My Doctor Prescribed This Quote

“I was just going to say that I couldn’t undress because I hadn’t any clothes on when I suddenly thought that dragons are snaky sort of things and snakes can cast their skins. Oh, of course, thought I, that’s what the lion means. So I started scratching myself and my scales began coming off all over the place. And then I scratched a little deeper and, instead of just scales coming off here and there, my whole skin started peeling off beautifully, like it does after an illness, or as if I was a banana. In a minute or two I just stepped out of it. I could see it lying there beside me, looking rather nasty. It was a most lovely feeling. So I started to go down into the well for my bathe.

“But just as I was going to put my feet into the water I looked down and saw that they were all hard and rough and wrinkled and scaly just as they had been before. Oh, that’s all right, said I, it only means I had another smaller suit on underneath the first one, and I’ll have to get out of it too. So I scratched and tore again and this under skin peeled off beautifully and out I stepped and left it lying beside the other one and went down to the well for my bathe.

“Well, exactly the same thing happened again. And I thought to myself, oh dear, how ever many skins have I got to take off? For I was longing to bathe my leg. So I scratched away for the third time and got off a third skin, just like the two others, and stepped out of it. But as soon as I looked at myself in the water I knew it had been no good. . . .Then the lion said — but I don’t know if it spoke — ‘You will have to let me undress you.’ I was afraid of his claws, I can tell you, but I was pretty nearly desperate now. So I just lay flat down on my back to let him do it.

“The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart. And when he began pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything I’ve ever felt. The only thing that made me able to bear it was jut the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off. You know—if you’ve ever picked the scab of a sore place. It hurts like billy-oh but it is such fun to see it coming away.

‘I know exactly what you mean,’ said Edmund.

“Well, he peeled the beastly stuff right off – just as I thought I’d done it myself the other three times, only they hadn’t hurt – and there it was lying on the grass, only ever so much thicker, and darker, and more knobbly-looking than the others had been. And there was I smooth and soft as a peeled switch and smaller than I had been. Then he caught hold of me—I didn’t like that much for I was very tender underneath now that I’d no skin on—and threw me into the water. It smarted like anything but only for a moment. After that it became perfectly delicious and as soon as I started swimming and splashing I found that all the pain had gone from my arm. And then I saw why. I’d turned into a boy again…”—C.S. Lewis {Voyage of the Dawn Treader}


That Which We Do Not Yet Have

Goals in life keep us going.
Reaching the next foothold in the mountain gives us purpose and a focus, without these two we are sulking in our misery and waiting for something to happen without trying for it.

I believe that if you are in need of healing, you need to make goals to pursue.
I’m going to make myself vulnerable again to give you an example:
*Goals in no specific order at this time*

  • To be able to use my hands without worry of if my task will cause the pain in my hands to be worse.
  • To be able to flaunt myself to my husband without shame of my appearance.
  • To not be scared of taking showers. {cause of becoming too dry}
  • To be okay with people wanting to see my wedding ring.
  • No more consecutive restless nights of itching and pain.
  • To be able to give my husband a shoulder rub.
  • To not be afraid of what I eat and if I’ll have a reaction to it.
  • To help heal others because I am a testimony of healing.
  • To work out again; running and strength exercises

What goals have you set for yourself?
How are you going to begin to work towards one?

Romans 8:22 We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. 23 Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies24 For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all.Who hopes for what they already have? 25 But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.

26 In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. 27 And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God.

My Spit Tells Me So

Ever hope you’re a walking miracle? Ever want something to happen to you that’s so bizarre that it can only be answered by, “God did this!” 

Last night, I woke up at 2a.m. and I put some sulfur soap on my hands to wash them, after that it hurt to bend my hands still, but I felt better about starting with a good clean base. I applied my calendula salve and some jojoba oil, then snuck back under the covers but kept my hands hanging over the side, so that the sheets wouldn’t get slathered.

