Saturday, March 26, 2011

Note From A High School Boy to A Girl

If I had but an hour of love - if that's all that is given me - an hour of love upon this earth, I would give my love to thee.          (from The Lovely Bones)



Sigh...I'm such a romantic...

Friday, March 25, 2011


How awesome is it that I can have a business that not only provides me with income and benefits, but allows me to help improve people's health and the quality of their lives?! Shaklee is a company of integrity and I'm so proud to be associated with them for almost 30 years now.  My whole physical and mental health drastically improved, thus changing the whole course of my family's life. What an honor it is to share Shaklee with others.  I am truly blessed.

Last night I received a message on Facebook from someone I shared Shaklee with just a couple of weeks ago.  I almost cried as I read her message.  Oh, thank You, Lord!  You can check out Allison's testimony under the page entitled Improved Health Testimonies on the right.  I'm excited to think how her health will improve in the months to come.

You are welcome to check out my Shaklee website.  I'm in the process of updating my personal pages, but you're welcome to browse around, check out the products, and see if there is anything that sparks your interest.  I'd be happy to answer any questions you have.  

May you prosper and be in health, even as your soul prospers!  (~ 3 John 1:2)

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Tomorrow's Today

"Tomorrow" came today (you'd have to read my last post) and I am so blessed by the women of faith that I've had the privilege to know in my life.  Margaret is now one of them.  She read her story at our Bible study today.  I watched facial expressions respond to Margaret's words, as she masterfully drew a vivid picture of our Father as the Potter of her life.  She drew us close to her heart through her written words, but more than that she caused the women to see that we are God's workmanship.

Together we shared The Word, Margaret's story, and Hillsong's song, The Potter's Hand (one of my very favorites).  But, we share so much more than that.  We are bonded together as a sisterhood, because we have faith in the Lord Jesus Christ.  And, today, the sisterhood became engrafted with Margaret as they listened to an exquisitely written, small piece of one sister's memoir. We praised our Master Potter for molding our lives into what they are and for melding us all together.  
It's good to be this age in life - 28 years of loving and serving my Lord. And one thing I'm sure of after today: our stories need to be written down. They are our legacies as to the testament of God's goodness and love; His miracles in our lives.  I pray Margaret keeps on writing her memoir, and I pray that I will be diligent to keep writing mine.  

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Tomorrow...

I'm excited about tomorrow.  Tomorrow is Thursday - Bible study day.  We are all women and we meet for an hour and a half every Thursday.  They are such an inspiring group of women, whose faith has carried them through the fires and storms of life.

Tomorrow is special because I'm having a guest come and read a memoir story she wrote for a writing class we shared.  Her story was about being on God's potter's wheel and how He molded her crippled beginning years into that (in her later years) of a teacher to dying children.

Dying children...can you imagine?  Can you imagine the grace it takes to embrace and teach young ones that you know, surely, will die?  She is indeed a special woman.  Afterall, she has been on God's potter's wheel and has allowed Him to mold her into the vessel of His choosing.
"Look, as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are you in My hand..." ~ Jer. 18:6
Tomorrow as she reads her written story, I know her words will affect the women.  I can see their faces already, with emotion in their eyes.  Hopefully, it will cause the woman to look at their lives a little differently, as that of being on The Potter's wheel and that they are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do awesome things!  Eph. 2:10:
"For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them."
Tomorrow, tomorrow...you're only a day away! (Can you hear me singing?)

Monday, March 21, 2011

A Privilege to Share

My mom died at 47 years of age from Crohn's Disease.  She suffered with severe, chronic pain with debilitating, and often humilitating, symptoms.  Little was known about the disease in those days, and her case was very drastic.  I was 19 when Mom's long battle ended.

Since I my own health journey began and I learned about the body and the role food plays in our health, I've had a desire to help Crohn's victims. God has allowed me that privilege. And if I can help another, I will be blessed.  I started a new page entitled Improved Health Testimonies, with this young woman's story.  You can find it on the right-hand column.

I will pray for Stephanie as she continues on her journey toward health, and I continue to thank God that He has answered so many, many people's prayers by bringing Shaklee Food Supplements into their lives - sometimes, in the nick of time.  

Mom's suffering isn't in vain. What I know today, I'm passionate about sharing and for those seeking a more pro-active, natural course for your health, I'm here to guide you.  May you prosper and be in health, just as your soul prospers.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

A Walk To Beautiful

I watched a short documentary yesterday on Netflix entitled A Walk To Beautiful and I was moved beyond words. I found myself groaning and a few times my breathe seemed to stop for a second or two.  Before the end of the documentary, I found myself saying, "I want to do something".  What I really wanted to do was hop a plane and go over there.

