Fried Chicken. If I have an addiction it’s probably Fried Chicken. I love it but I don’t have to have it daily or even weekly but I find when I make my own I over eat it. So does that mean I’m a functioning Fried Chicken-a-holic?
I seem to have another addiction too. I'm a peace maker. I don't let people go easily. I know this is the way God made me. I have met this trait in others along the way but it never seems to be as strong.
I have analyzed this trait in me. I've flipped it around and poked it with a stick. I've even yelled at it and told it to just go away. But still it's there. I sense the unease in people of the discord and I want to fix it.
I watch people make complete asses out of themselves trying to posture and be stubborn but still I try.
Sometimes I feel like this is a horrible addiction that brings me great pain. Then again I must love the pain because I do it over and over and over.
The bible says in Matthew 5:9 Blessed are the Peacemakers for they shall be called Sons of God.
I guess I'll have to settle for that.... And maybe some Fried Chicken.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Seeing Angels at Eight
What I'm about to tell you is a gift. A gift from God to an eight year old girl and a gift I can share with you about faith, grace and healing.
MY TESTIMONY
When I was eight years old I became very very ill. I contracted every childhood disease within the span of a few months. Measles, Mumps, Chicken pox and the list went on and on. My father was in the air force and stationed in Mississippi he had been sent to Thailand for a tour of duty and my mother and I stayed in Mississippi. My mother had to deal with a very sick child alone. She continually took me to the military base hospital every time I got sick. They treated me for whatever illness I had and sent me home.
Then one day while playing with a friend I fainted. My friend’s father picked me up and carried me to my house. My mom was frantic. They rushed me to the base emergency room and after a few tests they admitted me. I stayed in that hospital a couple of weeks. I didn't know what was wrong with me but later I learned they discovered that I had a rare form of sickle cell Leukemia and I was in stage 4. (I am a Lilly white and freckle faced child.) They had missed the underlying problem it so often that I was now at a point in my disease that I was beyond help. I don't know if they did bone marrow transplants in 1972 but I didn't get one nor did I ever have radiation treatment.
They transferred me to a Children's hospital in Alabama and made arrangements for my father to come home because they only gave me a few months to live. I had a team of 7 doctors and they drew blood everyday apparently it was a mystery as to why a white girl had a black persons disease. For an eight year old it was very scary and my mother never told me what I had they just told me that I was very sick.
We attended a small Assembly of God church back in Mississippi and one night after I had been in the AL hospital for a couple of weeks our church got together and had an all night pray vigil for me. On that same night in Alabama my parents had left to go back to their room at the local AF base for the evening and I stayed up to watch TV. I had a private room and my door squeaked so I knew when someone came in my room. As I was watching TV all of a sudden a beautiful black nurse stood by my bed (she was stunningly beautiful). She startled me because I didn't hear her come in. She asks me how I was feeling and I said very tired and a little scared because I didn't know what was wrong with me. She smiled and touched my arm and told me that I didn't need to be afraid that I was going to be fine and that the Lord loved me very much. I remember closing my eye's and shaking my head and saying " I Know." when I opened my eyes she was gone and I didn't hear her leave.
The next morning I woke up feeling better than I had in months. My mother came in the room and remarked on how well I looked. I told her about the nurse’s visit the night before and that I really did feel good. They had come and taken a blood sample already that morning. My mother remarked that my countenance was totally peaceful and she wanted to thank that nurse for her help. She went to the nurses’ station and asked about the nurse taking care of me that night. The nurse at the station asks my mother to describe her. My mom told her that I said she was black and pretty. The nurse told her that no one worked there that fit that description. My mother said well she is probably the night nurse. The nurse looked at her rather irritated and told her… and this is a quote from my mother. “Ma’am this is Alabama we don't have black nurses at this hospital".
Well that is God's way of letting us know in no uncertain terms that he was the great physician. That day they came back and took more blood. After testing me over and over again one of our doctors came in and told my parents that I no longer was sick in any way. The Leukemia was completely gone and they had not done it. They had not treated me at all so it must be a miracle.
Praise the Lord. Only God would send a black Angel dressed as a nurse to a white hospital in the South to make sure there was no doubt that God healed me. I like to say that it proves God has a sense of humor too.
Anyway… To this day I have never had any sign of the Leukemia reoccurring and my blood is so clean they give it to preemie babies when I donate. Since that time I have had many Doctors try to tell me that I must not have had Leukemia that it just doesn’t go away. I have found that non believers will say anything to explain the unexplainable.
