’ve written.
And now let me rant a moment on the battery operated ride on cars. There is a Barbie car and a Jeep. Military ride-able cars. Fancy, high end automobiles. I can only image that there are other styles I’ve over looked.
My question is, what has happened to bicycles that the front and rear wheel turn by using healthy muscles? I remember going to my grandmother’s house. The activities she planned to occupy us were fun things.
She picked up appliance boxes and provided us with crayons and scissors. My sister and I were about ten and twelve years old at the time. Today, a child of that age would laugh at the idea. But, we used our creative minds. We made cars made from the cardboard boxes. We usually made convertibles. But I remember an instance where we put two boxes together to make a hardtop sedan.
Kids today have Ipods, Ipads, computers, cell phones and who knows what else… Television wasn’t even an option for most of us who grew up in the 1950’s. I’m all for progress and technology, but, I’m not for growing up before your time.
Is there any wonder why there is so much youth crime and violence? They skipped over a childhood who ‘wished upon a fairytale star’. They’d never heard of Lassie. And who are the Lone Ranger and Tonto?
I’m sure the biggest majority of you who will read this blog will say, “You’re a mean one, Mr. Scrooge.” And others, perhaps will agree with me. I wrote this piece provoked from television toy ads and Face Book postings.
We live in a world of over rated toy advertisements that flood our children’s minds. Get 15% off when you buy two or more toys! And as parents, we want our kids to be happy. So we go into debt buying the high priced must-haves that often end up in yard sales. A market economy is what keeps the manufactures happy and makes the world turn on its axis.
Do we live any longer on modest means? Stop the product worshiping. Instead, find your way back to the true meaning of Christmas.
A child has come forth to save mankind and for us to glorify HIM and pray
Behind this glorious day, completes the greatest story told
You who are faithful… we give HIM gifts of frankincense, myrrh and gold.
Joseph and his wife, Mary, did listen to the angels sing
Earth rejoices with happy unbridled voices
Son of God, our Heavenly King
Underneath the starry sky
Shepherds watch their flock with joyful eye.
What is it, CHRIST–mas; or Commerce–mas under your tree?
Thank you for reading my blog.
All life is precious…
I imagine everyone knows the lyrics to the Twelve Days of Christmas. I’ve taken creative license and decided to use the song lyric, modified of course, as a basis to begin writing about my life. In this part of the story, I will write about the first four fragments of my life.
My parents made their marital home in Long Lake, Michigan. It was a small house that belonged to my mother’s brother, a CPA in Toledo, Ohio.
I am the second child in the birth order that grew in number to a total of nine of us. My life began in late October; the 25th day to be exact. I was the only child belonging to Albert and Rita who was born at home. I was too young to know the difference, but, as the years passed, I learned of the freak snow storm that came about on the day when I decided it was time to see first handed what this thing called life was all about.
To write this chapter, I did an internet search to find some information about the snow storm that blanketed the Harrison area with the white stuff. I’ll paraphrase the story that I found. 1947 was a vintage year for weather, and not just a little bit, but a massive dose of meteorological events to break all previous records.
If I have the story straight, my aunt Anna, Mom’s sister, came to Michigan from Toledo to help out with the new baby. She would also be able to drive my very pregnant mother to the hospital in Clare if Dad was at work. I think the hospital was about thirty miles from Long Lake, and my dad’s job was at least sixty miles from where they were living.
Anna was able to walk the half mile to a corner gas station where the doctor was called. The roads were nearly impossible, but he said that he would try to get to the cottage in time to deliver the baby. The doctor eventually did arrive, but little did aunt Anna know that she was about to become a midwife.
It was a small lakefront cottage, that didn’t offer many modern conveniences. The small house had running water, but the facility of the time was an outhouse fifty yards away from the back door.
On the second day of my life, God had now sent Albert and Rita two children. I became a sister to an older brother, Jim. Two years separated us in Mother Nature’s life-cycle plan. I only have stories from my family of the manifestations that I experienced in the first few years at the cottage.
The one story that I especially enjoyed hearing happened one summer day when I stepped off the end of the dock and plunged into the lake. I guess that I was about two years old, and Mom had taken Jim and me to wade in the shallow water along the shore.
So, it would seem that I wanted to test the water in greater complexity, and I submerged my entire body into four feet of water. I had broken loose from my mother’s grip, I ran the full length of the dock, and I basically walked off the end. The story concluded with Mom jumping into the water fully clothed, but to her surprise, I bobbed up to the surface and giggled as if I was a fish with her water wings.
I was a climber. I’ve been told that I loved to challenge my parents. I wasn’t content to sit on the floor and play with brother or toys. I defied the law of gravity and clambered my way to the counter top or bathed myself in the kitchen sink.
I was a child who didn’t crawl. I’ve seen pictures of me with one leg tucked beneath my bottom and I mopped the floor with my well padded bottom. I was nearing my second birthday when my parents noticed that I found ways to accomplish things different from my older sibling. It was off to the see the doctor to ascertain my malady.
