From: rodhugen
Date: Tue Apr 12 12:41:38 MST 2005
Subject: Rod's world

Responses Patricia: No Subject (4/12/05) russ: hehe (4/13/05) Responses (sorted by date) russ: hehe (4/13/05) Patricia: No Subject (4/12/05) For the past few days I've been popping muscle relaxants and pain pills and dealing with a messed up back. I used to think that God gave us stuff like this to slow us down so we could spend time with Him, but I'm more convinced that when my back is spasming I'm way to much into myself to even notice God or much else going on around me. It is amazing how the world gets smaller and more focused when I am in pain. I go to the doctor at 5:00 this afternoon in order to see what the next steps are. Usually my back spasms last for a while and then my back locks up and then eventually it feels fine - well, better anyway. This time it locks and then spasms and then locks and then spasms and I keep running (metaphorically) back and forth between thinking I'm getting better and thinking I should go to the emergency room. Anyway, I'm sick and tired of being sore and slow. I don't like pills because they make me groggy and I feel out of it. Maybe because I am. I was supposed to be prayed over by leadership last Wednesday and I had major spasms kick in that afternoon. Do you think someone is anxious for me not to be prayed over? The twister tells all kinds of lies and makes sure that he takes advantage of the power we give him in our lives. I am attempting to let go of the hideous belief that things around me die. I've believed that lie for a long time. Satan has given me lots of fodder to feed the belief. I've closed down businesses and I've closed down churches and somewhere I started believing that I was the cause. When I went to El Paso early last week a prayer lady prayed over me and called me a life giver. Later I was talking to the spouse of a close friend and she told me that I have always spoken words of life to her. How odd to hear the truth through the lies. Death is losing its grip on me and life is bubbling up. I feel the truth in the middle of my wrestling with the lie. Realizing how easy it is for me to speak words of death about myself, I would invite you into reminding me of what God calls me - us - into. He calls us into being life givers and into speaking words of life. Back in the old days, I used to sing in a quartet and we sang an old spiritual called "He Has No Power". I don't remember the melody because they taught me the bass and that is all I know, but it was a song about Satan. A song that told the truth about him. He has no power. None. Nada. Zero. He only has power when I give it to him and I'm not buying his crap anymore. I wanted to have it out with the Giver of Life on my trip to El Paso. I'm always telling people to be honest with God and tell Him what they really think. So I thought I'd take my own advice. Instead I sang all the way there and all the way back. It was a beautiful time of worship and aloneness with Him. He is so hard to stay mad at. He is my Hope and my Salvation and a Healer of bad backs. Rod

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From: Patricia
Date: Tue Apr 12 16:57:05 MST 2005
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From: russ
Date: Tue Apr 12 23:11:31 MST 2005
Subject: hehe