Set on Pilgrimage

Set on Pilgrimage

Three apples rolled aimlessly across the basket as I leaned into the grocery cart for more support. Halfway down the snacks aisle, I heard my name called and an acquaintance stopped me. “Is that you? What happened to you?” Looking sideways in a haze of pain, I replied, “I hurt my back in August, 2018 and haven’t been the same.” I threw some blue corn chips in the cart and shuffled past. 

What I wanted to say is what I’m writing here. I was walking on a mountain with a fractured spirit and body crying out from years of exhaustion. My body finally gave in to the overwhelming grief that I only alluded to but for those close to me, knew it was aching loss of friends. I had personal struggles and deep regret for years missed with my family as I responded to God’s calling on my life. 

2018

January 1, 2018 my friend Belinda died. She profoundly touched my life because prior to our meeting, she was an atheist. She’s healed now, in the arms of Jesus. Two weeks later, my stepfather was found alone in his truck from a heart attack. He hadn’t been taking his heart medicine because he couldn’t afford it. Someone posing as woman in need on FaceBook, stole his identity, drained his accounts and he died destitute. 

Over the course of the next few months, I lost three more friends and tried my best to lead Compassion That Compels. An unexpected surgery for myself led me to rely heavily on those that had a heart for CTC, but very much out of their skill sets. It brought me to my knees and I wondered if I could go on.

By summer, three more friends had passed. My mind was growing numb but my heart was bleeding. A text message from Lyndsie’s husband let me know on June 21st that she was no longer suffering. I read that text but in my ears, I heard her laughter and her joy was over my body. In a tight squeeze of sorrow, the tears and screams ripped through my body. Grief in agonizing shocks, splintered my faith. 

All over again, I was holding my dying sister in law, Sonja, in my arms and later, cleaning her body with my sister in law, Pam. There was a stillness in the room and Pam, who was a nurse, wiped her with gentle strokes of mercy. My tears slid to my lips, stopped like a dam by my clenched teeth. I watched in panoramic view telling my daughter Grace, that her aunt whom she loved, was home with Jesus. I stumbled in my faith and tried to explain how Jesus who loved the little children, took her aunt and she would never feel her hugs and lavish love again. Helpless, as Pam, a woman I loved as a sister would have cancer invade her body, and once again tear into my family’s hearts.

I didn’t realize what was happening to me was PTSD. 

My vulnerability retreated me and I knew I could no longer handle the trench warfare aspects of ministry brought to me. I thought by insulating myself, I’d buffer the storm that raged and be safe from the fury of cancer. I was wrong. Less than two months later, I lost another friend whose faith and determination forever set the mark for mine. 

Two weeks later, and a few short steps on a mountain, my back gave out and my power was drained. Scans revealed disc issues, age, stress. My mental scans revealed depression, misplaced trust and I had no reserves for the hurricane-like devastation that would ensue. I haven’t had a day without pain since then. My spine moved away from the nerve pain and my hip responded by shifting laterally, like a scoliosis. To me, it became symbolic of pulling away from the entanglements of grief and a retreat from the sorrow, but the searing pain stayed in my frame.

September 10th, my friend Renee passed. Renee was a teacher who showed by her life, that there is peace on the battlefield. She had wanted to help and did so by collecting favorite Bible verses from other brave overcomers. These verses are placed throughout our prayer journal.

By the close of 2018, cancer had torn eight friends from my heart and left me shattered. Compassion That Compels continued growing and relentlessly, I did my best. I tried. Was I perfect? No, I’m flawed and human just like everyone else. Spring, 2019 brought devastation and growth. Funny how you begin to flourish when you’re not choked by the weeds. I learned what love really was by seeing the darker side of humanity and understanding that love does not delight in evil. But rather, true love finds joy in truth and righteousness. It brought me back to this verse, from Hosea 10:12:

I said, ‘Plant the good seeds of righteousness, and you will harvest a crop of love. Plow up the hard ground of your hearts, for now is the time to seek the LORD, that he may come and shower righteousness upon you.’

This summer, I took steps back from CTC and vacationed with my family. I rediscovered me in the beauty of Europe and in a flow of love and joy that I so missed and longed for. When I returned home, I had a renewed sense of purpose but somehow, my body wasn’t ready to be driven again by my high capacity mind. The pain returned full force and my hip moved again.

It’s been over six weeks and I haven’t walked upright. Last month, I underwent the final chapter of a surgery that began with a double mastectomy years ago. While in the hospital, I had a severe allergic reaction that put me in anaphylactic shock. I felt my throat close from within and heard my mind saying, “I am in distress.” Later, two additional reactions and prescriptions later, I began to recover. I’m grateful for the surgery because it freed me and my new scars remind me of how very brave I am.