I began singing my songs to fall back asleep…I woke up this morning and took a room temp glass of filtered water and spit in it before I drank or ate anything. The weirdest thing happened–my spit didn’t float atop the water, it started moving down and created little tunnels or ‘legs’ and then after fifteen minutes a little cloudy patch settled at the bottom of the glass.
Click HERE to check out this test.

Candida overgrowth is weird…
But I’m convinced that’s what this is.
Click HERE to read about the link between candida and eczema

So for now, I’m layin’ low, chillin’ with Rizo all day since she got her wisdom teeth removed this morning! I’m glad my boss let me use PTO to get the day off..God is good.
I continue on my healing trek, being excited about myself (for the first time in a long while) and the fact that God has given me GREAT resources to help others.

Oh and my skin, it peeled off…the top layer of my skin flaked off in little pieces, which I used a brown sugar and coconut oil scrub to get off safely.
I think my hands are on there way to being vessels of service again…it hurts and itches still, doesn’t look different, but feels like new soft skin is breaking through…
.Hold Fast.

Songs of Healing

In recent desperation, I began using Bible verses and songs as my coping mechanism.
My aunt sent me a Thanksgiving card with the challenge to memorize Psalm 100…this was the first Bible verse I used instead of songs…interesting that it still is a Biblical song though…ha.
I encourage you to keep yourself calm by meditating on words and songs throughout your attacks or breakdowns.
We all need healing–so even if you’re not suffering from eczema, I know you’re heavy with something-whether for yourself, a friend, or a family member.
I always have the songs I have sung in church going through my head…some of these might be contrary to what you believe or know–but then, you are reading my blog for some reason…

Natalie Grant: Held
Laura Story: Blessings
Kutless: All Who Are Thirsty
The Old Hymns: It Is Well  & Be Thou My Vision

Day 2 of Bentonite Clay soak and Day 1 of carrot/apple juicing with Go Green for breakfast, raw carrots and yogurt/gogreen/diatomaceous earth for lunch and rice with cooked carrots for dinner. 

Obladi Oblada

I had an accomplishing day at work today,
one of my nine-hour days,
then drove straight to the big track meet where I helped at the finish line with my daddy.
Just like old times! 

I was a runner, fully involved in every practice, meet, and race I was allowed to be at.

My glory days have been over for many years now…

but those memories are so vivid.
The butterflies in my stomach when the starter would raise his gun,
the pressure as the scores added up,
the shouts from the crowd,
and that constant pounding of my heart in my ears as my long stride carried me across the terrain.
I loved Cross Country.

Track however, I never got involved with, only ran with them and helped coach middle school boys.  

Amazing how my life has changed…

Today at work there was mention of how I have a life that works around my job, and some of my other co-workers have their job as their life…
it got me thinking…

Things that consume my life over the chart of my days..
When I was younger {like 5} my days were made up of soccer, school, church, music.
{10} soccer, school, church, music, running

{15} school, traveling, friends, church

{17/18/19} job, traveling, working on my heart, pinterest, Mi Amor, Family, friends, running/exercise, blogging,  Positive Alternatives, Compassion, College/age bible studies, church, MOVING. 

When I add it all up over a ‘time span’, its amazing how sprinkling a little bit of this, that, and then some, creates a giant sundae that takes up your day!

Some of my cross country/track boys are graduating {SO CRAZY!} and I got the priviledge to see some of my ‘old running pals’ again tonight.

One of my guys, I had to run up and hug before his race and he welcomed me with open arms. I told him to “run hard”. He finished with his best time as I prayed the Lord would give him wings.
I flashed him a smile after the finish line and he said “That was for you, Sarah!”
ahhhh I miss my guys!
It’s great to be remembered and adored by people you feel the same way about; people who take a special place in your life because of shared memories, adventures, and hobbies.

I’m gonna miss these familiar face reunion events…

Well, to quote the Beatles…
Obladi Oblada, life goes on…