Mom's Journey Blog

I finished my current Oola book - "Oola for Christians" - and realized that God has made a way for me to combine Fitness, Faith, and Field (work). 😍 That is why my journey in Young Living has been so awesome for me 😍 My Family and Friends that are to be with me for a lifetime will be those who journey with me with those same values, and together we will have so much Fun in life as we become more and more Financially fit. That encompasses all 7 Fs of my Oola life - a life of balance in every area.

Just wanted to share that insight with you in this blogpost ... that lightbulb moment.... because it was just such a great insight for me. It’s all just coming together beautifully and I’m so much more peaceful now - I no longer worry about those that don’t journey with me or make different choices than I do. It just means that they are not on the same path as I am; our paths are diverging, while at the same time my path is converging with that of others, and I just have to let God decide all of that for me. I just need to continue to build my relationship with Him day by day and allow Him to use in any way He desires, without making excuses.

 

I love how God continues working in my life and then lets me know along the way how it’s all coming together 😍

 

 

 

I can't seem to upload my video on this website, so please follow this link to read the blog post I wrote on my business website:   https://getoiling.com/MessengersOfHope/blog/6731/why-i-joined-young-living-and-made-sharing-about-it-my-lifetime-career

 

Have an amazing day!

As the saying goes, it’s best to teach a person how to fish than it is to simply give them a fish to feed their family for the day. It’s good to be generous with our money and help those in need, of course, but  every person we are able to EMPOWER by giving them a chance to start and build their own business, something only a few people could accomplish before network marketing came into existence, is an opportunity for which they will end up being grateful for the rest of their lives.

That’s why I love sharing about the great opportunity Young Living offers, The journey-length to reach the top leadership position will vary for each person depending on many factors, but the person we become during this exhilarating journey is priceless 😍😎 Not only will we have made it a habit to live fit and healthy lifestyles, thereby enhancing our health in physically, mentally, and emotionally, but we will have helped many others on their journey as well, and our character will be radically transformed. 

If you think God could never use you to bless someone else and to impact the lives of many others in POWERFUL ways, this post is for you. Read on. 😍

 

I was ridden with guilt and shame because of things I had done in the past. I never thought God would choose to use me in any way because of the horrible character traits I had, and still struggle with actually. But I understand now what the apostle Paul now says - it’s not that I’ve attained perfection yet, but I have left the past behind and strive towards the goal God has set before me.

 

The devil loves to make me relive things I’ve done in the past - things like being incredibly disrespectful and unloving to my mom, being terribly impatient with my kids and yelling at them a lot as they grew up, and having several affairs with men after my first husband left me (some married, some single, some going through divorce). The shame and guilt I carried around for years caused me to believe I deserved to be punished and mistreated and never, ever succeed in the area where I had felt a strong pull from God to do.

 

Now, after spending a few years focused on completely surrendering every part of my life to God, whenever I am attacked with self-defeating thoughts I simply agree with the devil and let him know “Yes, I know that I’ve done all those things and still struggle, but praise be to God for HIS power is made more visible in my weaknesses. He is still working in my life daily and will be faithful to complete that work, just as He promised. What you meant for evil, to sabotage my life story, God will weave together in amazing ways to bless others in ways I can’t even yet imagine or comprehend.” Fear, shame and guilt no longer get me down. God is transforming me into a confident leader and, as long as I stay connected to Him and rely on HIS power and wisdom in order to lead those He places in my path, amazing things will continually happen as He works through me.

 

The same kind of thing can happen to you! 😎 Just relinquish every part of your life to God and allow Him to have complete control. Then, tell others all He does in your life and through you so that others can have a HOPE they never imagined possible.

There comes a time in your life when you just have to decide to travel the path alone. You must let go of the desire for praise and acceptance from family and friends and/or of their continued scorn because the path you chose to follow seems so illogical to them. Is it easy? No. But God will be with you every step of the way to give you all that you need to stay on the path, mentoring  you, strengthening you, and granting you peace and joy in the midst of it all. 

 

JUST DON'T ACT LIKE A VICTIM! At the end you will be VICTORIOUS as you share your story with others. God will use every experience you have had as long as you are willing to share each of them in order to help others in ways you can't possibly imagine right now. I don't know how long your journey will be, but don't worry about that.

 

Just focus on God. Allow Him to trade your sorrows for JOY, as He desires to do (Jeremiah 31:13). Don't hold on to the pain, shame or guilt any longer. God did not intend mourning and pain to last forever. He wants to USE your story to bring hope and comfort to others who are going through the same experience as you have and experienced God's presence, peace and joy. 

 

I'd like to share a small part of my story with you. If you want to hear it, read on.

