Coming: New Blog (sorta)! Power Being Perfected in Weakness (ugh)
I'm relaunching my blog--hooray! Very unlike the reason I relaunched my blog 3 years ago (I suddenly had tons of free time), I hardly have leisure time enough to breathe or eat, much less start a new project, BUT I also have a dire need to write the things God is teaching me, chronicle this ongoing journey of believing for healing in the midst of often devastating illness, and in the process, encourage myself in the truth. You can come along too if you want.
Since the last time I posted:
I started dating a hot mama named Jessica Maxson and forgot about my blog and pretty much everything else in life (except for the very understandable primal urge for Mexican food).
I somehow convinced this same girl to marry me, and we were happily wed in June of this year.
I moved back to Visalia, first to substitute teach, then to teach full time at St. Paul's School. I started as a science teacher, and then it suddenly dawned on everyone involved that I had no background in science or any idea of the difference between an amoeba and an amino acid, and was promptly transferred to the English department. Sixth grade English and Lit, to be exact. It was a slightly better fit.
I learned of a clinic in Arizona with a novel approach to treating chronic Lyme disease, and took a leap of faith to fund raise for my own treatments there. The finance campaign was near miraculous, and literally one month later I was in Scotsdale hooked up to an IV every day. One month after that I was feeling better than I have felt...well, since I got sick 8 years ago. It lasted for about 8 fantastic months.
April of this year, my body began to crash. Maybe from the stress of my first year teaching full time, maybe from the ear infection that never went away, or maybe from the short term of antibiotics that my Visalia doctor convinced me to take... Who knows? I managed to finish the school year out with an amazing group of students, limping all the way to the finish line. Since then, symptoms have been consistently painful, and I started another school year in August with more than a limp; more like an open wound, metaphorically speaking.
So yeah, it's been very difficult once again on this health journey. But deep in my heart, underneath all the pain, and behind all my grumbling and complaining, I know that God is doing a deep work. I know He is preparing me for what is next.
Just like He told Paul, whose pain lingered on much longer than he wished, God is perfecting His Power (me) in weakness. So I say with the psalmist: "You are good, and what you do is good" (Psalm 119:68). It's just a matter of time before I look back on this season, as ugly as it seems, and see all of the goodness that was there all along.
Since the last time I posted:
I started dating a hot mama named Jessica Maxson and forgot about my blog and pretty much everything else in life (except for the very understandable primal urge for Mexican food).
I somehow convinced this same girl to marry me, and we were happily wed in June of this year.
I moved back to Visalia, first to substitute teach, then to teach full time at St. Paul's School. I started as a science teacher, and then it suddenly dawned on everyone involved that I had no background in science or any idea of the difference between an amoeba and an amino acid, and was promptly transferred to the English department. Sixth grade English and Lit, to be exact. It was a slightly better fit.
I learned of a clinic in Arizona with a novel approach to treating chronic Lyme disease, and took a leap of faith to fund raise for my own treatments there. The finance campaign was near miraculous, and literally one month later I was in Scotsdale hooked up to an IV every day. One month after that I was feeling better than I have felt...well, since I got sick 8 years ago. It lasted for about 8 fantastic months.
April of this year, my body began to crash. Maybe from the stress of my first year teaching full time, maybe from the ear infection that never went away, or maybe from the short term of antibiotics that my Visalia doctor convinced me to take... Who knows? I managed to finish the school year out with an amazing group of students, limping all the way to the finish line. Since then, symptoms have been consistently painful, and I started another school year in August with more than a limp; more like an open wound, metaphorically speaking.
So yeah, it's been very difficult once again on this health journey. But deep in my heart, underneath all the pain, and behind all my grumbling and complaining, I know that God is doing a deep work. I know He is preparing me for what is next.
Just like He told Paul, whose pain lingered on much longer than he wished, God is perfecting His Power (me) in weakness. So I say with the psalmist: "You are good, and what you do is good" (Psalm 119:68). It's just a matter of time before I look back on this season, as ugly as it seems, and see all of the goodness that was there all along.
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