Tag: Physical Health

A troubled soul finds anchor in the Onewho controls the troubled seas. by Carolyn L. Wade   I pulled off the freeway when my buzzing phone showed the medical clinic’s ID. Probably last-minute information about Thursday’s surgery. “Your recent mammogram shows suspicious areas, and we’d like you to come in as soon as possible for…

by Sandra Williams Schlenker   Michael Dorris wanted to be a father, but he lacked a partner. Did this stop him? No; Dorris decided to adopt. His decision came at a busy time. His candidacy for a Yale doctorate was in the works. He had recently completed a cross-country move from Alaska to New Hampshire…

The triumph of peace over pain. by Tina Luce   A slight chill hung in the April air as my cousin, Cindy, and I settled into the back seat of the Dodge Neon and positioned my Black Lab guide dog, Carmen, at my feet. We were traveling from Norwich, New York, with my Uncle Bill…

A dream life becomes a nightmare. by Amy Rockford-Hale as told to Ann Peachman   A pivotal event is one that defines everything before and after it. A chance meeting, a phone call, a quick decision can be a turning point. You look back and say, “On that day, everything changed.” For me, it was…

A little time with the Father reaps greatthings for His kingdom. by Mikki Loomis as told to Barbara J. Guardino   I awoke from a deep coma to the gray, filtered light of a strange room. Tubes and machines surrounded my body. I was semi-paralyzed on the left side. Half of my face was numb,…

Overcoming takes time — and faith. by Janice Hughes   Biopsy? No, I could not have heard that word. Surely I had misunderstood. The doctor directed my attention to the screen before me and traced the outline of a small lump. There was no mistake. Bold black letters at the top of the screen announced…

A positive end to a pity party. by Mary Cox-Bilz   Born with a severe disability called Arthrogryposis, Multiplex Congenita, I have less than 3 percent use of my left arm and less than 7 percent use of my right arm. I have never walked. I type with a mouth stick held between my teeth…

One woman’s journey through chronic illness. by Mary J. Yerkes   “I’m afraid there is no cure. We can only treat the symptoms,” Dr. Price explained, almost apologetically. Speechless, I lingered over her words, struggling to grasp the implications of the diagnosis: rheumatoid arthritis. It’s a systemic disease causing inflammation in the joints. The inflammatory…

Learning to trust God’s timing. by Kathryn Heckenbach   What threw me most about my cancer diagnosis was the timing. I know — there are many reasons to go into a tailspin when you’re faced with a life-threatening illness, and timing is not usually one of them. There’s never a good time or bad time…

When it seems God has turned a deaf ear to us. by Katherine Yurchak   Early one February morning I awoke with a slight dizzy spell. In the pre-dawn darkness, I steadied myself against the wall and made my way downstairs to my favorite chair in the living room. It’s my daily practice to write…