Jehovah was not in the wind. And after the wind, an earthquake: Jehovah was not in the earthquake.
And after the earthquake, a fire: Jehovah was not in the fire. And after the fire, a soft gentle voice. (1Kings 19:11-12)

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

An Open Letter to Dr. David: Top Heart Surgeon in the World



Dear Dr. David, 

Six months ago you strode, tall and distinguished in your white doctor’s coat with your determined step, into a hospital room at the Peter Munk Cardiac Centre in Toronto General and sat down at the end of the bed beside me and offered to perform high-risk open-heart surgery as I was in class III heart failure. I presume you have done this thousands of times, but it was a first for me. You are the world's best heart surgeon, so I read on Google after I met you initially on the telehealth video conference appointment the month prior. You caught me by surprise on that video with your confidence that you could so easily fix my heart when all other doctors I had met had told me my medical situation was not an easy one to remedy.

You may not remember, but I asked you who would do the surgery. You laughed out loud and said you would as though you stated the obvious. I didn’t even realize who you were. Yes, I immediately dug up all the online information I could find on you. You were a bright boy born in the 1940’s and you ran around bare-footed with your brothers in Brazil. You didn’t have any interest in medicine and you were repulsed by sight of blood, but your father pushed you to pursue excellent things and you found your passion in heart surgery. One article claimed you trained Dr. Oz—the famous television doctor—and past patients testified of your incredible accomplishments and compassionate bed-side manner. I read about the David Procedure—the heart procedure named after you because you developed it. I didn’t know my cardiologist had referred me to the top cardiovascular surgeon in the world. I felt very privileged and humbled.

I was still doubtful you would take me on. However, you were our only option. So, as long as you were up to the investigation, I would walk through this open door. I began to see that God had placed you in my life for such a time as this. I also began to sense that God had placed me in your life for such a time as this. I was not going to be an easy patient, even for the most talented, brilliant, creative and innovative heart surgeon in the world. When your secretary called to book the pre-investigative tests, we stepped forward in faith, pleading with God to guide us and give you, the surgeon, wisdom and that it would all result in glory to God.



Back to the meeting in the hospital on that humid night as August was wrapping up. You were certain you could replace my aortic valve and if you did—I would live—but, if you didn’t—I would have, at the most, two years longer to live. You reminded me there would be significant risks because of my 30% lung capacity and there would be a hard year-long recovery. I asked you, if I was your daughter, what would you do; would you go ahead with such a risky surgery? Yes, you submitted you would. You suggested Jon and I discuss it and you turned and vanished from the room like a wave upon the shore, tossing from over your shoulder that you would return within the hour to hear what Jon and I would decide. Jon and I bowed our heads together and prayed to the God who accepts our praise and hears our petitions that His will be done. 

When you rushed in again, we agreed we would proceed with the surgery and I confessed to you of the countless people not only praying for me, but also for you. Ah, you said, I was a very religious woman. By the end of my extended stay in ICU, Dr David, you could only turn your hands up towards heaven and say that you believed that Providence had a hand in my life. Oh, I am not ashamed to proclaim it's definitely more than religion! The very hand of God is active in our lives and desires an intimate relationship with the ones He has created for His glory.

The next afternoon I climbed onto the operating table. My eyes scanned the sterile room and your expert medical team—all focused on the task before them. The bright lights, gleaming equipment, machines and dedicated staff crowded the room. I was introduced to your team and as I lay vulnerable before them I thanked them for using their skills and knowledge and told them that many prayers were being offered for each of them. The somber atmosphere in the room mingled with their hopeful, confident and optimistic attitudes. I spoke a few words, but mostly committed my heart, life, and loved ones into the hands of the Greatest Physician as the sedation flowed through my blood and caused me to enter a deep sleep.

Jon described how solemn you were when you finished in the operating room on August 29th and your presence filled the waiting area. You hushed my sister who cheered when you reported that I came through the surgery because you were not sure if I would make it through the night or the next 24 hours. Jon was with me for the whole roller coaster ride of those 80 days in cardiovascular ICU while we fought for my life and then anticipated going home to our family, which turned out to be harder than I ever could have imagined.



