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Milton, here:

Walking through the houses we’ve lived in–or the churches we’ve served–or, google Kristy’s name–will quickly show you how creative this lady is. Her office files are filled with articles for church secretaries and pastor’s wives and marital issues and newspaper cooking columns as well as theological issues…

She has written plays, directed dramas, played the piano and organ, and has a beautiful voice. She is an excellent photographer and can draw and paint. I have marvelled as she has led just about every area of ministry within a church and has mentored pastors’ wives, writers, and many other key leader positions. She is a great Bible teacher and knows how to pray.

To be honest one can get real tired just contemplating all the energetic endeavors of this lady. She has designed houses and churches and flower beds and church magazine layouts and written books and spoken across the nation and the Caribbean.

And she does it all with enthusiasm, excellence, and ease. (I know this is not the easiest color to read, but it’s her color.)

Once she brought an old beat up doll house home. It was in terrible shape and I was a little aggravated that she wanted to bring it into the house. She said, “I can see in refinished and looking beautiful.” I got it out of the trunk of the car for her. It wasn’t long before she stripped the old paint off and refinished it. The girls had a ball playing with it and Kristy even wrote an article about it which was published in a national magazine.

I could tell you about clocks, stained glass, furniture, wall paper, hanging pictures, and the list goes on and on to which she has added her special touches.

The wall clock, pictured, didn’t have the inner clock and it all was the wrong color so she found the inner clock and repainted all of it.

The stained glass in our home, pictured, wasn’t the right colors so she repainted it. She painted two preschools in churches with huge murals. She has designed kitchen cabinets and arranged flowers and designed and made clothes.

Are you tired yet?

She has authored numerous columns for New York Times subsidiaries and other publications and has well over 600 articles published in various local and national publications. She has had nine works of fiction published with several more completed and waiting to be published, and has written several hundred blog posts.

I have watched her give literally hundreds of books to pastor’s wives and bless many other people in the most unique ways you could imagine.

The most thrilling thing to me is that she has done this and much more for the glory of God. She has lived and is living with eternal purpose.

These are just a few of the reasons I am praying for her complete healing so she can continue her creative works.

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She has worked very creatively to help me look as good as possible–maybe her most creative work.

Milton, here:

They say there is safety in numbers and it’s true, but what about safety in a couple cuddling up? If it’s safer to buckle up in a car, it’s bound to be safer to cuddle up in a marriage.

One night last week Kristy wanted me to hold her and hold her tight. She was dealing with multiple struggles and needed someone to make her feel safe. I could sense that as we held each close that she was comforted and that issues she was dealing with were all disquieted. She felt secure knowing that she wasn’t alone and that there was strength holding her beyond her own.

Storms are weathered much easier and safer when someone is with you. Stormy times in marriage can often be minimized when couples cuddle up before the the bad weather. It is like preventive maintenance. The more effort made to show and share love before issues arise the less the stress and wear will be when things are rocky and the wind is blowing.

Cuddling may seem too feminine for some guys, and regrettably some women are too cold to welcome their guys. How sad for both.

I have tried many forms of expression to make Kristy feel loved and special—you know, with cards, flowers, gifts, trips, tender moments, and trying to do all the little special things she likes.

But last Friday evening, we cuddled up and told each other in simple and dear ways why we have loved each other. It made the immediate storm less difficult to face. She felt safe and I felt good. We are facing it together with His arms around us.

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How is Kristy?

She had a tough day Monday. Throughout the 30 radiation treatments, she couldn’t wait to get back to “the story of her heart.” But she had another problem with her periphereal vision and couldn’t continue.

An appointment with the eye doctor is scheduled for Wednesday.

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Kristy, here: I have a running appointment with Dr. Jesus. Whatever the need, He’s always there.

An old hymn says, “My Jesus knows just what I need. My Jesus knows just what I need. He satisfies, and every need supplies. For He knows just what I need.”

