Adventure Time

Adventure Time

Hello. 
I have been so busy with life and falling back in love with food (I once reacted to) that I haven’t taken time to write about these new (and tasty) adventures!
Let us begin with my first job after being sick…


Yep, my first job was away from home! Crazy person here. 
I worked up at Hume Lake (right before they evacuated due to the fire) and made new memories to replace the old ones of when I tried to work when I was sick. Whew! That was a mouthful. If that wasn’t a run-on sentence, I don’t know what is! Hmmm…maybe it wasn’t…meh.
 
Anyways, I was making milkshakes (while doing my happy dance) and enjoying this fun experience in the “Snack Shop.” Then nighttime came and that’s when the memories came on stronger than sweaty socks on a hot summer’s day…God told me to whip out my Sword (Bible) and fight the enemy’s lies with His truths (by speaking them aloud), but I felt weak, vulnerable, and decided just to try and ignore it. Thankfully my sister and bro-in-law came to the rescue and let me stay those nights with them. They were such a comfort as I finally stood my ground when the enemy tried every tactic to make me believe his lies…or even creating the want to believe those lies. The battle became smaller and the enemy’s words weaker when I brought truth and the Sword out in the open (should’ve done that earlier!).


Here I am at my sister’s place after the first night.
 
Above is a picture of the smoke (taken in July) from the rough fire.


I never dreamed that I would have another chance to work at Hume but…it happened! Smoke and all, it was a new memory that I have passed while climbing the cliff of life. 
P.s.
I will hold the “milkshake memories” in my heart forever…


“Milkshake Stain Memories”
Stay tuned for a new post on why we need praying people in our lives…we have friends in this present day spiritual battle…stay tuned…
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The Toddler and His Father

The Toddler and His Father

 A toddler walks barefoot with his father; holding onto his hands. The child sees a dark-new area ahead that catches his interest, so he asks his father to go explore it. The father replies with, “Dear one, if you want to go there, you must put your shoes on.” The toddler was stubborn and believed that he would not get hurt as long as his daddy was there, so he denied the shoes and continued to walk on still-tender feet. The father reluctantly consented after a few more tries of convincing his dear one, but knew his child would get hurt.
As the toddler walked upon the ruff terrain, he stepped on a thorn bush and began to bleed. He let go of his father and fell down to hold his wounded feet. Suddenly he realized that the darkness was around him like a thick blanket…”Daddy, where are you!?,” the child cried out…for he could not see his father because he let go of his steady hands in the darkness.
The Father was there; he was always there, and he had picked up the toddler and began kissing his tears away. The child finally reached up and embraced the One who was with him through it all. The father carried him for awhile (as he healed) and then told him to try walking again…but reminded him to put on his shoes, and he did so with his father’s help. The toddler grasped his father’s hands and together they continued their walk…

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What is the meaning behind this story? Well, there could be many interpretations of what is behind this short tale…but I will do my best at listening and typing to what God is saying to me. Haha Luckily, God is ever-patient with me. ;P If He can use the stuttering Moses to speak for Him, then I know He can make my clumsy fingers type something decent. 

 

Anyways…here we go.
 
I saw the darkness ahead and thought I could handle it because I had my Father (God) with me. Little did I know that “I was looking at the storm while standing on the seashore.” 
Sometimes, correction, MANY times I think I can handle what awaits for me ahead in life because I am holding onto my Father’s hands. Little-did-I-realize that God tells us what we need on our journeys (like applying the armor of God daily-Ephesians 6).
He is ready to give us the tools we need to walk among darkness and thorns, tools to climb the mountains ahead, and equipment to fight the battles that wait for us in the future…
Are you listening to His still but ever-present voice? I know I wasn’t. He was talking to a wall of stubbornness with me, and I got hurt by walking in the pride of my walk with God instead of humbly listening to His instruction before putting a step forward…I let go of His hands, felt alone, but he was there the whole time…wiping away my tears with loving kisses. I reached out for Him, He held me close.


My dad (earthly father) always reminds me to have a “walking and talking” relationship with God…not just walking or even talking but conversing (which involves listening).

