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Friday, 03 September 2010 08:29 |
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Over the past year, as the Lord has renewed my strength and my life, many people have suggested that I write a book about my journey through cancer. When I began writing on this God-given website nearly two years ago, I had no idea that my messages would become not only a ministry for others, but to me as well. Where I sought to inspire others, I became inspired. When I sought to share the blessings in my life, others began to share their own blessings with me. In the process of teaching, I became the student. Day by day, during this process, I began to realize that I truly enjoy writing!
But write a book ---Me?
The enemy’s lies began to bombard my mind. ”Oh everyone’s heard this story before. And who’s going to believe you? Just what eternal value will this have for His Kingdom? Bla-bla-bla.” The problem was that I believed those lies and put off what truly had become a desire and a passion --- to write! And write for a real purpose, so that others may know they have a choice when they or a loved one comes face-to-face with cancer --- a choice!
So, I did what was easy and kept writing these “blogs”. I have truly enjoyed writing them because they are a part of my life. In them are things with which we all can relate. In a way they are Everyman’s story. But I continued to procrastinate against what seemed to be the impossible, writing and publishing a book.
Below is an message I received from a man I have never met, yet through emails over the past few months he has become my friend and brother. Through God’s divine providence, he has offered to help me accomplish my goal. He lives in Texas, and has been a writer most of his life. He has the experience and the connections one needs to produce “A Book”. Here is what he recently wrote to me:
Dear Patty,
We all know the modern-speak phrase of 'multi-tasking'. We get swallowed up in the belief that we, too, must be multi-taskers as a means to achieving our desired goals. It may be hard at first, but you’re going to have to give up some things in order to accomplish others.
If you are going to write a book, a meaningful, honest-from-the-soul book about what God has done for you, it will take sacrifice on your part. The wonderful thing you might not be able to see just yet is the wonderful reward --- the book will last. It will be read by those whom you've never met, and they will pass it on to others whom you've never imagined, and those will pass it on to others. A book has a life of its own. A book is truly the gift that keeps on giving, to person after person, going to places unimaginable --- and doing things in people's hearts you will never even know this side of heaven. Look at your own bookshelf! Look at the inspiration you've drawn from the words written by people now long gone from this world, words which even today still inspire courage, grace, devotion and consolation in your life.
Yes, your daily blogs are important. But they are consumed all to briefly on the internet. They inspire, they touch, they move people's hearts, but then they vanish. Doubtlessly there are those people who turn back the pages of your blogs for inspiration from one of your messages which especially touched them. But it is human nature to reach for a printed volume, a book in which the reader has underlined passages of inspiration and comfort they found in times of need.
We are allotted X number of days in life. God alone knows the number of those days. I share your same experience in receiving replies from many of the things I've written on the internet, poignant, heart-rending replies. My messages --- your messages--- were and are important. But we are passing out mere cups of water when we could be digging the well. You can't devote your hands and your back and your heart to digging that well, when you are passing out cups of water.
Those people suffering in cancer wards across the country this very moment will likely never read your blogs. Those families sitting in waiting rooms, despairing, mourning, defeated, will likely never read your blogs. But there will be books in clinics and by the bedsides of those in pain, in those moments of desperation, provided by Christian comforters, promoters of God's healing power, advocates of God's salvation --- and those books will give the victims and their families strength and hope, and point out the glorious road to salvation! THAT'S WHERE YOUR STORY BELONGS --- in places where you're likely to never know. Cast your bread upon the waters! Have faith that God will put your story into the hands of those who need to hear it most!
Sit down. Write a temporary farewell to your blog followers, with an explanation of what your absence means both to you and, perhaps, to them --- but what it will mean to others by devoting your precious time to the hundreds, maybe thousands of others "to whom you “just might be the only Bible they ever read". Have faith that God will use your story to reach so many more who need your words.
Then, take a sabbatical from the blog and let's get your book written. God will make a way! I will be beside you every step. I will not neglect to insist that you commit yourself to your story.
I will also add this little note. I believe in you. I KNOW the miracle Christ has performed in your life. I have devoted much time in advising you in an editorial sense, and I am not a quitter. All the years of writing experience I have, all the knowledge I have about the publication world, is free, without strings, without obligations or expectations. I ask not one thing in return. Nothing. I just want to see that book in the hands of someone who needs it.
Oh, I'll get paid big royalties, first in the sheer pleasure of helping you because I care that your story will be told. The payday will come on the Great Day of Judgment. I'll be proud to stand behind you and say, "It was her story, Lord. I was just a helper."
Trust in the Lord to guide you along the right path. He will! David…
Upon reading this email, my heart strings once again were tugged upon, and my decision was made. I will write this book. I will tell my story, and I started today. I spent the morning writing the first 500 words, per my editor’s request. The sad part of this decision is that in order to see this project to the end, I will have to stop writing daily on this site. I will, however, post a weekly note so that we will not be out of touch and you can follow my progress as I begin my walk on this new road. I will also give you the information through which you may contact me at any time, and if you would like your name and contact information to be on our mailing address for future correspondence, then please feel free to send it on.I thank those of you who have walked with me thus far and offered your prayerful support and encouragement. I do not take encouragements lightly, but accept them as a gift dropped down from the Lord of heaven itself. I will keep you in my prayers, and I covet yours as well as I embark over uncharted waters!