 

There's a lot of experiences I could share, but this blog post is only going to focus on one aspect, which is the reason why I chose to not ever use pharmaceutical drugs again or go to be treated by mainstream doctors, unless I'm in an accident and they need to fix up my bones or whatever, like what happened when I broke my wrists. (I don't hate doctors, they are just not as necessary in our every day lives as we have been led to believe)

 

This story is about my mom, who left this earth almost three years ago. She had served for many years as a missionary in Colombia, where she met my dad, and then they served there together for about 40 years. Then they retired from that mission field, but not from serving God. They moved to Latvia, until my dad died and was buried by my uncle, who had died 3 months before he did. That is a story for another time....

 

After my dad was buried, my brothers and I brought my mom back to the States, where we live. She found her place of service in an elderly community from July of 2012 until April of 2016, when my brother called the ambulance to trasport her to a hospital because he thought they would be able to treat her cough and other ailments better there. 

 

Allow me to explain.... My mom had gone through eye surgery a few months before (in November of 2015), which probably, looking back, was one that had not been necessary. My mom and I had just wanted some yellow bags under her eyes checked out and the eye specialist in Irvine immediately said she needed surgery, without considering the fact that she had been diagnosed with a blood cancer disease called myeloma a couple of years before; he didn't think that her medical history would affect her surgery in any way.

They sent her home right after the surgery took place, and the next day she had to go through emergency surgery, after laying for an hour or two in a bed at the ER. She bled a lot, but finally after about an hour they got it it under the control. The doctor that treated her during this surgery commented to me, "I've never seen anyone bleed so much!". The was the beginning of the end.... We took her home and she was to apply an antibioitic creme to her eye and keep it covered for a few weeks. Her eye was healing, but her life was never the same after that. 

 

Her health got worse. This once strong, very independent woman, became less and less able to take care of herself and that was extremely hard for her to come to terms with because, in her own words, she never wanted to be a burden to her family. She was admitted into the hospital after falling one night as she got up to go to the bathroom, where she got weaker and weaker for several days, and then was transported to St Elizabeth for recovery. She was placed on many medications, along with a medication that she had been injecting in her stomach once a week for several years now. Her medication went up, including more powerful oral antibiotics, and her health spiraled down. She did regain the ability to walk, though slowly and with a walker, and was beginning to regain continence of her bowels, and therefore she was allowed to go back home to live on her own on Thursday of Holy Week that year. She felt very weak though, and would not exercise or eat much - she had no energy whatsoever, she explained to us.

She still wanted to live independently, so we hired someone to be with her, but she just kept getting worse and eventually needed 24/7 care, which was eating up her finances, of course. Her whole body got extremely inflamed, and she lost her ability to control her bowels almost completely, yet her body kept tyring to get rid of the toxins and she was up all night trying to get to the bathroom with the aid. It was a nightmare for her night after night for many nights, I'm sure! Her immune system was getting weaker and weaker and therefore her ability to recover was lessened as the days went by. 

 

On as Sunday in April of 2016, the day-aid taking care of her called my brother in the evening and let him know she had slept all day and had developed a cough. He let my brother and me know and rushed over there. By the time I got there, he had called 911. I came in and applied some Eucalyptus oil on her chest and back. By the time the paramedics arrived and they strapped her to a moving bed, she was sitting up wondering what was going on. After about 5 minutes they said she was doing better, and wondered if we still wanted her to go to the hospital to be checked out. My brother said yes, and my mom and I went along with that decision. That was the beginning of the end. 

 

At the hospital she was not treated well. The workers just treated her like another patient to take care of out of the thousands. When they went to clean her, they turned her over without any care and she felt so scared and sad. I could tell from her face reactions and her cringing. It was so hard to see. She slowly kept going down not only physically but emotionally. Two days after being there, my mom said she had a dream. In it, she was in the bottom of a dump filled with used things, and she heard a voice from above say "You have been CHOSEN to live". She looked up and exclaimed in horror, "Why?" and then she must have woken up because she just looked away from me as if she was transported to some other world. I knew then and there that she didn't want to live here anymore. That night, I got a call from the oncologist who had been treating her and said that when he saw her on his rounds she looked so weak and frail. He didn't know what else to do, he explained, so he gave her an injection of the medicine she had been using to give her white blood cells a boost. She ordered it to be given to her three times a week now, instead of twice a week, which had already been up from once a week.

 

The next day, she was transported to another rehabilitation facility. She woke up and saw that all her children and their families were there, and that her youngest sister had flown in from Africa (where she was serving as a missionary) to see her. She was so happy as she exclaimed, "I'm having a family reunion!" She spent a week with her sister coming in to visit and reminisce old memories. She seemed to be getting better, but her bedsores were getting slowly worse and her inflammation had increased even more than when she went in! The manager of the facility, instead of having compassion, said that she had gained an incredible amount of weight and we needed to purchase new clothes for her because it wasn't good for her to go out in public looking the way she did. I don't know why I never reported him for that insensitive statement.... 