Milton, here. Kristy has asked me to post for a few days so hopefully she can get back into her writing. So, here goes…

Milton, here:

We are obviously believing for complete healing, but the enemy of our souls comes with all forms of tormenting thoughts. Over the last few days, she had thoughts such as, I’m going to die. While I try to understand what she is going through, the fact is I don’t know. I hold her, speak words of life to her, and believe with her and for her.

ALL DAY YESTERDAY, this thought kept coming to me: You’re going to die.

My prognosis is bleak. Does anyone survive brain cancer? GBM, stage 4?

I remembered 1) what Lennie said to tell me, “It’s going to be okay.” 2) His wife Cheryl, his wife, said: “Kristy, when we were Young Life sponsors, a beautiful young sixteen-year-old girl came to our meeting and accepted Christ. We were thrilled. A few months later, she came down with cancer in her leg. Five months later, it had spread. ‘Questions bombarded me,’ Cheryl said. The girl walked the graduation line and then died. I couldn’t understand. I said, ‘Lord, how can you do this? Take this young girl who just accepted Christ and has a lifetime to of living?’ Cheryl said the Lord said to her: ‘Cheryl, I’m only taking her a blink of the eye in front of you.’ She said that comforted her, to be reminded that life is short for all of us, compared with eternity.

Others sent so many encouraging things, I could write a book. My brother Terry, as well as Carlos, a deacon, and a few others who wrote me about King Hezekiah’s unusual story of healing have been particularly meaningful, plus the other scriptures people have sent. Keep them coming.

LAST EVENING, around six or seven, the black veil lifted, and in its place came peace, joy, and love. I had I know it happened because people are praying for me. It’s a wonderful thing to know that when you don’t feel like praying–or, can’t pray, God sends people to pray for you.

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I like this picture. It made me smile.

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Milton, here:

All of us choose what we dwell on. We can’t always control what comes to our minds, but we can choose to change the subject or our thoughts. Kristy has chosen to meditate on the good things of the Lord. Thank you for praying for her and us. Prayer changes things….

As Jesus and his disciples were leaving Jericho, two blind shouted, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on us!”

Jesus stopped. “What do you want me to do for you?”

“Lord,” they answered, “we want our sight.”

Jesus had compassion on them and touched their eyes, the Bible says. Immediately they received their sight.

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Picture: The day I came home from the hospital.

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From the time I was diagnosed with GBM brain cancer in November, 2007, I prayed, “Lord let my life count for You. Use me for Your glory.” My complete trust was in Him, and, it’s a prayer I’ve prayed since I was a teenager.

From the volume of emails, comments on my blog, letters, cards, and phone calls, I believe that prayer is being answered. Hearing these reports has thrilled me, to know I am touching people, and drawing them closer to the Lord. Some have even said they’re closer to their spouses.

The second prayer of my heart was, “Lord, if you want to heal me on earth, I want that, too. If you want to heal me in heaven, that’s okay, too, because I’ll get to see my beloved parents that much sooner.” It wasn’t that I had a lack of faith; it was simply that I was resting in the everlasting arms of God.

But that second prayer changed: “Lord, extend my life like You did King Hezekiah’s.”

I’m been bold in my asking, just as the two blind men in Matthew 20:29-34, NIV.

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Following my surgery and having seen the pathologist’s report, two neurosurgeons gave me this prognosis: on the average, you will live three to six to nine months.

I’ve just changed that second prayer again. It’s even bolder: “LORD, I WANT YOU TO EXTEND MY LIFE!”

JOY: The title of this post/article is: “In Death’s Waiting Room.” IT’S NOT WHERE I AM. I’m only quoting a phrase from the Bible (The Message; Isaiah 38) which tells the story of King Hezekiah’s miraculous healing. At the end of this, you’ll see why I chose this title.

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Recently in church, Pastor Mike asked the children to come forward and do the motions to a song. (After the praise and worship, Milton speaks a blessing over the children and releases them to children’s church.) As the children sang, my feet would NOT keep still, and soon, they carried me to them. We “danced” and sang and did the motions to “Waves of mercy, waves of grace, everywhere I look, I see your face.”

