My Broken Bone Analogy

Broken Bone Anaology

When a person breaks a bone, often times the bone doesn't break cleanly, it breaks in an uneven way or completely separates and lies wrong with in the muscles and tendons that encase it. When that happens, if you're lucky (and have health insurance unlike myself) a professional will see the injury for what it is (with the help of experience and tools like an x ray machine) the medical professional will recogonize that the break was not clean, or not laying right and will then 'set' the bone. Place it back where it belongs so the healing process can begin. If you're not lucky the break is ethier not 'set' or worse yet not even recognized as a break or cared for properly.

The human body is an amazing thing though, it WILL try and heal it self in whatever way it can. That injury can be set wrong, or off, or whatever, and the body will STILL lay down new bone material, it will attempt to mend the break and heal the injury.

If however it wasn't set it can heal wrong. Bone will grow, but it will not be where it is truly needed and the resulting regrowth will be weak and prone to pain, re-injury and even infection.

The human spirit is also an amazing thing. It WILL try and heal itself no matter what, but if what is ailing you is not of a physical nature but a spiritual or emotional problem the 'bad breaks' can be a LOT harder to spot. There is no x-ray of the soul, and a lot fewer experts in healing broken hearts and wounded spirits.

God's laws are eternal laws, unbreakable and omnipresent. Just like our bodies, our spirits have amazing recuperative powers, but like our bodies if injuries and problems are not caught and seen to when they occur they can cause us a world of hurt later on.

Like our broken bones there are times when an old wound must be reexamined and often opened up so it can heal properly. That broken bone I spoke of? That break that didn't heal right? Well just about the only way to heal it after it has regrown incorrectly, is to break the bone again, break it again and then 'set' it right so it can finally heal the correct way, wholly and fully and as it was intended.

Our hearts and spirits are no different. There are times when we have to 'break' the bond that is not right so that it can be 'set' right and allowed to heal.

It hurts, a lot. It hurts at least as much as re-breaking a badly healed bone so it can heal again. No one likes to open old wounds that seem nice and neatly hidden. Much like that bone is hidden away from view. If we cannot see the bad break and do not pay attention to the signs that the injury is serious we can(and do) ignore it and pretend nothing is wrong.

Something is wrong however and must be mended if we want to be whole.

Our Spirits cry out for happiness and whollness, like our bodies cry out for health and fitness. Also like Doctors of the body, our spirits can need 'professional' help. Someone in tune with our hearts and souls that can tell us there's something not right. A person whether it be a 'Doctor' or church leader or qualified friend or family member. A person who can look into our hearts and see those 'bad breaks' and can teach us how to re-break and 'set' the wrong right so we can finally heal.

The laws that govern or bodies are no different than the laws that govern our spirits. His laws are the same yesterday today and tomorrow. Just because we don't yet understand the sub-atomic particles that make up the human spirit doesn't mean the don't exist and that they are not governed by the same changeless laws molecules, atoms and the rest of creation are.

That is my great lesson of eternity I recently put into words. If something is broken, fix it. If it has been broken for a long time and healed 'wrong' re-examine it and if necessary re-break so you can 'set' it right and you can finally heal fully and wholly.

I believe this to be true with all of my heart and wanted to share it with you.

Do not 'choose not to choose'. Don't. Be brave enough to take a long hard look at what is paining you and do what it takes to to heal yourself. He is there and can heal what you cannot, you just have to be willing to be humble enough to not only ask for help but be willing to receive it.

I hope this helps someone out there some where. Two very dear friends have already told me this helped them immensely. It's why I came up with it, because someone I loved was in pain and I wanted to help her understand that the choice she made, although very painful had been the best and most generous thing she could have done.

Be well and 'physicial heal thyself'!

Corijezmi

A New Chapter in Life...

Well, just wanted to drop a note to inform any and all who might care that I am starting school as of tomorrow. I will be attending Pioneer Pacific College to get my Medical Assistant Certification. I'm exceptionally excited about it. I love medicine and people and helping others, this gig seems taylor fit for me. It alos means I'll have a little peice of paper that will mean I finally, finally get a 'grown up' job at at least twice minimum and with benefits and all. Whi hooooo.