You explained to us that when you broke apart my sternum you could not have anticipated how dreadful my heart really was—buried under clay-like tissue and altogether in the wrong position. You answered my endless questions that I scrawled on scrap paper because I had no voice and you drew diagrams, on the old clipboard I somehow acquired, of how you carved out eggshell shattered parts of my heart and replaced it with healthier arteries. The day you acknowledged God’s hand at work, you shared with us that you would not have attempted surgery had the investigative tests shown more accurately what you found hidden in my chest wall. My arteries were so terribly calcified from radiation treatment thirty-five years ago that my heart could have and would stop at anytime within the coming year had we not gone ahead with surgery. We are so thankful that God provided and had prepared you in your wisdom and knowledge, creativity and innovation, and speed to take my heart that had been so severely damaged by radiation and make it as good as you could.

It all reminds me of a verse that says: “The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it?” You have performed phenomenal surgeries on over fifteen thousand sick hearts in your life so far. You have touched the lives of countless individuals. How can we ever thank you for using your God-given talents on my heart and impacting the lives of so many of our family and friends? Your name is respected among all who were praying, loving and supporting us.

We thank God for you and continue to pray for you and your heart. You know sick hearts and the only One who truly sustains all of life knows yours. You invest so much time and energy into the hearts of others. I pray that God would grant you His mercy and grace, that He would reveal to you what is in your heart and that you would know how He demonstrated His love to you in that while your heart was still sick with sin, God sent His Son to deal with that sin by His death, and cover you in His righteousness by His resurrected life. This is Good News for all who believe, by faith alone, that though we were dead in sin we have been made alive in Christ.

I know you are a busy doctor, husband, father who has made incredible commitments to and sacrifices in helping others. I am burdened for your heart. You have had made an extraordinary difference in my life. You and I have shed tears together over the good things God has done in my life, despite how difficult my life has been from a medical perspective, and how God has blessed me with a husband who has loved me so well in sickness and in health, and three miraculous children. I will never forget you. My children look up to you. Jon could never repay you for what you have done for us! 

 

Now, six months later I wonder what you thought when you stood for over six hours to replace my valve, repair my arteries and rebuild my damaged heart only to see me turn blue at the end of it all when I was lifted off the operating table. Or when my only functioning lung collapsed and developed pneumonia, and I went into respiratory failure, needed to be re-intubated, then endured a tracheotomy for a month and I could not smell, eat, or talk, and finally my phrenic nerve and diaphragm proved to be damaged. This may seem like everyday routine to you, but what a privilege you have to make such a profound impact on so many lives in this world. I am grateful your father pushed you to pursue what has become your passion.

You will be thrilled to know that I am off all assisted oxygen and God continues to heal my body. My new heart valve is extremely loud and can be incredibly annoying, except we are thankful for every tick we hear as God has purposed my life to remain here for this time for His good and glory and to be a blessing to others. I hope it is.

I could write so much more, but you have hearts to operate on, so I don’t dare take any more of your time. The only thing I miss about 80 days in CVICU is the compassionate and inspiring people we met and grew to love!

You are one of them.

Sincerely, your heart patient who continues to pray for your heart,

Rebekah

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Sharing a Baker's Dozen of Things I've Learned in February 2015


I feel like I have nothing to say, until I sit down and gather what I've learned in a month. At first, I wonder if I gained knowledge about anything and then I come up with over a dozen of amazing, interesting, or who-really-cares things that I learned in the past 28 days.



"We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul,
a hope . . . "
{Hebrews 6:19}


1.) February has been a month of silence and feeding my soul.

I continue in this journey of healing and one of the greatest battles in it is guarding my mind. It's too easy to go down the wrong thought pattern. I read this quote this month by Elizabeth Elliot, in Loving God with All Your Mind:
"people who have themselves experienced both grief and fear know how alike those two things are . . . They are equally disabling, distracting, and destructive."
I know this to be true! I'm learning that we just can't block these emotions, we have to replace it with something. I've been actively replacing them with good things, things that are true, lovely—music, sermons, theology, classic literature, handwriting thank you cards, testimonies, reading books, looking for beauty in life as it is, scrubbing sinks, appreciating how God continues to take care of us through caring people. I've got a long way still to go on this road, but I'm learning. Slowly!
"The Lord is at hand; do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:5,6


2.) I found out on the first day of this month that I became an Aunt for the 23rd time. I also had the privilege to learn what an incredible honour it is to have a precious new life, not from my own womb, to share my name.