Though this picture was taken in November on the night before my surgery, I’m still acting this way! As I’ve taken the 27 of the 30 radiation treatments, the people at the cancer center told my daughters they’re surprised I’m: 1) not staggering, 2) not having speech problems, and 3) have only lost part of my hair.

“It doesn’t surprise me,” said our daughter Jennifer. “It’s so typical of you that you are doing better than what they expected. You’re strong, Mom. God made you that way. You’re unique and special.”

Monday, for the first time, I found out the GBM brain cancer isn’t contained to the left side only. It “satellites” to the right side through “tubes.” When the doctor said this, the same cloud of peace descended on me as the one that descended on me during my diagnosis.

“I don’t think the prognosis applies to you, Mom,” Jennifer said.

I’m living proof of that (scroll down and read yesterday’s post). Thank You, Lord.

“Mom,” she said, “this has been a roller coaster ride for us. The questions come to me: should I be feeling grieved that you’re going to die? Or joy and elation that you’re going to be healed? I’ve experienceed two extremes of emotions, but most of the time I’ve feltl numb. I’ve been asking God, ‘What’s going to happen to Mom? To us? How is this going to end?’”

Then she said the Lord led her to 1 Corinthians 2:9: “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him.”

She said, “The Lord said, ‘Don’t worry about it. It’s going to be good, Mom.”

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HEZEKIAH…When I received the diagnosis November 7, Milton and I drove straight to the Wednesday night prayer meeting. He thought I would want to go home for quiet reflection or talk about this staggering news. But I wanted to be in the house of the Lord surrounded by faith-filled folks.

I told the congregation of my diagnosis, and they gathered around me and prayed. Tears flowed. Words of comfort and assurance came.

At that prayer meeting, Carlos, a deacon, said the Lord was going to extend my life. He briefly told the story of how King Hezekiah asked God to extend his life. Carlos said God was going to extend mine.

At the prayer meeting this past Saturday night, Carlos said he “saw” into my head. He “saw” an area that looked like raw liver. “They weren’t normal brain cells,” he said. When he looked again, it was like a surgeon had removed them, and then he “saw” normal brain cells. Shortly after, he “saw” that the area had been replaced with normal brain cells.

I believe this. My faith is strong. But if my faith was only the size of a mustard seed, it would be okay, because Jesus said thats all we need. “Lord, bring on more good things!”

The photo above shows Carlos’s family singing In All of His Glory during the Christmas season. Left to right: Carlos, Jr., who’s majoring in music at Southeastern University; Carlos, Sr.; Isabel; and Rosabel, who’s majoring in architecture at Florida Atlantic University. As they sang, Milton was so excited. He was going to preach on the subject, “God’s Glory,” and it was a confirmation to him.

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HEZEKIAH…Two weeks ago, Jennifer’s Bible study was about divine healing and the story of King Hezekiah. “I thought it was neat that Hezekiah asked God for more time and He gave it,” she said. “This story is for you, Mom.”

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HEZEKIAH…My brother Terry told me to read the story and apply it to my life, and I wrote about it.

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HEZEKIAH…In the Comments Section, some have told me to read this story, saying they’re praying that God will extend my life.

***

HEZEKIAH: “In the very prime of life, I have to leave,” King Hezekiah said. “Whatever time I have left is spent in death’s waiting room.”

But the picture changed!

“God saves and will save me,” he said. “As fiddlers and mandolins strike up the tunes, we’ll sing, oh, we’ll sing, for the rest of our lives.”

***

I’m kicking up my heels and singing for joy.

JOY: The title of this post/article is: “In Death’s Waiting Room.” IT’S NOT WHERE I AM. I’m only quoting a phrase from the Bible (The Message; Isaiah 38) which tells the story of King Hezekiah’s miraculous healing. At the end of this, you’ll see why I chose this title.