The doctor agreed that I was afflicted with an undetermined disorder. I was tested for various conditions such as polio and a few additional Neuro-Muscular diseases known about in the pre 1950’s. The only thing gained from the medical assessments, was that I needed eye glasses. The doctor suggested that my parents observe new or troubling symptoms and changes.
On the third year of my life, the stork dropped off a new bundle of joy wrapped in a pink blanket. Sibling number three, Marcia, joined the ranks in our rapidly growing family. She was two years younger than me, but at my age of going on three years old, life was just a blur.
My artistic prowess was discovered early in life, but it was in August, 2012 when I became a serious artist. Although art has been a passion of mine since my grandmother discovered this talent in me at seven years old, my appetite for drawing and painting continued through the decades that followed.
In the fall of 2012, I was dying and the doctors didn’t know why. All I know was that my body had become so weak that I could hardly hold my head up straight. I was never considered a very large person, but soon, I weighed less than 100 pounds. I lived on chocolate ice cream mixed with milk and dried, boxed chicken noodle soup mix. My life was going sideways, and this was when miracle number one happened.
The Lord whispered in my ear and said, “Don’t fear; I hold you in my loving embrace. Your earthly life isn’t finished yet. I have given you a specific number of ideas and I want you to paint them.”
The number of images that I painted in a three month period was twelve. I believe that Jesus assigned the number twelve, because there were twelve apostles. I prayed and asked God the Father, How do You expect me to hold a pencil, or a paintbrush to accomplish this deed, when I can barely hold a spoon to feed myself?
His answer was, “Don’t worry child, rest your hand and arm on mine, and together we will triumph.”
The Lord provided me with an unusual technique to zealously sketch and enthusiastically capture the images from my mind’s eye onto the canvas. I actually rested my head on my drawing table and painted the renderings UP SIDE DOWN.
It was time for my annual office visit with the Oncologist. I told him that I felt my life was slipping away, and I explained the symptoms. He ordered some lab work and moved my office check-up appointment to an earlier date. My husband drove me to see the doctor.
I feared that I had a form of leukemia and I think the doctor suspected the same thing. However, he confirmed that the blood tests didn’t show any signs of cancer. But, the prognosis wasn’t good. “I don’t know exactly what is causing your health condition.” The doctor said.
Within a half hour, I had been admitted into the ICU. A team of six specialists tried every test in the medical books, and a logical cause for my condition couldn’t be found. I was literally on death’s door, when miracle number two happened unexpectedly.
The lead doctor explained that my blood was completely void of white and red blood cells. My potassium level was through the roof. Generally, the potassium will be on the low side. He said, “Your body is getting nourishment by eating itself from the inside out, and the only hope for survival was a blood transfusion.”
Hesitant and scared, I was given two pints of blood. And some bed rest topped off my prescription for a new lease on life. It is four years later and I still pray for the team of excellent doctors, and the blood donor who saved my life. And I thank Jesus for the opportunity to give back for the blessings and the special gift of artistic talent that He bequeathed me.
A life that was UPSIDE DOWN for half a year, was now upright. I have been married to a wonderful man named Ed for twenty-five years. We have a blended family of five adult children and six beautiful grandchildren. I have studied art all of my life and I have used my talent professionally and as a hobby.
I am currently expressing myself as an Author, but it’s been a vision of mine for several years, to use my artistic talent and my writing skills, and purpose them as the basis for a coffee table book. I have now turned my efforts back to God who has led me to amass my literary talents along with my artistic prowess into a coffee table book titled: UPSIDE DOWN.
I’ve decided it was time to share the other side of my personality and showcase my artistic ability. The selections of images featured, are offered in various mediums. All life is precious and valuable… What happens when an author with Spinal Muscular Atrophy falls ill and no one knows why? Read more about her life altering changes at http://klorraine.com and find out what makes her story UPSIDE DOWN remarkable.
Good Things Come in Three
As I spent my quiet time with the Lord, the Holy Spirit spoke to me. “As you start a new life there are ‘three’ things that you must do. His thought came to mind, “It is willed that this must be done freely.”
Our conversation continued, and I was instructed with three tasks to complete this day.
#1 – Do a charitable act
#2 – Begin to put your life in order
#3 – Write today‘s prayer
I answered, “I can accomplish these undertakings, and I am humbled to carry out Your Will.”
So my charitable act was administered to someone who I knew.
The Holy Spirit has worked overtime on me. He said, “Good things come in three. God has three personalities. The Father is all-seeing. The Father leads you to repent; Sinner’s remorse is heaven sent. He sees all, He can do anything, be anything, be everywhere and He knows your thoughts before you know them.”
Jesus, (the son), is a teacher, and He died on the cross for man. John 10:17-18 “Therefore My Father loves Me, because I lay down My life that I may take it again. No one takes it from Me, but I lay it down of Myself. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it again. This command I have received from My Father.”
And the Holy Spirit is the voice you hear in your head. So, come closer and listen to me, because I will guide you through life’s adventure..”
So a mighty lesson I did inherit, and I completed the third task directed to me…
‘I Pray Today’ was the title that I gave to my first daily prayer.
I pray today that God the father, will walk with me through my day.
I pray today that the Lord Jesus, will show me along my way.
I pray today, the Holy Spirit moves me with stirring words to say.