I love you, thank God for you and pray your life will always bring glory to His name, Keira Hope Rebekah.


3.) And then . . . !! my baby grew up and turned five years old this month!! I'm learning what it is to slow down and to savour every single moment. She learned to snap her fingers yesterday and her joy. is. contagious.




4.) So are all the sick bugs that won't leave our house!

I've learned that the shortest month of the year can drag on for what seems like forever. It doesn't help that I have lived like a hermit this winter. I look forward to sipping my morning coffee on the back deck in a few months. And, yeah, in about four months I'll be cranking up the air conditioning when instead of -40 degrees celsius with the windchill it'll be +40 degrees celsius with humidity.

5.) Speaking of weather, I learned that it has been the coldest February in Canada in 115 years!! It's sunny and balmy today at -9. {Oh, wait! I looked again and it's -2 now. Spring is in the air!}




6.) Some studies this month, revealed that my oxygen saturation levels remain fairly stable during sleep, so it appears that six months post my open-heart surgery my body is back to managing its oxygen levels on its own. Praise God for His healing mercies in my body!

7.) Yes, that is six months this weekend that I have been recovering from high risk open-heart surgery. I came across the surgeon's two-page summery of the operation yesterday and still can hardly grasp all that was done to my heart and what I have been healing from. God surely does heal broken hearts!

8.) Broken hearts and this broken world that breaks my heart over and over. Murders, martyrs, hateful wars on social media between parents who love their children, the conversations we are forced to have with our children in spite of desperately wanting to allow them their innocence that they deserve, new curriculum that reveals just how far we have rejected God and He has revealed His wrath. But God! He has provided a way to be saved from His wrath and made righteous in His Son. This is Good News!

I spent a lot of time this month meditating on the Good News of the Gospel of God that Paul talks about to the church in Rome. You ever wonder if the Bible is relevant for today? Start reading in Romans 1 and you will see just how relevant those words written around AD 56 are for today.

9.) I also learned a lot reading this bookPlight of Man And the Power of God by D.M. Lloyd-Jones. A must-read for anyone who proclaims the Gospel of God! Go here for an online version.




10.) Another book by D.M. Lloyd-Jones that I read and learned a great deal about growing more intimate in our relationship with God: Seeking the Face of God: Nine Reflections on the Psalms. Another highly recommended read!

11.) So while, apparently, almost the rest of the world was watching the Oscars, I was listening to a sermon and realized that I am such a nerd. I'm ok with that. The Oscars may be glitzy, but the Good News is glorious! The more I learn, the more I learn that I've got so much more to learn. I'm thankful for friends that can completely relate. Kindred spirits.

12.) All that glitters is not gold? It's true, like the rest of the world, I learned that things aren't always what they appear. My husband and girls say they saw blue and black while my son and I subtracted the blue in our brains and totally saw gold and white. Hmm, #thedress that broke the internet?



13.) One more thing. I learned that I needed to hush some of the noise in my life, or rather, what I contribute to it. I deleted a certain app on my phone that causes me too much distraction in my daily life and prevents me from looking into real faces. Now, I occasionally log in the old fashioned way, check messages, and sit for a bit like a wallflower, but I'm silent in the conversations; taking a break from likes, comments, shares. It may be gone for forty days, maybe longer?

{I am still on Instagram —because I challenged myself to get out everyday—sharing my #greatoutdoors365 shots. I missed three days this month.}




*Linking with Emily at Chatting at the Sky.

**Photo 4—courtesy of my Mom—my firstborn holding her newest cousin

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Eight Things I've Learned {about healing from Open-Heart Surgery} in January

One thing that helps me write is doing so in "community" and one community that I have enjoyed is Emily's "Let's Share What We Learned in {the Past Month}". Unless I take a peek over my shoulder on the past, I don't always appreciate the lessons I've learned. It is beneficial to acknowledge them and then move forward—one step at a time.

Which brings me to the first thing I learned.

1. I was struggling to come up with a "One Word" for 2015. I process my thoughts pretty slowly (as most things I do) and was mulling over half a dozen words but they didn't quite fit. I was sitting in the rocking chair, while Jon was preparing supper, stirring something in a pot on the stovetop. I threw out the question, "Jon, what do you think my word should be for this year?" As fast as he could give that something one more stir, he tossed back the perfect word: "Endurance".

