words of wisdom. wisdom of words.

DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT ever say to some one "I know what you are going through" unless you know exactly , to a tee, what that other person is going through and what you have gone through.

October 13th- How things change and some don't.

October 13th 2008 I made the trek upstate back home for heart surgery.
October 13th 2009 I flew across the world back home because of heart problems.

Circles.

I feel like the Israelites after being freed from Egypt, yet taken out into the wilderness where they were forever just going in circles and it took 40 years for them to get to the promised land.

I know my promised land is somewhere- even if it is heaven. I am willing to wait. Dueteronomy 8. The Lord has brought me to this place, this wilderness to test to me, to see what was in my heart, ad to show His love to me in a different way.

The hospitals have been crazy, lots of waiting. Not much fun. I miss Italy.
But in this I find contentment. I asked for joy and He gave it to me, and with this joy He gave me that peace, that peace that passes understanding. The peace that people look at you and wonder if you're really sick.

I don't want to sound brave, because I am not. He is my strength. Without Jesus Christ, I would have given up a while ago, probably years ago.
Praise be to Him who has delivered us, is delivering us and will deliver us from trial and tribulation!

.beauty from ashes.

Yesterday I was in an Italian hospital all day.
I won't go into detail about the very interesting experience, but I was put in a room with a lady from Morocco who didn't speak any Italian either. I actually spoke more than her. Yet we tried to converse all day while in our beds. at one point, I went upstairs to see a cardiologist, and we figured that was goodbye so we said "arrividerchi", but then I came back and was possibly staying the night.
Maria and David came back to translate what the doctors had come to and while we waited for the doctors I looked through everything that my roomies thought I needed in order to stay the night. There was my face-mask of course, some chocolate, some fruit, crackers, letters, pictures and cards and my little beany-dog, that you warm in the microwave.
When this Moroccan lady saw this dog, she was so intrigued. Maria brought it over to her, and she held it like a baby and petted it and stared at it for minutes on end.
I came to the conclusion that she loved this dog way more than I did.
Soon, I was discharged and got to go home although she still lay in her bed in the cold dark, dirty hospital with people who didn't know her language.
As I left the room, I passed her the dog, I put him in her arms and the look on her face was indescribable! I felt like a hero although I had done nothing. She continued to kiss me and hug me repetitively and we got a picture together.
It's amazing how the Lord works these things out, taking a messy situation and making it into a blessing. Only in Christ does something this beautiful happen.
Although I never knew that woman's name, I hope when she held that dog last night that she felt the Lord's arms around her. Maybe someday she'll come to know Him who is greater. He who is her healer.

not so much

Not really looking forward to going to an Italian hospital.
I need wisdom.
I need strength.
I need this heart to beat.
Pray that I can make it through this next week.
Pray that I'll get some sort of revelation from the Lord on whether or not I should stay in this land of dreams or whether I should head back to the states with my bi-polar heart.
A lot is going through my head right now.
In exception to Jesus, I am all alone. No one knows my situation or my problems.
Please pray for understanding and for peace and rest.

.just a small request.

i am in italy.
the heart needs prayer.
so pray for this muscle, that it holds up for a few more months.
much love from Montebelluna.

xoxo,
Jordyn