Poor, young women in Etheopia (many just very young teenagers) go into labor in their villages.  Their labor goes on and on for many days because they have no access to OB/GYNs.  They finally give birth to a dead baby. Due to the truama on the bodies from such long, intense labors, they get fistulas (a rip) in their bladder or bowels, causing constant leakage of urine and/or feces. The social stigma that prevails in their lives is heartbreaking, causing deep emotional scars.  These women endure hardships we know nothing about.  Woman who learn about Addis Abab Fistual Hospital walk days to get there to be cured.  Not only does this hospital operate to correct their fistulas, but allows them to stay to start their emotinonal healing.  This one little hospital helps just over a thousand women a year, but it is estimated that there are about 100,000 women who need corrective surgery in Etheopia.

Well, I guess I'm doing something by sharing their story.  There is a foundation in the US now to help the plight of our sisters in Africa.  Please watch the documentary.  I rented it on Netflix.  After you do, then go to www.fistulafoundation.org and see how your donation can help these beautiful woman.  Please watch this short documentary first to see their scurge firsthand. I do believe it will impact you to action - humanity's helping hand.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Japan's Sorrows Are Our Sorrows


I've been attempting a post on the Japan catastrophe ever since it struck that nation.  I've been intercessory mode, which leaves me little words.  All I can do is pray.  My spirit has been so grieved by the loss and destruction.
And you will hear of wars and rumors of wars.  See that you are not troubled, for all these things must occur, but the end is not yet.  For nation will rise against nation and kingdom against kingdom.  And there will be famines and pestilences and earthquakes in different places.  All these are the beginning of sorrows.                                      ~ Jesus Christ, as recorded in Matt. 24:6-8 
We are seeing these prophetic Words coming to pass right before our eyes. Jesus said these are the beginning of sorrows. The beginning of sorrows....Oh,, LORD, how we need You for courage and direction in these times.

We all have known sorrow to one degree or another. The word "sorrow" in this Scripture means "like pangs of childbirth".  For those of us familiar with childbirth, sorrows can come - rising to a level that we think we cannot tolerate another moment of pain - then subsiding to give us some reprieve before the next wave hits.  In the last few years, the sorrow that has come to my family seems to have had a tsunami-like effect - just plowing me over, leaving absolute devastation in its quake. It was like I was buried alive, clamoring for a breathe of fresh air. I've reeled under the pressure, but somehow I'm upright again. I've been sustained, due in part to the people in my life that have helped carry the burdens and shoulder my sorrows with very effectual prayers and a listening heart.

Deep distress has always been a part of our humanness.  However, I think the magnitude of sorrow that has started coming upon humanity is beginning to leave us breathless, paralyzed with fear, or just plain numb.  Maybe, if I don't think about Japan's troubles, it won't affect me. Japan's troubles do affect me just because I'm human, just because we share the same air and water. Human beings are hardwired to care, to feel, to shoulder, and to act because we were created in the imagine of God.  In these end times, we may all have to act, repeatedly, to help bear one an other's burdens and ease an other's sorrows - whether it is a $2 donation, time spent in prayer, or a much greater, selfless act of compassion.

Oh, LORD, please keep our humanity active, our emotions alive, and our hearts daring to make a difference.  Please keep walls from going up around our hearts and keep our empathy responsive.  And, LORD God, please keep us in the palm of Your Hand and demonstrate to those who don't know You as I do, Your love, saving grace, and protection.

In whatever way you are led, please do or give.  Because if this really is only the beginning of sorrow, then you and I may one day, also, need humanity's helping hand.







  

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Authoring


My oldest son does not blog, but my youngest son and only daughter do.  My three children have inherited my love of the written word and each has a writing gift, but all four of us have uniquely different writing styles.

Alece has been a blogger for about 5 years now and is quite well known throughout the blogger community.  Her life as a Missionary to South Africa has been an open book for all to read. Andrew is busy writing a trilogy and doesn't get into anything too personal on his blog, but he usually puts a smile on my face.

I feel like I have very large shoes to fill seeing as I am brand new to this blogging world. I love my children's hearts and I love their written words.  So, if you have a few minutes, check out their blogs and say hello.  Tell them "Mommy" sent you.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Kindred Spirits

Tom brought me to tears today.  I couldn't help but burst into applause as he finished reading his emotinal story about his father.  I only met Tom three weeks ago as I began a short writer's class at the library, but he has touched me deeply - from his pen to my heart.

