The will of God will never take you
Where the grace of God cannot keep you,
Where the arms of God cannot support you,
Where the riches of God cannot supply your needs,
Where the power of God cannot endow you.
The will of God will never take you
Where the Spirit of God cannot work through you,
Where the wisdom of God cannot teach you,
Where the army of God cannot protect you,
Where the hands of God cannot mold you.
The will of God will never take you
Where the love of God cannot enfold you,
Where the mercies of God cannot sustain you,
Where the peace of God cannot calm your fears,
Where the authority of God cannot overrule for you.
The will of God will never take you
Where the comfort of God cannot dry your tears,
Where the Word of God cannot feed you,
Where the miracles of God cannot be done for you,
Where the omnipresence of God cannot find you.
Everything happens for a purpose. We may not
see the wisdom of it all now, but trust and believe
in the Lord that everything is for the best.
~Author Unknown
Sometimes I'm
filled with nostalgia
For the days before Fibromyalgia
When I could dance and swim and run and jump
When my body wasn't covered with lump after lump
When I'd climb into bed and sleep like a log
When my brain wasn't muddled with fibrofog
When my muscles and joints weren't stiff and sore
When I didn't bump into the wall or the door
When I had lots of energy and was not always tired
When I didn't have to worry about getting fired
When I didn't have gas, and a big, bloated tummy
And could eat all those foods that are oh, so yummy
When I could run up the steps and walk a fast mile
When lying around just wasn't my style
When restless leg and aching feet
Didn't disturb my pitiful sleep
So I'm taking my guai and avoiding those sals
While reading the e-mails from all my new pals
Maybe someday soon I won't be such a mess
Thanks to the help of that SAINT, Dr. S.!
Written by Polly Harris
(Used with permission)
The Silent Haunter
What do you do when nothing seems to cleanse the frustration?
You cry and cry, but still feel no release.
What do you do when you notice you only now catch glimpses of who you used to be?
The good attributes just seem to fade far away.
What do you think when you feel that you're no longer one of the actors in the play of life,
but merely a person in the audience watching life go by?
What do you say when you pour the anguish out in words to someone who no longer seems to hear you?
You then find that instead of screaming, you now only whisper as if you've given up on the fight.
What do you think when your brain seems to have left your body?
You only hope to perform the task at hand and beg your body and brain over and over to just work as it once did not so long ago.
How do you perform the next task when you know that it simply will not be enough?
You are always behind and must perform at your highest level just to get the simple things done.
How do you wake up in the morning abruptly shaken with the fact that you are diseased?
Today may be a good day or a bad day, but the choice is no longer up to you.
How do you feel when you realize this "thing" has been the problem haunting you most of your life?
Should you be excited because you are not insane after all, or sad because life has dealt you a silent disease.
How do you go on when you feel the pain is just too much, has gone on too long, or is just something you are no longer strong enough to overcome?
What do you do?
What do you say?
What do you think?
How should you feel?
How do you go on?
You just do.
Written by Cherylyn Hetler
A Poem on
Courage - and its Source
I refuse to be discouraged,
To be sad, or to cry;
I refuse to be downhearted,
and here's the reason why...
I have a God who's mighty,
Who's sovereign and supreme;
I have a God who loves me,
and I am on His team.
He is all wise and powerful,
Jesus is His name;
Though everything is changeable,
My God remains the same.
My God knows all that's happening;
Beginning to the end,
His presence is my comfort,
He is my dearest friend.
When sickness comes to weaken me,
To bring my head down low,
I call upon my mighty God;
Into His arms I go.
When circumstances threaten
to rob me from my peace;
He draws me close unto His breast,
Where all my strivings cease.
And when my heart melts within me,
and weakness takes control;
He gathers me into His arms,
He soothes my heart and soul.
The great "I AM" is with me,
My life is in His hand,
The "Son of the Lord" is my hope,
It's in His strength I stand.
I refuse to be defeated,
My eyes are on my God;
He has promised to be with me,
as through this life I trod.