It was a reminder of how much we have grown together in the last half of 2014 and how much we need to keep pressing on in this race that has been set before us.


2. Life, at times, feels like a marathon with the finish line never-ending-miles away, but in the grand scheme of things, it's really a 100 foot sprint. Life is a vapour and all life will fade away. So, I've learned once again that life doesn't always go the way we dream or plan. And along the way, God places people to cheer us on when we are not sure we can put one foot forward. In times of trial and transition, we need these people. We have been blessed with many.

When we found out that there were such people desiring to help our family in the area of our children's education while I continue to gain strength and recover, it made the transition from home to a small local Christian School so much easier than I could have ever imagined. And I've learned that my children have transitioned well.

I've also learned all about new things that come with "going to school" such as: "Have you unpacked your lunch-bag?" (or else the cut peppers that didn't get eaten for lunch are a smelly mess on Sunday evening), "Have you finished all your homework?" and such things like, "Look at the new dance move I learned in school today!"


3. I am a firm believer that fresh air and sunshine and the beauty of creation will do a lot to heal the body and mind. But, on days that I'm feeling crummy I don't necessarily want to step out into the freezing cold. So, yeah, I challenged myself at the beginning of the month to get outside everyday this year and snap a photo of something beautiful while I am out in the great outdoors. I've missed only once so far because it was minus-crazy degrees Celsius out (that converts to -30 something with the windchill) and my oxygen hose would have frozen in five seconds flat. 

You can follow on Instagram, if you wish, and join me at the hashtag #greatoutdoors365. Let's get out there!


4. Playing games is another way that I've learned that has been helping me in my recovery. Part of the recovery process is emotional healing. Coming home after 80 days in the Cardiovascular Intensive Care Unit, I experienced shell-shock and ongoing Post-traumatic Stress from the surgery and prolonged stay in the hospital. It would be an understatement to say that coming home, although wonderful and what I had longed for, was extremely difficult. My Mom, helped me during these times, by playing board games with me—something to get my mind engaged in thoughts other than the negative ones of what had happened and what I thought was going to happen!

If you come for a visit, be prepared to play a game of Quirkle, Skip-Bo, Bananagrams, Card games, Settlers, Blokus, anything. I'll even play Vanna, in our vintage game of Wheel of Fortune. Just please don't ask me to play Uno or Risk (too many times).

An added bonus is that games are a fun way for four year olds to learn and review number sequencing, patterns, colours, and how to win and lose well (yeah, no mercy in games in this house). 


5. The new hardware in my heart is noisy. The more quiet the house is (which is what has happened since the "First Day of School"—see number 2) the more I can hear my valve click shut. If you are ever sitting beside me in relative quiet, you might mistake me for a clock or a ticking time bomb. I'll be glad when I've learned to grow accustomed to the sound. For now, what I have learned is the best way I could explain it to my littlest one as I was tucking her into bed and she was concerned about "that sound—'do you hear THAT BOOM BOOM sound?'" was to tell her: "the ticking is because Dr. David fixed my heart that was sick and now we can hear this message (spoken in staccato): 'Ma-ma-loves-La-el-Ma-ma-loves-Lael'" over and over and over. She was delighted to hear that. But then, that got her thinking and the next thing she was trying to figure out was how that sound got there and her jaw dropped before she could say, with her hands punctuating her words, "You mean, Dr. David cut you open and cut open your heart! He, like, cut open your skin, and cut your heart!" Oh dear, the things we have to learn in life. 


6. In a hot bath recently, I counted on my fingers all my nieces and nephews. There are enough that I keep forgetting the number and I think such profound thoughts like that late at night these days. I'm waiting for my sister to deliver her baby that will make me an Aunt for the 23rd time. She is on my mind a lot these days and in thinking about my sister's stage of waiting to deliver, for some reason it helped me to act as midwife to release some of my own words

7. Words go well with tea or coffee or a sweet vanilla latte. I could never figure out why anyone would drink hot water, when all these other options are available, but it has become my "special-tea". Other than a morning coffee, I've been having a hard time drinking a full cup of tea since my surgery, so I tried hot water (so as not to waste all the tea and milk). I learned that this "special-tea" of mine is quite soothing and found that the plain and simple does me just fine right now, thank you.


