Jesus, Loving, Living Water, Mixed Media, Marcia Carole

(Posted Sunday) Today, Saturday, was a hard day. I crawled out of bed only because Vickie rang my doorbell. I knew I could answer the door, wearing my Hello Kitty bathrobe, if it was Vickie. There she was, all cheerily interrupting my new "resting" career. Vickie brings sunshine into any room, so I let her into my rain-drenched home. Before I know it, I am agreeing to a walk....outside in the rain. I guess I think she'll be sunshine for the both of us. Eventually, we decide Molbak's, a lovely garden shop, is a better place to walk in drippy Seattle gray.

Once at Molbak's, I grab the nearest shopping cart to drape my limp body over to move forward. What's wrong with me, I think. I can't breath and I have less and less energy. My usual mode of operation, pushing through the pain, doesn't work. I breath in as much oxygen as I can as we admire all of God's beautiful flowers; this is His artwork on display. It's His art gallery, and my soul is strengthened briefly, even as my body weakens.

Vickie returns me home, and I weakly plop into bed after, with great effort, I make a little meal of veggies and brown rice with a spinach shake. Hour after hour, tucked in bed, I check to see if I have any renewed strength. Nope. Nothing. One o'clock. Nothing. Two o'clock I awake. No energy. Three o'clock. Weaker. Back to sleep. Four-thirty. Wide awake and breathing fine (like a chemo vacation week), energy restored, checked email and facebook. 

At the exact time I woke feeling fine, I had gotten a message from an artist, facebook friend I have never met, who lives in Wyoming. Here it is: "I release the blood of Jesus over you, afresh wave of Holy Spirit light of Jesus into your bone marrow. entire sytem align with the word of God. Light. Life. Pain go in Jesus name. Amen." I quickly write her back telling her about the physical struggle I have had all day, and how I am feeling fine now. She replies back just as quickly, "He showed me your face and name. He so loves you."

Thank you, I write back to her through fresh tears, my Wyoming prayer warrior I have never met. 
Thank you, thank you, Lord God.

No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. 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. Romans 8:37-39