Fall

This morning the temperature in my car registered 56 degrees. I actually had to turn on my defroster. I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I felt the cool and crisp air. For the first time this year, it actually feels like fall is here. I’m just taking a moment to thank God for the changing seasons. What a blessing. “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” Ecclesiastes 3:1.

So thankful

I’m so grateful today for the twenty more years of life God has granted me. In 1999, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. He could have taken me then, but He didn’t. He heard my cries for life, and He cured me. He gave me so many opportunities to enjoy living. I was able to finish medical school and residency to become a doctor. I married a wonderful man. I adopted a beautiful daughter, and I gained a gorgeous stepdaughter and strapping young nephew. My heart sings with gratitude to how great my God really is. His love is unfathomable, His care for us is gentle, and His heart for us as His children is tender. I thank you, Father.

Special time

Sitting in my hotel room this morning sipping coffee and peering out at the ocean, I’m reminded of the peace the Father wants for our lives. The sight of the shimmering waves and the sound of the slowly rushing water is comforting and makes me think of the way God speaks to us. He is always close by just waiting for us to choose to spend time with Him. He loves each of us so much. 

He beckons us for just a little bit of our time. He says, “Come to me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” (Matthew 11:28). He also tells us, “You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all of your heart.” (Jeremiah 29:13).

When your heart is heavy and you feel weary, or you just need to feel God’s presence, find a quiet place and just talk to Him. He is always ready, always listening, always there for you. 

Restored

Back in 1999, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. At that time I underwent a lumpectomy with radiation followed by a bilateral mastectomy with reconstruction. After that surgery, I suffered a postoperative infection due to radiated, thin skin with poor healing capability. That infection parked me in the hospital for five days and cost me another surgery. At that time, I was about 31 years old, and I was in my third year of medical school. Spending those days in the hospital taking pain medication and antibiotics caused me to lose track of my days, and I entered a depression. Not only was I sick, but I also had a deformed chest wall with an active infection. During that time, I cried out to God for help and restoration. I spent many days shedding tears, not knowing if I would ever feel “normal” again. Slowly but surely, God wrapped His loving arms around me and healed me.

Last year, I had a required maintenance reconstructive surgery. Both my surgeon and I were very much aware of my increased risk for infection. However, the surgery went well, and I healed well. Two weeks ago, I had to undergo another reconstructive surgery. Just like the previous time, I worried about a postoperative infection. Postoperative day number five, my incision started to become red and appeared inflamed. My mind started going down that road to infection, and I became anxious. I called my family and friends and asked them to please pray for me. I asked them to pray for my healing and restoration to health.

When I saw my doctor the next day, he looked at my incision and immediately knew that I didn’t have an infection. He told me I had an allergic reaction. You can imagine my relief as I almost cried tears of joy. I had already imagined a hospital stay, intravenous antibiotics, and possibly another surgery resulting in a deformed chest wall. I left his office that day with a huge weight lifted, and I thanked God for His goodness.

Perhaps you are experiencing a time of depression or anxiety due to poor health, a desperate situation, or grief. I encourage you to employ prayer warriors to pray for you. Our God is one of restoration, and He hears your cries for help. He will surround you with His love by bringing people to your aid, and He will bring comfort from unexpected places and people. He cares for you.

“The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures: He leads me besides the still waters. He restores my soul…” Psalms 23:1-3a.

“But I will restore you to health and heal your wounds….” Jeremiah 30:17a

Renewal

Spring is the time of year when everything is in bloom. It is a time of renewal, and the vibrant colors of flowers and trees are evident. We wake up to the sound of the birds singing, and the buzzing of bees can be heard as we make our way outdoors. The fields and lawns are rich with plush green grass and the skies are a brilliant blue hue with fluffy clouds scattered throughout. While it is a time of growth and beauty, it is also a time that is wrought with rain and storms. During this time of year, we have some of our worst storms which can even bring hail, gusty winds, and tornadoes. We can go from having a peaceful, beautiful sunshiny day to an overcast, gray, stormy day quite easily.