True stories from the heart - "Heart Warmers" as I call them - are the kind of stories I love to read. Captivated, my soul seems to become intertwined with the emotions of the characters - I feel their pain, suffering, or life joys.  I really don't know what it is...reading or hearing some one's story moves me beyond myself.  And that is a really good place to be.

Margaret read a memoir piece about being on the Potter's wheel.  I was so absorbed into her story, that I invited her to read it at one of my Thursday Bible studies.  I hope she can arrange her schedule because I can't wait to hear her inspiring words again.

All the readings today impacted me in one way or another - stories and poetry about pets, children, parents, faith; some fiction intertwined with memoir; some revelatory, some humorous but, all hitting the writer's chord in my soul.  

Ray is an educated man who writes with a vocabulary that causes me to have to turn to a dictionary.  His writings are deep - coming from the deep well of his soul.  He caused my heart to sigh with a quiet, "Wow!" at his gifts of words and searching heart.

Some from this group have been to writer's groups before.  Some, like me, were newbies.  But, what struck me the most was the willingness of the individual writers to be brutally vulnerable - putting their hearts and souls out there to be positively critiqued by their peers. We were all strangers, yet kindred writing spirits.  Even though we all have very different writing styles, I couldn't wait to hear what these writer's had written for this final week. It was an auditory smorgasboard of delight.  

I stand and applaud this group of memoir writers, celebrating their gift.  Every one of them are authors who have inspired my life.  To the whole group, I say, "Thank you". 


Friday, March 11, 2011

Set a Watch

Set a guard oh, LORD, over my mouth; keep watch over the door of my lips.  Do not incline my heart to any evil thing... ~Ps. 141:3-4 
Oh, God, my God,
Set a watch over my MOUTH,
that I may only bless and not curse

Se a watch over my EYES,
that I may see through Your eyes only, not my own

Set a watch over my EARS,
that Your voice alone do I hear

Set a watch over my BODY
that I may only eat from Your plan

Set a watch over my HANDS,
that they may reach out to embrace, never to shove away

Set a watch over my FEET
that they may walk obediently to Your Word

Set a watch over my soul
that joy would overflow from wanting nothing

Set a watch over my SPIRIT
that I may abide in You always

Oh, God, my God
set a watch over my WHOLE BEING
and complete the good work that You have begun

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Father Knows Best

Tomorrow is Bible study day.  We hold the study at a hall in Leisure Knolls - an over-55 community.  I am probably the youngest member of these inspiring bunch of ladies.  Most of the women are in their 70's and 80's and they most of them have been attending this particular group study for twenty years. However, I've only been leading it for two.  They were mighty hard shoes to fill, as the prior leader was with them for 18 years and she was loved and respected for her teaching gift.  Unfortunately, she went home to be with The LORD.  I was then invited to sit in her seat and fill her shoes.  I was a stranger to the group so, with a trembling heart, I sat and stepped.

Tomorrow's study is on John, chapter 7.  In preperation, I studied to verse 24, where Jesus tells us not to judge according to appearances. Once again, He is dealing with me. I've had to overcome my own judgments about myself over the years.  It's still something I actively work on.  I can be my toughest critic when it comes to teaching or writing.  Even though I know my teaching style is different than "her" teaching style and is unique unto its own, some days it is more difficult than others to quiet the voice in my head that tells my heart, I'm not good enough. I have to fight the constant battle in my mind. Just this week, after leaving our writing class, a friend boldly told me, "Diane, it's a smack in God's face if you say you are not as good a writer as the others."  Wow...I was faced with, once again, my many judgments of myself.  Lord, please forgive me!

I cannot teach others what I haven't walked through or faced myself. I learned about judging others many years ago, when The Lord showed me I had wrongfully judged my mother who had passed away years before.  I received intense inner healing as I repented.  The positive effect was life-altering for me, as ungodly fruit, produced from my judging nature, began to wither away and drop off of me.

Our Heavenly Father knows best.  He is the One Who tells us not to judge - to leave that up to Him.  Oh, how I pray The Holy Spirit will speak through me tomorrow reaching deep into the women's souls - convicting, healing, and setting them free!  Thank You, Father, for this aweseome opportunity to use my life experiences as an example and to utilize the gift of teaching You have bestowed upon me.

Monday, March 7, 2011

My Birth Day!