I can honestly say that since that day my faith has never wavered. I haven't had a charmed life and have had many struggles that would have beat down anyone. But I know that 37 years ago God chose to heal a little girl for a reason and he gave me a voice so I will sing and praise him forever for it.
Thanks for letting me share my miracle with you.
MY TESTIMONY
When I was eight years old I became very very ill. I contracted every childhood disease within the span of a few months. Measles, Mumps, Chicken pox and the list went on and on. My father was in the air force and stationed in Mississippi he had been sent to Thailand for a tour of duty and my mother and I stayed in Mississippi. My mother had to deal with a very sick child alone. She continually took me to the military base hospital every time I got sick. They treated me for whatever illness I had and sent me home.
Then one day while playing with a friend I fainted. My friend’s father picked me up and carried me to my house. My mom was frantic. They rushed me to the base emergency room and after a few tests they admitted me. I stayed in that hospital a couple of weeks. I didn't know what was wrong with me but later I learned they discovered that I had a rare form of sickle cell Leukemia and I was in stage 4. (I am a Lilly white and freckle faced child.) They had missed the underlying problem it so often that I was now at a point in my disease that I was beyond help. I don't know if they did bone marrow transplants in 1972 but I didn't get one nor did I ever have radiation treatment.
They transferred me to a Children's hospital in Alabama and made arrangements for my father to come home because they only gave me a few months to live. I had a team of 7 doctors and they drew blood everyday apparently it was a mystery as to why a white girl had a black persons disease. For an eight year old it was very scary and my mother never told me what I had they just told me that I was very sick.
We attended a small Assembly of God church back in Mississippi and one night after I had been in the AL hospital for a couple of weeks our church got together and had an all night pray vigil for me. On that same night in Alabama my parents had left to go back to their room at the local AF base for the evening and I stayed up to watch TV. I had a private room and my door squeaked so I knew when someone came in my room. As I was watching TV all of a sudden a beautiful black nurse stood by my bed (she was stunningly beautiful). She startled me because I didn't hear her come in. She asks me how I was feeling and I said very tired and a little scared because I didn't know what was wrong with me. She smiled and touched my arm and told me that I didn't need to be afraid that I was going to be fine and that the Lord loved me very much. I remember closing my eye's and shaking my head and saying " I Know." when I opened my eyes she was gone and I didn't hear her leave.
The next morning I woke up feeling better than I had in months. My mother came in the room and remarked on how well I looked. I told her about the nurse’s visit the night before and that I really did feel good. They had come and taken a blood sample already that morning. My mother remarked that my countenance was totally peaceful and she wanted to thank that nurse for her help. She went to the nurses’ station and asked about the nurse taking care of me that night. The nurse at the station asks my mother to describe her. My mom told her that I said she was black and pretty. The nurse told her that no one worked there that fit that description. My mother said well she is probably the night nurse. The nurse looked at her rather irritated and told her… and this is a quote from my mother. “Ma’am this is Alabama we don't have black nurses at this hospital".
Well that is God's way of letting us know in no uncertain terms that he was the great physician. That day they came back and took more blood. After testing me over and over again one of our doctors came in and told my parents that I no longer was sick in any way. The Leukemia was completely gone and they had not done it. They had not treated me at all so it must be a miracle.
Praise the Lord. Only God would send a black Angel dressed as a nurse to a white hospital in the South to make sure there was no doubt that God healed me. I like to say that it proves God has a sense of humor too.
Anyway… To this day I have never had any sign of the Leukemia reoccurring and my blood is so clean they give it to preemie babies when I donate. Since that time I have had many Doctors try to tell me that I must not have had Leukemia that it just doesn’t go away. I have found that non believers will say anything to explain the unexplainable.
I can honestly say that since that day my faith has never wavered. I haven't had a charmed life and have had many struggles that would have beat down anyone. But I know that 37 years ago God chose to heal a little girl for a reason and he gave me a voice so I will sing and praise him forever for it.
Thanks for letting me share my miracle with you.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Fun, Perfect, Serious with no Self Esteem
A couple of months ago I took this personality assessment that is on Mark Gungor's flag page. www.flagpage.com I took it I made my husband, oldest daughter and her boyfriend all take it. I thought it would be fun. That it would help them get some insight as to who they are and what makes them tick. Well, I guess it worked.... I think. It definitely confirmed to me what I had known all along about them. But it also surprised me a bit.