***

Recently in church, Pastor Mike asked the children to come forward and do the motions to a song. (After the praise and worship, Milton speaks a blessing over the children and releases them to children’s church.) As the children sang, my feet would NOT keep still, and soon, they carried me to them. We “danced” and sang and did the motions to “Waves of mercy, waves of grace, everywhere I look, I see your face.”

Though this picture was taken in November on the night before my surgery, I’m still acting this way! As I’ve taken the 27 of the 30 radiation treatments, the people at the cancer center told my daughters they’re surprised I’m: 1) not staggering, 2) not having speech problems, and 3) have only lost part of my hair.

“It doesn’t surprise me,” said our daughter Jennifer. “It’s so typical of you that you are doing better than what they expected. You’re strong, Mom. God made you that way. You’re unique and special.”

Monday, for the first time, I found out the GBM brain cancer isn’t contained to the left side only. It “satellites” to the right side through “tubes.” When the doctor said this, the same cloud of peace descended on me as the one that descended on me during my diagnosis.

“I don’t think the prognosis applies to you, Mom,” Jennifer said.

I’m living proof of that (scroll down and read yesterday’s post). Thank You, Lord.

“Mom,” she said, “this has been a roller coaster ride for us. The questions come to me: should I be feeling grieved that you’re going to die? Or joy and elation that you’re going to be healed? I’ve experienceed two extremes of emotions, but most of the time I’ve feltl numb. I’ve been asking God, ‘What’s going to happen to Mom? To us? How is this going to end?’”

Then she said the Lord led her to 1 Corinthians 2:9: “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him.”

She said, “The Lord said, ‘Don’t worry about it. It’s going to be good, Mom.”

***

HEZEKIAH…When I received the diagnosis November 7, Milton and I drove straight to the Wednesday night prayer meeting. He thought I would want to go home for quiet reflection or talk about this staggering news. But I wanted to be in the house of the Lord surrounded by faith-filled folks.

I told the congregation of my diagnosis, and they gathered around me and prayed. Tears flowed. Words of comfort and assurance came.

At that prayer meeting, Carlos, a deacon, said the Lord was going to extend my life. He briefly told the story of how King Hezekiah asked God to extend his life. Carlos said God was going to extend mine.

At the prayer meeting this past Saturday night, Carlos said he “saw” into my head. He “saw” an area that looked like raw liver. “They weren’t normal brain cells,” he said. When he looked again, it was like a surgeon had removed them, and then he “saw” normal brain cells. Shortly after, he “saw” that the area had been replaced with normal brain cells.

I believe this. My faith is strong. But if my faith was only the size of a mustard seed, it would be okay, because Jesus said thats all we need. “Lord, bring on more good things!”

The photo above shows Carlos’s family singing In All of His Glory during the Christmas season. Left to right: Carlos, Jr., who’s majoring in music at Southeastern University; Carlos, Sr.; Isabel; and Rosabel, who’s majoring in architecture at Florida Atlantic University. As they sang, Milton was so excited. He was going to preach on the subject, “God’s Glory,” and it was a confirmation to him.

***

HEZEKIAH…Two weeks ago, Jennifer’s Bible study was about divine healing and the story of King Hezekiah. “I thought it was neat that Hezekiah asked God for more time and He gave it,” she said. “This story is for you, Mom.”

***

HEZEKIAH…My brother Terry told me to read the story and apply it to my life, and I wrote about it.

***

HEZEKIAH…In the Comments Section, some have told me to read this story, saying they’re praying that God will extend my life.

***

HEZEKIAH: “In the very prime of life, I have to leave,” King Hezekiah said. “Whatever time I have left is spent in death’s waiting room.”

But the picture changed!

“God saves and will save me,” he said. “As fiddlers and mandolins strike up the tunes, we’ll sing, oh, we’ll sing, for the rest of our lives.”

***

I’m kicking up my heels and singing for joy.