Because of Jesus,
Patricia Layton (Pat~Patty)
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Thursday, 02 September 2010 08:03 |
If my friend David reads this he's going to be disappointed that I didn't follow his instruction, because he told me not to talk about the things that burn in my heart until I write them....for the book I am thinking about  writing....Thinking about. But I have to say this one time here and then I will keep quiet... 
I'm getting so mad these days at the ignorance in this country with health and disease! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH! What is even harder to comprehend is that when people in pain and ridden with cancer take the precious time to call me for help, they don't want to make the necessary changes! I am appalled at this, and at times want to throw in the towel and say, "I give up!" But I can't because I wasn't given up on by many who instructed me.
A friend said to me today after I complained about some physical aching in my hip joint, "Oh girlfriend, just get use to it, it'll get worse as you get older...just a part of getting old"! "No!" I said! "I won't get use to it!"
We don't have to accept sickness and pain, and yes I am aware that in this life it is inevitable, but we have choices that do contribute to or alter the quality of our life!
Are you overweight? Stop praying about it. Change your diet!
Are you fatigued? Stop praying about it. Change your diet!
Do you have a disease? Stop praying about it. Change your lifestyle, spirit, soul, and body!
We as believers are called to honor our earth-suits, the temple of the Living God! A Scottish Philosopher once said, " The human body is the only temple that when we lay our hands on it, we touch heaven." When are we going to realize that every aspect of our lives either honor or dishonor His temple? When we speak, when we act, what we eat! We can pray "till the cows come home", but if we are not APPLYING His word to our lives, in ALL areas, he will not and cannot go against His word.
I know we will never have perfection this side of heaven, because I stumble, fall, and pick myself up in one or more of these areas daily. But we can try to apply God's design to every aspect of our lives here, so the quality of life can be vibrant, and thus able to live the "abundant life" here until He calls us home!
OK....I'm off... MY SOAP BOX!
Love,
Patty |
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Wednesday, 01 September 2010 06:07 |
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We are still searching for a safe place of healing for Sarah, and my faith has been greatly challenged in the midst of this storm, but He remains faithful to stretch us beyond human limitations and up into the heavenly vision He has for us!
In a lengthy conversation with her yesterday, she kept referring to the same word over and over...Hope. She reflected back on how she felt upon hearing my diagnoses almost two years ago, and shared how hopeless she felt inside. It was a battle that raged against her soul. But now she sees Gods faithful fulfillment of His promise and hope has risen to a higher degree in her heart. She said, "Momma, I have hope that someday soon I will be strong enough to raise my son, I have hope that one day I will help other women who are carried off by the lure of this destructive world....I have hope.
Lend me your hope for awhile.
I seem to have mislaid mine.
Lost and hopeless feelings accompany me daily.
Pain and confusion are my companions.
I know not where to turn;
Looking ahead to future times
Does not bring forth images of renewed hope.
I see troubled ties, pain-filled days and more tragedy.
Lend me your hope for awhile.
I seem to have mislaid mine.
Hold my hand and hug me.
Listen to my ramblings,
Recovery seems so far and distant.
The road to healing seems like a long and lonely one.
Lend me your hope for awhile.
I seem to have mislaid mine.
Stand by me, offer me your presence,
Your heart and your love.
Acknowledge my pain,
It is so real and ever present.
I am overwhelmed with sad and conflicting thoughts.
Lend me your hope for awhile.
A time will come when I will heal,
and I will share my renewal, hope and love with others.
Author Unknown
In a world that looks hopeless at times, we need to remember who God is. He goes before us, charts a path for our feet to maneuver on open ground, He cause us to rise above all the destruction, like an eagle soaring high above the storms of this life. And when the world says you can't, He says you can. He Is Our Hope.
Love,
Patty |
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Monday, 30 August 2010 21:11 |
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I knew Barry for eighteen years. I'd spent some time with him professionally because we were both musicians, and we often played at local benefits together. He played a mean saxophone, but one would never suspect, until speaking with him behind the scenes, that behind that passionate instrumental sound was a truly gentle and humble man. The season of cancer brought us together again later, after many years apart. I was invited to the Christian radio station 91.5 F.M. that he faithfully managed for over 25 years, to be prayed for and to share my journey over the air. It was then that we were able to sit together, not as musicians, but as friends, and to go deeper into each other's hearts. It was a time I will treasure. He shared his inner feelings about playing the saxophone, and how shy he was to do so. I was amazed to discover this aspect of his personality because he was so gifted and played with such passion. We shared stories of our music, our children and talked of the present and future travesties in America, and how they were drastically changing the world of broadcasting. He looked straight into my eyes and said, " It's getting darker Pat. We are truly in the end days. He is coming soon!" Barry interviewed my daughter and me for nearly an hour on his program, asking all sorts of questions, and giving me great spiritual encouragement. Later that year I joined my dear friend Ronnie at the station to help Barry with the share-a-thons, and we always had the opportunity to chat "off the air". He called me "the walking dead", because, he said, "Your alive! And according to statistics, you're not suppose to be here!" Then, with a burly hug, he would express how good it was of us to come, to help out, and for him to see how faithful God was to me through this cancer journey. Strange how the Lord puts people on your mind... and Barry has been on my mind for the past two months. We use to keep in touch with each other through the internet, but I hadn't heard from him. I thought about stopping in to see him, to call or send an email. But I just kept putting it on my "to do" list. I would get around to it soon...some time. Barry passed into heaven yesterday.