In this test the results tell you basically what your primary "country" is and what your secondary "country" is. Countries are personality traits. There is Control, Peace, Perfect and Fun. My husband came out as a Control, Peace. CONTROL??? Really? I never see him try and control anything. Hmm I was stumped. So I ask him. And apparently he is a control freak at work. Nice... I don't work for or with him so I'm good. I have had the misfortune of having to drive him around as of late and I can honestly say he is a control freak when he is NOT driving. Who knew after 15 years of being together and 13 1/2 of those being married to him. Really, WHO KNEW? The Peace part is defined as the person not liking conflict so the go with the flow. Which pretty much describes him to a T except when I'm driving. :-) Thank you Mark Gungor for that enlightenment.
Ok so that was my husband. My oldest daughter on the other hand was a Perfect, peace. Again with the Peace thing.. which explains the deer in the headlights look when she is getting in trouble. But Perfect??? This is apparently a perfectionist/bossy trait which I think her younger sister would say is alive and well. I don't remember what her boyfriends second trait was but the first one was Peace. So you have a bossy doe eyed girl coupled with a mellow boy I am envisioning a lot of kumbaya going on.
Now to me. Well I took the test and I came out as a Fun, Perfect person. That is to say that my primary country was Fun. Well I do like adventure... I love to sky dive and rock climb and repel along with anything else I guess I could get away with. So I guess Fun fits. But then there is perfect..perfect..Hmmmm I didn't think I was bossy although I do run the house, and my department at work. I do set pretty high standards for myself so I guess I could live with that. Until......
My husband took another personality test. One way more complex, that is used by psychologists and councilors. They said some things about him that were very interesting and it gave us some insight to what goings on in his head. I helped him with this test I ask him the questions and wrote down his answers and even charted them for him. I kept thinking.... Wow I would answer that way different if that was me.
Then they thought it would be good to test me. Okay I can do this....So I took the same test and my answers were done in red so we could compare mine to his. It was weird I scored pretty even throughout everything on a scale from 1-10 I scored 2's and 3's across the seven or eight personality traits except for two. I scored a 0 on self esteem and I scored a 9 on Serious. So what does this mean????? I have no Idea yet. Except, I learned something about myself.
I think to much and apparently.....I am crazy.
Thanks for listening to the rantings of,
Sherry
In this test the results tell you basically what your primary "country" is and what your secondary "country" is. Countries are personality traits. There is Control, Peace, Perfect and Fun. My husband came out as a Control, Peace. CONTROL??? Really? I never see him try and control anything. Hmm I was stumped. So I ask him. And apparently he is a control freak at work. Nice... I don't work for or with him so I'm good. I have had the misfortune of having to drive him around as of late and I can honestly say he is a control freak when he is NOT driving. Who knew after 15 years of being together and 13 1/2 of those being married to him. Really, WHO KNEW? The Peace part is defined as the person not liking conflict so the go with the flow. Which pretty much describes him to a T except when I'm driving. :-) Thank you Mark Gungor for that enlightenment.
Ok so that was my husband. My oldest daughter on the other hand was a Perfect, peace. Again with the Peace thing.. which explains the deer in the headlights look when she is getting in trouble. But Perfect??? This is apparently a perfectionist/bossy trait which I think her younger sister would say is alive and well. I don't remember what her boyfriends second trait was but the first one was Peace. So you have a bossy doe eyed girl coupled with a mellow boy I am envisioning a lot of kumbaya going on.
Now to me. Well I took the test and I came out as a Fun, Perfect person. That is to say that my primary country was Fun. Well I do like adventure... I love to sky dive and rock climb and repel along with anything else I guess I could get away with. So I guess Fun fits. But then there is perfect..perfect..Hmmmm I didn't think I was bossy although I do run the house, and my department at work. I do set pretty high standards for myself so I guess I could live with that. Until......
My husband took another personality test. One way more complex, that is used by psychologists and councilors. They said some things about him that were very interesting and it gave us some insight to what goings on in his head. I helped him with this test I ask him the questions and wrote down his answers and even charted them for him. I kept thinking.... Wow I would answer that way different if that was me.
Then they thought it would be good to test me. Okay I can do this....So I took the same test and my answers were done in red so we could compare mine to his. It was weird I scored pretty even throughout everything on a scale from 1-10 I scored 2's and 3's across the seven or eight personality traits except for two. I scored a 0 on self esteem and I scored a 9 on Serious. So what does this mean????? I have no Idea yet. Except, I learned something about myself.
I think to much and apparently.....I am crazy.
Thanks for listening to the rantings of,
Sherry
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