I'm looking past all my circumstances,
To Heaven's throne above;
My prayers have reached the heart of God,
I'm resting in His love.
I give God thanks in everything,
My eyes are on His face;
The battle's His, the victory is mine;
He'll help me win the race.
~Author Unknown
The Guai Flower
Written By Char Melson
(Used with permission)
PREPARE THE SOIL - Read our
website and Archives. Make decision to start
PLANT THE SEED - Take first dose of Guaifenesin. Find correct cycling dose.
WATER THE SEED - Do the Guai protocol correctly. Eliminate Salicylates. Do the HG Diet if needed. Take care of other conditions.
WATCH IT
FERTILIZE THE
INSECTS ARRIVE - Our setbacks, cycles, blocking, doubts, pain, fatigue, depression, dizziness, fibro fog, etc..
ERADICATE THE I
A
BEAUTIFUL
Footprints
One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand,
one belonging to him, and the other belonging to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his life
there was only one set of footprints.
He noticed that it happened at the very lowest
and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it.
Lord, you said that once I decided to follow You,
You'd walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most troublesome
times in my life, there is only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why, when I needed you most, you would leave me.
The Lord replied "My son. My precious child,
I love you and would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you."
Margaret Fishback Powers
I Asked God
A Poem
on Courage - and its Source
I refuse to be discouraged,
To be sad, or to cry;
I refuse to be downhearted,
and here's the reason why...
I have a God who's mighty,
Who's sovereign and supreme;
I have a God who loves me,
and I am on His team.
He is all wise and powerful,
Jesus is His name;
Though everything is changeable,
My God remains the same.
My God knows all that's happening;
Beginning to the end,
His presence is my comfort,
He is my dearest friend.
When sickness comes to weaken me,
To bring my head down low,
I call upon my mighty God;
Into His arms I go.
When circumstances threaten
to rob me from my peace;
He draws me close unto His breast,
Where all my strivings cease.
And when my heart melts within me,
and weakness takes control;
He gathers me into His arms,
He soothes my heart and soul.
The great "I AM" is with me,
My life is in His hand,
The "Son of the Lord" is my hope,
It's in His strength I stand.
I refuse to be defeated,
My eyes are on my God;
He has promised to be with me,
as through this life I trod.
I'm looking past all my circumstances,
To Heaven's throne above;
My prayers have reached the heart of God,
I'm resting in His love.
I give God thanks in everything,
My eyes are on His face;
The battle's His, the victory is mine;
He'll help me win the race.
~Author Unknown
My FMS Song
Today I am but a pale
shadow of myself
A crumpled angel on the floor
I cannot even find my wings
Can't get past my bedroom door.
I long to swim through cocaine clouds
Endless lapses in time
Veins softly touched by a caffeine breeze
Those were days when I felt fine.
(Chorus 1)
Come walk with me
Come talk with me
As slow as it might be
Come be with me
Come free with me
I made it one more day.
(Chorus 2)
Come walk with me
Come talk with me
As slow as I may go
Come be with me
Come free with me
I can't keep up the show.
Lost hope will only be forgotten
By tomorrow's rising sun
It's excruciating and painfully rotten
When will it all be done
A glimmer of light blinds me in fright
A bump broken in the tears
I'll often stare off into space
Wishing for those lost years.
I may simply part the nicotine nova
Though that's really no means to an end
I sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep
My body just has to mend
(Chorus 1)
Come walk with me
Come talk with me
As slow as it might be
Come be with me
Come free with me
I made it one more day.
(Chorus 3)
Baby, come walk with me
Come talk with me
I may need help to stand
Come be with me
Come free with me
A deuce is the better hand.
(Chorus 1)
Come walk with me
Come talk with me
As slow as it might be
Come be with me
Come free with me
I made it one more day.
Written by Diane LaBuda
(Used with permission)
Copyright © 2005 Carol Stous Hetler. All rights reserved.
Contact Carol at: chetler@satx.rr.com