And so it is with life. I have a dear friend who was just diagnosed with recurrent breast cancer. She has already overcome two previous primary breast cancers like a champion. It had been four years since her last chemo treatment. She was enjoying the beauty of spring until just the other day when she started to have symptoms. In a matter of a few days, her life was changed again. Now her days and nights are filled with fear, worry, sadness, and not understanding why this is happening again. Life can be so unpredictable. We have our joyous good days filled with laughter and happy times, and then we have days that can beat us down so much we wonder if we’ll get through them. Everyone has trials, and I’m sure you’ve had your share and know many friends who are currently going through their own trials.

As I grieve the reality my dear friend must endure right now, I also remind myself that this life is not our permanent home. I remind myself that although we must endure trials in this life, we have God’s promises to guide us, to comfort us, and to protect us. Psalm 16:8 says, “I keep my eyes on the Lord, with Him at my right hand, I will not be shaken.” Although we face trials and hardships, God does care for us. He says in Jeremiah 29:11, “For I know the plans I have for you…plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” He never leaves our side when we are grieving or hurting. Isaiah 41:10 says, “Fear not, for I am with you. Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

And just when we can’t handle our grief anymore, and the loss we feel is overwhelming, God tells us in Revelation 21:4, “He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” That gives me so much hope. Just like the renewal of spring, God will make all things new again. He promises us this, and we can count on our Lord to bring us wholeness, goodness, joy, and peace. He loves us with an everlasting love and we can depend on Him to care for us. It’s so comforting.

Finding Home...by Denise Janette Bruneau

What is Finding Home about?

It’s about a young woman, Lacey Bartlett, who is trying to figure out where she belongs. She has lost her family. Both of her parents are gone, her grandparents have passed away, and she is an only child. Even her husband has divorced her. She is lonely and yearns for a family of her own. In medical school, she suffers further loss, as she is diagnosed with cancer. During her stages of mending, she can’t help but fall in love with her gentle and kind plastic surgeon, George. He is there for her during a difficult time, and although she keeps her feelings to herself, she forms a tight bond with him. After recovery from her illness, she hopes for a relationship with George, but it doesn’t work out.

Alone and heartbroken, she is not sure what to do with her life. Then she receives a letter in the mail. She inherits her grandparents’ potato farm in the small town of Pocatello, Idaho. She only remembers her grandparents from photographs and is surprised when they leave this property to her. With nothing left for her in her current location, she takes a leep of faith and moves to Pocatello where she also gets a job in the local hospital. Living in her grandparents’ farmhouse is comforting and somehow familiar. Distant memories surface, and she makes discoveries that uncover secrets of her family.

At the hospital, she meets Geret Blake. He is the gorgeous surgery manager who ends up helping her through some difficult situations at the hospital. He is built like a rock and has a chiseled jawline, deep set, brown eyes, full lips, and dimples at the edges of his smile. Along with his incredible physique, he is also gentle and compassionate. Lacey can’t help but start to fall for him. He helps her understand some of the mysteries she is uncovering about her family. Just when Lacey and Geret are getting closer, an unexpected visitor appears at Lacey’s door. Suddenly, Lacey questions everything. She must rely on her faith in God as she looks for answers.

You can read Finding Home to find out what happens. Will Lacey be able to sort through her emotions and come to the answers she needs? Finding Home is being released in August 2019. Keep watch for the upcoming purchase information at www.zimbellhousepublishing.com.

Denise Janette Bruneau: Legacy

Denise Janette Bruneau: Legacy: Happy Spring! My 50th birthday arrives next month, and I’m definitely feeling the effects of being a half decade old. For my birthd...

Legacy

Happy Spring! My 50th birthday arrives next month, and I’m definitely feeling the effects of being a half decade old. For my birthday present, I have received a diagnosis of hypothyroidism and osteoarthritis. I was hoping I could take these presents back, but I don’t know where to take them (😊). Unfortunately, our bodies age. Although we can take active measures to slow this process by making healthy choices, the years still pass by. 

I’m choosing to see the positive side to aging, however. I must say that with these passing years, I’ve gained much wisdom (and some weight 🤨), but I wouldn’t want to go back to being eighteen. Those years were difficult, and there were experiences I’d rather forget. I suppose I might go back, however, only if I had today’s wisdom to take with me.

