Oil of Oregano

This may sound like something to add to your next Italian dish; however, I found out this week exactly what the stuff is used for. I have been recovering from a difficult combination of health struggles, one of them is digestive issues that have been ailing me for a year and a half. I have been through multiple tests as well as meds, supplements, eating plans, etc. You name it~ if it supposed to help with digestion, I've tried it including fresh raw garlic which I don't recommend for social reasons.

Anyway, this is the kind of thing I ask God, "Do you remember what I'm going through? Can you not just give it an instant fix?" I've had multiple people pray for me and over me. The answer has stumped my doctor as well. It feels downright frustrating after a while to wonder why this type of thing is allowed to linger and consume my time, energy and money.

As I was looking on the web where I find all my medical info. *smile* about a possible cause my doctor had mentioned, I read that oil of oregano is used to treat it at times. I thought to myself, "There's something I haven't tried." I even looked at the stuff at Whole Foods this week, but seeing that it costs between $20 - $30 decided to wait to ask my doctor about it at my appt. on Friday.

Well, on Thursday, I received a call from the doctor's office. I thought they were going to give me the ususal reminder. Instead the receptionist said she had the doctor on the line. When he came on the line, he said he had just finished reading an article about the possible cause of the symptoms I have been experiencing and the prescribed remedy was OIL OF OREGANO. I was shocked and told him I had that very thing on my list to ask him about at my appointment. I don't think he realized that I was on his calendar the next day. I said I thought it was a God thing. My doctor, being a believer, affirmed, "That's the way God works."

At my appt., my doctor and a lady who works with him prayed a very special healing blessing over me. I don't know why God allows things to go on and on at times but I do know their prayers and kindness were a huge boost to my heart. I bought my oil of oregano yesterday and began taking it. As I've read up on this herb, it's used for a myriad of ailments including pain issues and allergies. My fun friend said that she thinks I will attract an Italian man. We'll see if that's one of the benefits. I can't say my digestion is back to normal yet but I do have a renewed hope that God is listening and wants to speak about the smaller and bigger issues of life.

Moving out, moving in, moving on?

Hi again friends. Thanks bunches for visiting face to face. Here goes my second post. I mentioned that I wanted to write about my re-move into the same apartment I lived in a few months ago. Well, the story goes like this. My rent was being increased to the point that it felt like a big load and more than I should have to pay for my space, although I loved my apartment with its high ceiling, fireplace, trees outside my windows and balcony facing sunset. Not to mention being able to call maintenance for anything that went clink, clank or just didn't work. Being on the third floor, a kindred friend referred to it as my treehouse. I am also restless and wanting the Lord to move me on in life literally. I would like to turn the page of the next chapter of my life and have it entitled, "Life with Mr. Knightly".

One morning I was calling out to God about my financial obligations, some of which arose from the publishing of my bible study. I told the Lord I wished I could get out from underneath my rent. That day I received an email from a dear friend, generously offering for me to live in her home until it sold. At the same time, I asked God if a certain gentleman in my life would initiate with me more definitively. The next night I received an email from him, inviting me to come to where he lives to celebrate the publishing with friends and spend time with him. Given all the variables in my life, I felt God giving me the courage to make this change.

So I packed up my life. Put everything in boxes, sold a few items, found a storage space and moved in with my friend, her cat and her dog. My life was poised to change and I was expectant. It was an adventure because we didn't know when my friend's house would sell. I asked God to do something special around the timing of the selling of her house. That His fingerprints would be all over timing in my life. I was hoping it would revolve around the romantic genre of my life.

I enjoyed my new neighborhood and exploring different walking trails. I learned what it was like to live with someone again~ a housemate who has excellent taste in cooking and fresh flowers is the way to go. I saved money and felt my financial burdens grow lighter. I went to visit the previously mentioned gentleman and felt positive and yet unsure of where we might be going. Over time and more interaction, it became clear that this gentlemanly character was painfully being written out of my plot.

Then my friends' house sold. I couldn't believe that God would write the story this way. I was beyond faint hearted when I thought about having to look for another apartment and unpack again as a single woman. My kindred friend suggested I call up my former apartment complex to see if my treehouse was still available. Keep in mind that this is 3 and a half months after I moved out and that this complex is huge. Upon inquiring, I was told my unit was available and had undergone an entire renovation. . .new floors, light fixtures, appliances, sinks, blinds, granite countertops, etc. . . and would be completed just days before I would need to move in.

I signed a lease for the same space I thought I'd never live in again. Here's the kicker. Because I was now classified as a "new renter", I was entitled to special deals so that the rent I am now paying is $100 less than when I moved out. For a completely updated space. Even the women who worked at the leasing office jaws dropped when they realized I was moving back in to the same space. One of the asked me, "Where did you go for three months?" "It's a God thing" was my reply while smiling inside at God's ability to be a show off.

Even though I am so grateful for my newly renovated treehouse at a lower price, I do tell the Lord that I am sitting on the edge of my seat for Him to write the next chapter, asking specifically that the drama would include moving into a home with my husband. For today, as I look around at the special touches and think about the amazing timing of this space being ready for me, I hear Him whisper, "I can do timing. I am intimatley involved in every hour, minute and day of your life. I am working toward the visions I have for you at the appointed time. Your times are in My Hand." I realize once again that God's plots are unpredictable and draw me to applaud His character.