 

What is God advising you to do this very moment as you continue to walk in your journey?
Ministry (Poem)

Ministry (Poem)

Ministry 

by: Nicole Kent 4/8/15

  • I imagine the ministry in where God wants me to be
  • Concocting plans in my mind-manipulated by those around me
  • Striving, pleasing, never reaching the goal that I set
  • Finally realizing that this was not of my heart-but a feeling of debt
  • I crumpled and fell to my knees
  • As I reevaluated who I was trying to please
  • For God has given each of us a different journey-a different plan
  • But I listened to myself and every person-every demand
  • Now I know that in every ministry there will always be a need
  • But we must turn our ears to God amongst the crowd’s unending pleads
  • God will use us if we allow
  • Where you’re at in life…right here, right now
The Journey I am Currently On

The Journey I am Currently On

In the previous blog posts I have been writing of my past health journey, but now I am going to write about what I am currently doing and, who knows, maybe I will go back and reminisce about the past… 🙂

Right now, at this VERY moment, I am on a health program called, “Nutritional Balancing.” Nutritional Balancing goes by a hair analysis test to see what toxic metals/toxins are in your body and what organs are stressed (this is cool, right? No painful blood tests for me). Then you will be given supplements to support your organs/glands and there are detoxification measures that will help support your body while getting rid of the toxic nastiness and replace the heavy metals with minerals (Sauna, foot reflexology, etc. read more here: nutritional balancing info. OH! I cannot forget one of the MOST important part of this program… THE DIET! Yes, food is very important on “NB.” The diet should be 70-80% vegetables with 3-5 oz. of meat, 4 oz. raw dairy (if you can handle dairy), and 10% whole grains (although I cannot do grains often due to it feeding the bad bacteria which is overly prominent in my body). If you would like to try the “free program” to see what it is like, go to the following: free program.

I have been on this program for almost a year! My body/health improvements are as follows:
-new hair growth (my hair was coming out in handfuls before NB)
-overall body swelling is down!!! My jean size would fluctuate from a size 7 to a size 12.
-the painful sores on my back are gone! 😀 Within 4-5 months, the painful sores disappeared.
-I can think more clearly! I was VERY forgetful and had poor concentration after my wisdom teeth extractions, but this rarely happens now as I detox the metals cause the “brain fog.” Do you suffer from brain fog and poor concentration? Check out the info on brain fog here: brain fog.
-Some of my food allergies are GONE! I can now have corn, asparagus, and lamb!
-I have more energy! I can read, crochet, knit, play the accordion, go for walks, due archery, work in my veggie garden, and drive myself places. 🙂 These are things that I didn’t think I would ever be able to do again…
-My skin is more vibrant and barely has any acne (I used to have severe acne)
-My sugar-tolerance is improving (I can have an occasional apple which used to make me sick).

There are many things that I could write about Nutritional Balancing and I will give more info on this program in the future…but for now I will leave a link to Dr. Wilson’s website… (one of the dudes that is behind this awesomeness).