Our experiences from those years of living give us valuable information for making wiser choices in our more mature years. We realize that we can’t reverse the aging process, as hard as we may try, and that our lives really count for something—something important. I’m so thankful for the years I’ve had to live, and I often ask myself, “What legacy am I building right now? How do my husband, children, family, and friends view me? What do they see?”

Although I believe that an audience of one (God) is the only one we should be concerned about pleasing, I believe we affect many people around us through our actions. Simple actions of kindness, gentleness, and forbearance go a long way with others. Are you an encourager? Do you have a generous spirit? Are you one who gives comfort well? We’ve each been blessed with special attributes that we can use to start defining what our legacy will be.

So for me, I see aging as a necessary process that helps to mold us into compassionate, wise, mature people who care for others as we build our legacy. I’m so grateful for the many years I’ve been given on this earth, and I pray for many more. I will continue to focus daily on ways I can be an inspiration to others. What about you? It’s never to early to start. What legacy are you building?

Life is precious

My little girl lies beside me sleeping peacefully. Her curly locks tickle my nose as she moves to rest her head on my shoulder. She awakens enough to yawn and wrap her arms around my arm. She whispers in her sweet, gentle voice, “I love you, Mommy.” Then she is asleep again, as I hear the steady sound of her little breath. My heart is full. I think about how blessed I am to be a mommy, to have this little person love and need me so much. I can’t imagine loving another person more. I would do or give anything to protect her and keep her safe. God created this mother-child relationship this way for a purpose. Moms nurture and care for their children from the moment of conception. That child becomes a person from the moment the genetic material from both parents interacts and cells begin to divide and multiply. Mom’s body starts to change immediately as it nurtures this growing person. Mom is no longer alone; she shares her body with another who is dependent on her love and care well into adulthood and the child’s independence. She prepares a room for this little one and buys all the things a baby needs. Her life will change forever to include joy beyond measure. What a beautiful relationship God has given us!

My daughter is adopted. I am thankful that her birth mom did not choose to abort her, even though she had no resources or any idea how she would care for her. She chose the selfless decision to find a home for her unborn child. You see, she knew that it wasn’t this child’s choice to be brought into the world; it was her choice, planned or not. Her child’s life had begun at conception, and she knew it. She would give this child the love and care she deserved, because the child had a right to live.

I have to admit that I am not vocal about political platforms. I find the arguments from both sides to be exhausting, and it’s hard to see hate escalate. I cannot stay silent on one issue, though: women celebrating their abortions. My heart breaks at the thought of this, and my stomach turns. It is one thing to have a difference of opinion on an issue, but celebrating abortion? God must cry when He hears women utter these words of celebration about killing their own children. These women have carelessly and thoughtlessly jumped on a bandwagon of lies. They are working so hard to prove they can win this issue of the right to abort, that they’ve failed to examine their hearts.

I know many abortion survivors. They are called survivors because they are just that: surviving a heart-wrenching decision they once made and still regret. These women are sorrowful and heartbroken over their decision to abort. Their stories are many but are very similar. They were young, afraid, couldn’t talk to anyone, and sought council at an abortion clinic. The advice they received made them believe that abortion was the only way to solve their current problem of pregnancy. These women do not celebrate their choice. They realize that they were mommys, even if only for a few weeks. They find it hard to think about what they did, because they knowingly and willingly aborted their child. The thought brings tears of regret and sorrow every time. There is no celebration in the death of their children.

It is so sad to hear the stories of women celebrating their choice to abort. If they really understood the significance of what they had done, their hearts would be heavy with grief. The thing is, this issue of life will continue to exist. People will fight and argue over who is right, and hate will continue. The more important issue that pro-choice people have failed to understand or care about is that God is watching all of this. God will not be mocked. These people, with their smug faces, smiles of celebration, and right to choose have a bigger problem to worry about than what the rest of the world thinks. Some day they will have to stand alone before God and explain to Him why they aborted and celebrated and hated.

So I turn and gaze at my sleeping daughter. She is beautiful, and I love the sound of her little breath moving in and out of her little lungs. I remember the day I brought her home from the hospital and how her presence in my life has changed my heart. Every day, she adds something new and special to my memories. God knew what He was doing when He gave us the gift of motherhood. No matter how much hate is in the world, I will go on cherishing this little person and the love she gives me every day. And I will remind myself that God has already won all of the battles in the world. It’s just a matter of time.