8. Water is a basic human need. As is oxygen. A wonderful thing I learned this month, and is an answer to the prayers of many, is how my body has healed in terms of the oxygen I needed. I came home from the hospital on assisted oxygen and had a 50 foot line trailing behind me, yanking on my nose whenever somebody's foot, mine or the others in the house, tripped on my 'tail'. No one could tell me for sure if my body would ever be able to be free from assisted oxygen. Healing takes time and the hardest thing to do when you want healing to come is wait for it. Which is why "Endurance" is such a good word for me this year (see number 1).

Well, for a few weeks now, my oxygen saturation stats have been holding stable during the day. It has been a lesson in how our bodies have been made to heal, but that healing takes time. And the only way to move forward is to take one step at a time, trusting in the One who heals.
". . . we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us."

And now after delivering all these words in the midst of a loud household on a Saturday, I need to go take a deep breath in the great outdoors, come in for a hot cup of my 'special tea', play a game or two of 'President' before a hot bath with the music (thank you Christa Wells and Nicole Witt for sharing your beautiful songs) cranked up loud to drown out the tick-tick-tick of my new heart valve.

Maybe then, I will hear that I've become an Aunt once again. (See number 6).




Thursday, January 29, 2015

Need For Endurance to Run This Race {Life After Open-Heart Surgery}


Words that breath life cannot be birthed until they have been carried to full term and made ready to be delivered.

I've been burdened with the weight of bearing these words, but unable to bring them forth. I've been stuck and some might call it writer's block, but you'd have to consider yourself a real 'writer' to blame the block. It's more like they, the words, have been choked deep down inside me and I was too weak and weary to release them. Now, lately, they have been keeping me awake at night and I wonder if it's time to start gently labouring. To take some deep breaths and bear down in the pain and see what beauty might begin to emerge.

So, I'll take the role of midwife and speak softly and firmly to the heart and soul holding onto these words deep within and remind her to let go of the fear and with courage and love and a whole lot of brave to ease these words out and surrender them and trust.

There have been so many lessons of surrender and trust in the One who is Sovereign and breaths life into all and sustains life and is Life. But to hold onto them so tightly and refuse to let them out, well, they will only intensify the pain and not do anyone any good. The time has come to let them out into the world, wrap them up to be received, and hand them over that others can share in the blessing of the Suffering and Joy.

Five months ago today, this heart thought she was brave when she was wheeled into high-risk open-heart surgery, but coming out of it was a whole new story. For weeks after, when her body baffled even the wisest of Doctors, set-backs were relentless, and Death was a persistent knock at the door, she wanted to welcome it. And then she would remember that she had a husband and three young children and she would find that she was stuck in the middle of Living and Dying. Her husband would stand by her side and plead with her, look straight as arrows into her eyes and tell her that it's not her time for answering That Call and he firmly believed that God was not finished with her here on earth. "To live is Christ and to die is gain", she would scratch with her pencil on the clipboard when she had no voice and she would try to find a middle ground. But, with Living and Dying there is no middle ground, only Looking to Jesus so as to not grow weary and lose heart in the Living and run with endurance till we come to the end.

She knows her days, like everyone's, are numbered, but fear keeps her from, at times, living each one to the fullest. Every moment of her days she needs to surrender her life to and trust the One who knows every intimate detail of her time on this orbiting earth.

But, when Death is meddling with your Living, this trust confronts an entirely new vulnerability. She weeps in the darkness and through tears sees that it's not so much the welcoming of Death, but it's the desire for the Suffering to end. And when she keeps waking up and there is no end of Suffering on this spinning globe, she stands face to face with Grief. This Grief keeps her company for days and reminds her that Suffering is a result of Sin but at the same time this same Suffering transforms her, one degree at a time, into the very likeness of the Son of God. The One who endured Suffering for her sake and conquered Sin that she might know Life Eternal. And she learns all over again that God's glory shines brightest in her darkest days.

She's swollen with painful memories, but somewhere in the middle of Surrender and Trust is the Hope that she keeps speaking about to her own soul.

There is life to be lived,
lessons to be learned,
strength to be gained,
grace to be received,
glory to be revealed.