Ya so that is tre' cool. I'll be juggling that and working four or five days a week at a photo copy shop here in town and my kid, so busy busy, but good by and large.
later all

Cori

Equadistant

Here is the first bit of an idea I had, a pretty good opening I think.
Feel free to respond. (although you'd think I'd quit begging for responses by now since the only time I got even ONE response was when I pissed someone off and didn't even read it cause I deleted the whole thing before I even noticed I HAD a comment, the girl who sent it apologized profusely and it was only THEN I even found out she had responded to a posting!)
regardless, I hope someone, out there in the great black void of cyber space enjoys this.

Cori

Equidistant

The damn door was stuck again, and I suppressed a growl of frustration. I'd been after the landlord of my dingy little tenement for weeks to come deal with the the temperamental lock. The idiotic thing would refuse to lock when I needed it to and would stubbornly stick when I requested entrance (no matter how humble the entreaty). Tonight of course just had to be one of those times. My arms were full of grocery bags, I had my back pack slung over one shoulder where it threatened to slide off and my worn brass keys were now seized by the door knob like a metal miser clinging to his gold. I couldn't rotate the key in the lock left or right and I couldn't pull it back about again. I ground my teeth, shut my eyes and silently counted to ten while practicing deep breathing excersize. I shook out my right hand before clasping the key gently and cajoled the lock, leaning and jiggling and coaxing it to turn or at the very least yield up my keys. Nothing doing, it refused, the tarnished brass lock and key frozen completely motionless as if a single cast item. The crook of my left arm was growing stiff from the cold and weight of a gallon of milk I had precariously balanced. I let out an explosive breath, I would triumph, I would gain entrance to my humble abode, I would get this contumacious lock to yield if it was the last thing I did. I tried again, the minute twist to the left, followed by the quick jig to the right, slight pressure against the lock, then slightly stronger pull away. It was a complex and exacting dance I'd come to know entirely too well. I felt it, the tiny click against my sensitive fingers, that compression that signaled imminent release. It was then my phone rang. It's call clarion loud even through the dilapidated, disinclined door.

“Shit!” I growled, I was waiting for a very important call and I couldn't get to the damn phone! I twisted hard on the key, nothing, the pressure eased and the key was still soundly stuck and I'd have to start the ridiculous jig all over again if I wanted in before the answering machine kicked in. Four rings, just four rings before I was screwed, a matter of seconds, moments, heartbeats. Finally, I abandoned all sense of finesse and using my stuck key as a fulcrum I twisted the ring around and against the base of the key, the remaining keys and small pocket knife gripped hard against my palm as I wrenched it all counterclockwise, wrenched hard and felt the key itself start to give, the metal twisting under the onslaught before finally, grudgingly the lock slowly rotated. I leaned in, turning harder and praying the lock released before the key buckled. It was a close call the reclariant lock gave way right before I felt the metal rend. The released pressure popped the door open and I tumbled into the foyer. Calling it a foyer might be a little misleading, really the two foot by three foot patch of linoleum in front of the door constituted a full half of my living/dining room area. The gallon of milk went flying, and a bag of groceries escaped my grasp. I saw it all in slow motion, the gallon of milk as it traveled with impressive velocity towards the mountain bike that leaned against the counter in front of me. I watched in horror as it hit the gears on the rear wheel and explode like a cream filled pipe bomb. Simultaneously the bag I had been clutching hit the linoleum at my feet, the bottom of the brown paper splitting wide with the unmistakable sound of eggs breaking.

“Shit!” I said again, aghast at the mess, and loss of vittals. Even the sound of the feminine voice on the answering machine was temporarily blocked from my consciousnesses. Even as I gaped an entire gallon of milk rapidly disappeared into my deep red orange shag carpet. “Damn it, damn it, damn it!” I swore before finally looking up to see the red light flashing on my little black box of an answering machine. She'd already hung up, who ever it was had already hung up.

sorry for the delay

Hey,
I haven't posted for ever, and I'm not really posting now, I am at the computer at work and have exsactly five minutes before I have to clock in and actually open up shop. I've just been feeling guilty for not posting SOMETHING, I have been writing rather a lot actually and just had my first ever writers group meeting and it was ENTIRELY entertianing. In a remarkably random way I got introduced to this small group of professors three from the U of O and one from Lane. So several highly educated, intelligent and passionate writers.
I'm in heaven.
I'll put some of what I've been working on here for your perusal later on when I have a moment to breathe.
I do hope everyone is living and not just surviveing thier lives and feel free to drop me an email to say hello, or those of you that have my number call me! I have been uber busy but I am still alive and kicking!
be well and go write something!

Corijezmi