I didn't even know he was sick. I didn't know he suffered from a blood disease. During all that time he spent talking with me, all the time he gave to my daughter Christine and me before a listening audience of two hundred thousand people, he never said a word about himself. He never mentioned the years he struggled with Leukemia. I never knew...I never asked.
So many little things I never took the time to say
Don’t seem little anymore now that you’re gone away
I hope you know I love you I always meant to tell you so
But I didn’t realize how suddenly you’d go
So many little things I could have done so easily
Just to try and let you know how much you mean to me
I know you’re happy where you are and it’s not for you I cry
But it’s you who’ve made me see how selfish I can be
And so although I can’t help crying
I’m glad it’s not too late for trying
I’m glad that someday soon we’ll meet again
And when we do you’ll hear me saying
Thank you for helping me start praying
That I could learn to be a better friend
Lord Help me learn…to be a better friend
(Nancy Honeytree)
Thank you Barry for the unselfish way that you loved us..and for teaching us how to be;
A Better Friend.
Love, Patty |
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Monday, 30 August 2010 07:49 |
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A gigantic party bag remained on the mantle for weeks in hopes to be one day opened by Gabriel, our grandson...AFTER he had figured out how to make it to the potty before dirtying his diaper! He would come into the family room, and stare at the bag elevated on its perch with wondering star lit eyes.
One day we were all there, Papa, Yaya, and me...Nonna, when he came running from the play room into the bathroom, slammed the door shut, and then minutes later with an amplified voice proclaimed, "I dropped a bomb!" We all laughingly approached "the throne", to behold the miracle that we had all been waiting for! We loudly applauded and praised him! He pulled his big boy pants up and ran into the play room pointing to the mysterious reward for his good behavior. He was all smiles as he pulled the big race car from the brightly colored gift bag!
With each "throne event", the decorative bags placed on the mantel became smaller...until there were no more. I happened to be in charge of that dreadful day, and when he ran from the bathroom proclaiming, "Nonna, I dropped a bomb!" (Thanks Yaya for teaching him that one!), I looked very proudly at him and said, "Gabriel, I am so proud of you"! I proceeded to open the cabinet door and open up a bag of cranberries. As I placed five of them in his plump, little, dimple traced hands, he looked at me with a look as if to say, "You've got to be kidding...right?" With dissapointment in his eyes, he said, "Nonna where's my present! I dropped a bomb!" I began to tell him that this was his present, and that Joah (his 6 yr. old cousin that he idolizes), loves cranberries! So he happily ate them, and then after that incident I kept telling him how big Joah was, and that Joah also went like a big boy on the potty! A few days later I saw a change in him. He began to say, "I'm big like Joah!" He didn't need the external rewards any longer, and his prize was knowing who he was...he was big...like Joah!
Living in an adult world, we've experienced the initial disappointments that happen as we get older. Our rewards and gifts are not as plentiful and often as they once were. Christmases are sparse, and birthdays have been reduced to an email, or a phone call. But those of us who have a growing relationship with Christ, are learning something far greater. We are learning who we are.
We are becoming like Jesus, and the rewards are not something tangible while here in these temporal "earth-suits". One day when we pass beyond the veil of this world, we will be at the throne of the Almighty...and Jesus will be there. It will be the greatest reward just to be in His presence! But the scriptures say that we will be rewarded for the deeds done for His Kingdom while here on earth, and we will also receive a crown! We cannot even fathom what kind of heavenly jewels will be embedded in them!
I desire very little these days, especially after the brush with death I experienced through cancer. But I do desire a crown...perhaps two or three, and there is one reason and one reason only. So on that day when I stand before Him, I can cast them before The Throne, and at the feet of the only One who is worthy of praise. The One who brought me back to life, woke me up, and caused me to live out the rest of my days here on earth for Him.
There will be an applause in heaven...there will be praise, and it will be deafening...as we kneel before The Throne...saying;
"You are worthy, O Lord,
To receive glory and honor and power,
For You created all things,
And by Your will they were created!"
"Blessing and honor and glory and power
Be to Him who sits on The Throne
And to the Lamb, forever and ever!"
( Rev. 4-5 )
Love, Patty |
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