 

She was having rehabilitation exercises on her legs, though needed lots of assistance. I would roll on some immune-boosting essential oils on her feet and massage them in the mornings when I visited her. She loved that treatement and amazingly the inflammation in her legs started to go down! However, it was all happening so quickly that her skin opened up. Though the nurse in charge knew that it was the fact that she was detoxing quickly and that is why it opened up, she decided it best to wrap up her legs so that nobody could massage them and she could have them treated once a day with a triple-antibiotic creme after they scraped off what they thought was unnecessary. Sadly, this treatment completely warranted her legs unusable because all the nerve endings were scraped off. She felt no pain anymore, but she could no longer use them or move them at all. They were completely bruised and in terrible condition when they would take off the bandage. It was horrifying! I mentioned that it seemed the treatment was not working, and they simply stated that it was but that her body was not responding. That made absolutely no sense to me, but my mom and my brothers wanted to continue the treatments and so they continued. 

 

My mom used to love showers, now she wanted to part of them. The reason was that it took so long for them to get her up and into a special chair, then they would wheel her out as quickly as possible, spray her down, apply some soap quickly and then spray her down again. They did that once, and after that my mom just wanted bed baths. One of the morning aids there, Rocio, was incredibly nice, and she and I would do that each morning, when she was working, and would get her dressed. After that, my mom would go back to sleep. She was grateful that I would let her just rest, though it meant we didn't get to talk much. She no longer wanted to go to ther rehabilitation time nor wanted to do exercises in bed. She just enjoyed her breathing treatments with some medicated gas they put over her nose and mouth and she would drift off into lala land, where everything was peaceful. 

 

She no longer wanted any visitors. She wanted no part of activities that kept her mind awake, like Scrabble, which had been her favorite game. She just wanted everyone to just leave her alone in her misery. We tried to get a place for her to live in after the rehab center since we had closed down her apartment a week after she went in to this last rehab place because she felt it was time to "close up shop", but it was all in vain. Nobody would take her because her bed sores were at a stage 3, moving to 4. My mom wasn't devastated about that. She simply replied, "that's okay. I just want to go to heaven.". One night as we prayed - I normally was not there at night, but stayed to get her ready for bed after I had gone over with my brother, his wife, and a couple of her friends who had been missionaries with her in Colombia - she said "Lord, if you want to take me home tonight, I'm ready".  I asked her, "Do you want to go to heaven, mom?" She replied, "Yes. I feel it would so much better if I did. No more dealing with all of this." 

 

I think it was the day after that incident that the doctors said it would be best if my mom was on hospice. They said they felt the medication that was being shot into her to boost her white blood cells seemed to be causing all those bad side effects. I was amazed and thankful they said that because I had been researching that medication and trying to convince my mom to get off of it because I had read all about these side effects and they were exactly all that she was going through! My mom didn't want to get off of it, though, and my brothers wanted to keep her on it as well. Now was the time to get her off of it! The drug company called my sister in law and said it was time to renew the prescription for this drug and my mom decided to refuse it. My aunt said I had to realize that this would speed up her death, but I was fine with that. My brother that lived in California said in a text, "Ive been with my mom all this time and see that the current treatment is not working. We should try something else." He asked what my recommendation was and I said she needed nutrients and we should get a nutritioninst. 

 

Well, a nutrtionist services was never gotten since I did not have one readily available. A few days later, on a Tuesday, she left this world; my brother who lives in California was with her at the time. She was on no medications anymore and she just lay there peacefully. He thanked her for all she had done while she was with us and said, "Just rest, mom", which is what she did.

 

I wanted to share this story because I want others to realize that pharmaceutical drugs have a lot of bad side effects when taken long term. I firmly believe that many of the side-effects that my mom experienced could have been prevented at the end of her days, but I know God allowed her to experience all she went through this so that others can have this experience to fall back on when considering taking drugs.

 

I am more convinced than ever that healing only comes from God and that He gives us the wisdom to know what to do so we do not just heal, but actually stay well. He wants us to turn away from (repent of) bad habits that are making us and keeping us sick physically and emotionally, and are creating financial stress as well because it's extremely expensive to stay on these drugs, even if we have insurance. He also wants us to renew our mindset from wrong beliefs and commit to adopting and maintaining healthy habits that will lead to fitness and health in every area of our life - physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, and even financial. The journey may be very long, depending on how much damage has been done to our body and mind already, but it's worth it! The sooner we start, the better off we will be.