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Deathly Steps in a Camp

Deathly Steps in a Camp

My journey part 3…
I began working up at a Christian camp, and everyday I felt like I was going to collapse. I was a milkshake girl which required scooping out ice cream (this is how I found out my allergy to nuts).
One particular night I was taking Motrin for pain, Zertec for allergies and birth control for my acne (which was my last resort for acne). I believe that I accidentally overdosed due to my uber-bad brain fog and which caused me to not think clearly…and then I touched the almond ice cream.
I had been slightly intolerant to nuts but nothing like an anaphylactic reaction…until this one crazy night. My arms broke out in hives and I could barely breath! I think it was the combination of the meds (weakening my body) and almonds because I became severely allergic to nuts after this reaction.
So what do you think I did? I was stubborn and continued to work as I was literally crying on the inside. This was so stupid.
I finally mentioned to my coworker around midnight (we were closing up the snack place) that I think I should go to the nurse and I showed her my hive-covered arms. I was hoping deep down that she would take me but I was stupid enough to not make this known to her. She told me that I should wait till the next morning and see how I felt. Ha. I was fighting passing out all the way back to my room.
I can’t remember if I just fell into my top bunk with my work clothes still on or not…it is kind of a blur. I do remember that I needed to go the nurse because as soon as I fell into my mattress my whole body felt like it was shutting down and I was so weak that I couldn’t get up from my bed. My voice was gone and I couldn’t call out for my roommates to help me. I cried-a silent cry…I new that my body was dying. There was nothing I could do except ask for God’s help. I begged for healing as my throat felt pencil-thin. Then I saw flashes of bright lights all around me! I told God that I couldn’t go and gave Him reasons why I should stay.
I do not remember how long I stayed up that night or how long I saw those flashes of light, but I suddenly awoke in the morning to my gasping for air. My body felt like a truck ran over it then backed up and ran over it again. Then I felt like the truck and I were picked up in a tornado, tossed around a few times, and thrown back to the ground (where the truck landed on me again).
I was groggy and so “out-of-it” that I actually slept through a mountain lion attacking a deer outside our cabins (apparently it awoke everyone up). Random, right?!
The great thing about this new day were my parents coming to visit and stay in a cabin. My sis (who was working in another department at the camp) came to visit me and was real worried.
I don’t remember but somehow I was able to stay with my parents in their cabin and get the next day off as they watched over me. Though, two days later I tried to go back to work…which ended in an epic fail. I could barely get the trash bag out of the trash can for my strength was not there and I felt like fainting the whole time (plus my breathing was still strained).
My parents packed up to leave and promised to check on me before they left. I almost cried when I saw them walk into the Snack Shop. I told them if they had come earlier, I would’ve had them take me home. Ha! That was all they needed to hear because they talked to my boss about taking me home (he was awesome about this issue). My parents packed me up and took me home. I have never felt such a great relief as that day.
I did not have to push myself to be someone I wasn’t anymore…someone who was healthy.
Even though going home was a great comfort, I was becoming more sick every single day…which I will continue to talk about in the next post of my journey.

My Journey Part 2

My Journey Part 2

I keep writing and re-writing this next part of my journey for it is quite difficult for me to even think about…
I hid a lot of things from friends and family because that was the kind of person I was. I would put on a mask to hide my blemishes, and I would do anything to escape a person’s pity…
If someone would ask me how I felt, I would answer with the word “fine” to avoid the “woe-is-me” story. You know those people who just drain the life out of you by unloading all their “baggage” upon your shoulders every single time you see them? Well, I was trying to avoid doing just that to my friends and family.

Okay, so I went to E.R…twice. The pain in my left side was so severe that I could barely move. If I even lifted my left arm an inch, I would have SERIOUS pain from the left side of my neck, into my chest, and down my left side of my spleen/stomach area. I was having symptoms of a stroke at this time and was super scared… The first time we went to E.R., my mother and I were alone because my dad and sis were in Utah visiting my great aunt (my mom and I were supposed to go on this trip too but I wasn’t up to it). Boy, I cannot even imagine how much stress this put on my mom. After waiting HOURS in the E.R. we finally got in and did some tests. I think there was some kind of cat scan involved on my spleen area (they thought it might be ruptured or something)…it was such a blur that I can barely remember. To my dismay, everything came out fine! Well, besides my blood pressure being extremely low (they hooked me up to an IV). The doctor told me that I might have pleurisy of the lung (which is swelling of the lining of the lung), but he didn’t seem too concerned.

Now the second E.R. visit was a waste of time.

I felt worse…I kept waking up at night gasping for air, and I felt like I was going unconscious in my sleep. We went to E.R. the second time; the new doc was of no help… I began to have little-to-no hope for feeling better.
I begged God just about every night for relief. I searched through the Bible fervently for any verse that had the word “healing” in it…

I still felt no relief. Here is the part I left out to many people including my family…I felt like death was around the corner for me. So I made a decision. A decision that I will enjoy life to its fullest no matter how much pain and weakness I was having. *sigh* I still feel uncomfortable sharing this but I know this is something I must do.
So I acted like nothing was wrong. Though I could not fool my mother at times (especially when she found me in my room crying).
I continued to hang out with friends and…went on the senior trip to Disneyland (luckily my parents were there). I don’t know what the heck I was doing or how I got through some of these nights or events…I just thanked God for every single day I was given.
Now here comes the real shocker…I was going to work at a Christian camp for the summer! SAY WHAT?!?!
I signed up to work for the camp, months ahead of time. I thought that I would be better by the time it drew near…

Well, I will speak more of my journey in the next post. *sigh* Thank you everyone for your prayers, I know that God is answering them as I type these words.
I am excited to get everyone up to date on my current path of healing. Stay tuned!