Today is my birth day - 28 years ago on March 7th I, literally, was given a new life.  Although my physical birth date is June 14, this is the only birthday that matters to me.  For the Diane that lives today was born on March 7, 1983.

My life, for 29 years, was a chaotic mess.  Joe and I were on on the verge of divorce. I was a horrible wife and mother. My health had deteriorated to the point I was told I would spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair from an unknown disease. I was an angry, scared human being from childhood and my life was going to come to a terrible, fast conclusion - suicide.  I truly believed my children would have been better off without me at the rate I was going. God heard my heart's cries and intervened on that Wednesday night around 8:30.

My neighbor invited me to a Catholic charismatic prayer group.  At the end of the meeting, I began to cry - sob, actually - from the pit of my being for about 45 minutes. When I got done crying, I knew that I knew something was different within me.  God had just done something deep within my spirit - the angry, old Diane was being washed away by the Love of God pouring into my being. God recreated me anew.  Thus began a miraculous journey of healing, deliverance, and servanthood.

For 28 years, I've been on a glorious pilgrimage of love and faith.  Peace and joy replaced anger; radical faith replaced fear; love replaced...well...Love replaced much of the nastiness of who Diane was.  I humbly say that He transformed me into His Vessel of Honor.  Jesus Christ gave me a new lease on life.  He healed me physically, emotionally, and mentally and has allowed me to serve and worship Him all these years.

Today I'm 28 years old!  Thank You, Lord Jesus for all You have done to change me, heal me, and set me free from me!  Thank You for loving me and healing me so that I can love myself and love others, even the unlovely.  I look forward to serving You for the next 28 years!  Thank You, for the gift of Life - for the gift of my life.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Sunday's Song

Jesus, Lover of My Soul was bubbling up out of my spirit in the shower this morning.  I love that song.  The beginning words are:

 Jesus, Lover of my soul; Jesus, I will never let You go.
You've taken me from the mirey clay, set my feet upon the Rock,
now I know...

Isaiah 30:18 in the Amplified Version says, "And, therefore, the Lord (earnestly) waits (expecting, looking, and longing) to be gracious to you; and, therefore, lifts Himself up, that He may have mercy on you and show loving-kindness to you. For the LORD is a God of justice.  Blessed (happy, fortunate, and to be envied) are all those who (earnestly) wait for Him; who expect, and look, and long for Him (for His victory, His favor, His love, His peace, His joy, and His matchless, unbroken companionship."

"His matchless, unbroken companionship"...that calms my introverted soul and reminds me that I'm not only never alone, but that Jesus is my constant, faithful, soul-mate companion. The One I've longed for my whole life is ever with me.


Therefore, when I sing this song, I sing, Jesus, Companion of my soul right to Him. It builds me up and makes me ready for anything.  Is. 30:18 Amplifed is one of my favortie Scriptures.

He truly is The Lover of our souls!

I hope you sing strong and purposeful in the shower today!

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Forever Amazed and Grateful

I'm always amazed when God unexpectedly does things for me or shows me things I don't know. My spirit-man does leaps and jumps, dancing within the confines of this body, but not able to bust loose.

I'm taking a writing class and we were given a few topics to choose from for our creative writing assignment that morning.  The Stairway stood out to me like a neon light.  OK, so The Stairway it will be. Immediately, in my mind's eye I saw the stairway that led to our second-floor apartment in Queens, NY when I was a young child. Somehow I knew this was going to be a cathartic writing assignment.  I hadn't thought of that stairway in 50 years.

I had an epiphany while writing.  I was back in that time, at that age and place, feeling, hearing, sensing my little world around me, and reliving those moments. As I penned my words, I realized what an special place that stairway was for me.

And then toward the end of my writing, The LORD showed me something about my creative imagination and my mother.

The little girl deep within me sighed a sigh of ah-ha, now I understand - another epiphanic moment where I learned sometime about my mother straight from my Heavenly Father.  After 51 years, I guess my Father decided now was the time for me to understand one more thing about my mommy, stirring love in my heart for her, even though she is long passed on. The deep revalatory understanding is a gift He gives me whenever He heals me from my past.

You can read the story called The Stairwell's Secrets under the Heart Warmers page at the top of the blog. It's the last story on that page.

Thank You, my Father. I am truly, truly blessed.


Because of Him and Unto Him,

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

"Favorite Color"




Oh, Dear Heavenly Father, hear this child's plea!  Raise her up to do magnificent things in her lifetime and cause her mother to hear the cry of her daughter's heart.

May we all hear the cries of our daughters...