
Hey, Y’all!
I must write another blog post entry!
I am sharing my experience, strength, and hope.
As I shared in my last post, it has been a Soul-Washing Christmas! I have always considered Christmas the holiday until New Year’s Eve.
Friday I was in pain praying for it to be lifted. I also had physical therapy which helped in part. When I had to be on my feet I pressed through the pain. I alternated between my bed and my chair.
I am incredibly thankful for someone who cleans, cooks, and takes out the trash. He also does my laundry and dishes, and so much more.
I could not do these on my own at the moment.
To me, this spiritual journey started back when asking God for help and thanking Him at night.
It was around 8:30 PM on Friday when I got up and made myself a snack. I decided it was time to get back to bed.
While I was awake and in pain I wanted something to comfort me. As I have shared before I enjoy country gospel music. So, I turned the TV on in the bedroom. I just pressed on any song to start. I found myself praising God even through the pain.
I used to think the old hymns and that kind of music were dead.
That music takes me back to my roots and there is power in those words. I started talking to God on the bluffs as a young child between nine and eleven years old. I poured my heart out. I decided the rain was God‘s tears. When God would not give me what I wanted which was to be safe from harm. Well, then I asked God for the guts to kill myself. Since I was not getting a gun, I asked Him to give me the courage to jump off the bluffs into the traffic. I decided then, that God was not going to save me from that situation I had to face at home.
I still tried to do better, and I could not seem to do better or fix my situation.
Almost 50 years later, things are different.
I started having a desire once again to do better. Especially, once I came through this last surgery.
I am still going to share the past of when I was a teenager I remember those tender moments. I wanted those more than anything else. I just wanted things to stay that way. I had a self-will that would not stop.
In these last couple of years, I have gotten more real with myself, God, and others.
This Christmas I have had a soul-washing and yearning to be better and hang on to the belief of God. Here in the recent past, I picked my ONE- Word: Faithful.
For once in my life to worship in truth. To believe in a faithful God and to learn to be faithful myself.
I started having a desire to pray for others. It starts with family. I have learned I cannot pray a sincere prayer for others and act like a fool to others.
I am still learning more every day even in tears and pain. But When I worship and tell the whole truth as well as follow the practical direction the pain lifts.
I am not a perfect person, no one is perfect.
I know during that surgery I asked my dad to let me come home and he disappeared, so I saw him. The next thing I knew, the surgery was over.
I still have work to do before I go home.
When I feel God’s power through those songs I cry. I find myself in a position to ask for forgiveness, ready to forgive, ready to do better and to believe in my healing even if I am afraid.
This is part of my journey.
Psalms 147:3 (ESV)
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
Thanks for reading!
This has been another blog post entry by Boxcar Mike, over and out!
God Bless Y’all, Everybody!