There are words that breath life and need to be birthed and Grace and Gospel to be spoken to her own soul to keep her moving forward with Hope in God. To prod her on to take one step more, one step more, give her faith for one step more, and with the need for endurance to run this race set before her even as it dips into deep valleys and great Suffering. For as she moves forward and along the way, she will find that Joy has been waiting for her in the midst of Suffering all along.



Thursday, August 28, 2014

The Night Before Open-Heart Surgery

"The LORD is near to the brokenhearted
and saves the crushed in spirit."
{Psalm 34:18}



This road has been extremely hard. I cannot say it any other way.

I'm weary. There is still a lot of hard to come.

The days of tests and waiting have come to an end (for now). Through them we have had an incredible peace.

Today we were told once again that my aortic valve needs to be replaced. If it is not replaced, my heart would stop most likely before I turn 40.

For the first time we were told by the heart surgeon that he was confident he could do it. It will be very high risk but I will be in good hands. For that we are so grateful.

I'm being prepped for open-heart surgery for 12pm tomorrow.

The only way forward is complete trust and surrender into the Lord's hands.

I know many are praying and we flat out beg you not to stop. Your prayers are upholding us through this time.

There are too many risks and requests to list here tonight, but we told Dr. David that many would be praying for him.

Pray for God's hand to be at work and that He would be exalted through all of it.

Thank you for walking with us.

{You can find a prayer schedule to keep the prayer constant here.}

{Updates will be made on the A Soft Gentle Voice Facebook page}


"When I am afraid,
I put my trust in you.
In God, whose word I praise,
in God I trust; I shall not be afraid." 
{Psalm 56:3,4}

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Praying with the Hope of the Gospel

"Yes, and I will rejoice, for I know that through your prayers and the help of the Spirit of Jesus Christ this will turn out for my deliverance, as it is my eager expectation and hope that I will not be at all ashamed, but that with full courage now as always Christ will be honored in my body . . . " {Philippians 1:18-20}



Our family has been humbled by the prayers of many saints and we give thanks for all who have partnered with us in proclaiming the goodness, faithfulness and unfailing love of God for the sake of the kingdom of God.

Tomorrow {August 27} I will be admitted to the hospital in Toronto at 11 am for more investigative testing to determine if open-heart surgery that has been scheduled for Friday {August 29} will be possible.

Our local church has set up a prayer clock for family and friends to be praying over the next few days in 15 minute intervals. If you are burdened to continue to join us in praying and you would like to commit to a time, you can find the times available here.

As we journey on, and you walk with us it is my prayer that you would turn your eyes toward Jesus and "grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To him be the glory both now and to the day of eternity."

"May I say to all I meet,
I am journeying towards the Lord’s given place,
come with me for your good." 
{Valley of Vision} 

Saturday, August 16, 2014

How to Fully Trust ~ Words of Wisdom for the Weekend



















"Paul . . . learned a lesson that he never forgot; to rejoice in his infirmities. He said that the weaker he was the better it was for him. For when he was weak, he was strong in his Lord Christ. 
"Ah, yes, God will have to bring us down very low. A sense of emptiness and despair and nothingness will have to come upon us. It is when we sink down in utter helplessness that the everlasting God will reveal Himself in power. Then our hearts will learn to trust God alone.
"What is it that keeps us from trusting Him perfectly?
"Many say: "I believe what you say, but there is one difficulty. If my trust were perfect and always abiding, all would come right, for I know God will honor trust. But how am I to get that trust?
"My answer is by the death of self. The great hindrance to trust is self-effort. So as long as you have got your own wisdom and thoughts and strength, you cannot fully trust God. But when God breaks you down, when everything begins to grow dim before your eyes and you see that you understand nothing, then God is coming near. If you will bow down in nothingness and wait on God, He will become all. 
"As long as we are something, God cannot be all. His omnipotence cannot do its full work. That is the beginning of faith; utter despair of self, a ceasing from man and everything on earth and finding our hope in God alone."
"Let us say: My God, let my life be a proof of what the omnipotent God can do. Let these be the two dispositions of our souls every day: deep helplessness, and simple, childlike rest."
~ Andrew Murray, "Absolute Surrender" (pp122-123) 



Christa Wells: "How Emptiness Sings". If you cannot see this video, click here.


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A Soft Gentle Voice



For other Words of Wisdom for the Weekend posts see here.}
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