I am determined to heal my back and it begins with rest. Psalm 84 tells of the longing to be with God, the giver of life, on a pilgrimage to a sacred place. As those past sojourners, I too travel the Valley of Weeping on a pilgrimage of healing. The autumn rains will refresh my soul and in the valley of darkness, God makes a door of hope. These next few months, I’ll be popping in a bit here and there. Most days, I will be planting those good seeds and harvesting a crop of love. Whether I am on that mountain or staring at it, immovable in the valley, God is with me. Thank you to every dear friend for holding my hands and heart with gentle care. Your prayers help push me through the valley to the mountaintop!

Psalm 84 New Living Translation (NLT)

For the choir director: A psalm of the descendants of Korah, to be accompanied by a stringed instrument.

How lovely is your dwelling place,
    O Lord of Heaven’s Armies.
I long, yes, I faint with longing
    to enter the courts of the Lord.
With my whole being, body and soul,
    I will shout joyfully to the living God.
Even the sparrow finds a home,
    and the swallow builds her nest and raises her young
at a place near your altar,
    O Lord of Heaven’s Armies, my King and my God!
What joy for those who can live in your house,
    always singing your praises. Interlude

What joy for those whose strength comes from the Lord,
    who have set their minds on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem.
When they walk through the Valley of Weeping,[b]
    it will become a place of refreshing springs.
    The autumn rains will clothe it with blessings.
They will continue to grow stronger,
    and each of them will appear before God in Jerusalem.[c]

O Lord God of Heaven’s Armies, hear my prayer.
    Listen, O God of Jacob. Interlude

O God, look with favor upon the king, our shield!
    Show favor to the one you have anointed.

10 A single day in your courts
    is better than a thousand anywhere else!
I would rather be a gatekeeper in the house of my God
    than live the good life in the homes of the wicked.
11 For the Lord God is our sun and our shield.
    He gives us grace and glory.
The Lord will withhold no good thing
    from those who do what is right.
12 O Lord of Heaven’s Armies,
    what joy for those who trust in you.

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  • WOW Kristianne dearest, I’m so sorry to read that 2018 and part of 2019 have been such a challenge, I had hoped that your European trip would help heal bits and pieces.

    Sorry you had to go through surgery again but hopefully this will enable you full recovery. We continue to Pray & Hope and uplift you to the good Lord for he knows what he has in plan for you.

    I pray and wish you quick recovery and that you again are able to be joyful. If I lived in the US I would have joined your army of wonderful women who support you with CTC.

    I hope 🤞 our paths will cross one day, in the meantime Be well my friend, may God give you relief from pain and may he grant you quick recovery.
    Be blessed.

    Grace Enocks
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    • Amen. I have prayed for you but had no comprehension of your actuality. God has blessed my heart through my association with you in ways I cannot describe. Praying that you will receive true beauty from the ashes you have endured. I love you and will forever be grateful for our meeting and relationship. You are strong and courageous, and we look forward to greater days ahead for you. 🙏🙏❤️❤️😊😊. Love, Frankie

      Frankie
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  • I don’t know if you will read this or not but this slapped me in the face , in a good way. “ I rediscovered me in the beauty of Europe and in a flow of love and joy that I so missed and longed for. When I returned home, I had a renewed sense of purpose but somehow, my body wasn’t ready to be driven again by my high capacity mind. The pain returned full force and my hip moved again.“

    This is spot on and hit the nail on the head! I did this, well not to Europe but to Jersey ( pretty close right ? Lol) when I came home I couldn’t put into words how I was feeling but you did that for me. Thank you for peace of mind.

    You are so amazing. Even in your brokenness, pain, ptsd you still have a way of touching my heart and life. No wonder when we spoke many months back on the phone, you knew how to pray for me and you didn’t even know what was going on. You felt my brokenness through the spirit and carried me to Jesus even though your load was so heavy. God knew and used you and your words to confirm my need for rest from ministry. I left my job in June and just don’t know what’s ahead but thank you so much for this blog! I’m so blessed and your words give me endurance but also rest. Doesn’t make much sense out loud but it does to me! Thank you for being so transparent! I will keep covering you in prayer!!!

    Iris Dennis
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  • Love you and praying for wholeness and healing!! 😘❤️😘

    Darla Lacara
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  • All of this and yet you always show up, you are always there, as you were for me,, and my heart breaks to have not seen your struggle. I’m so sorry for all that you have been through and continue to struggle through. Praying for you sweet angel! Love you!

    Milo Mackay
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  • And that my friend is why I love you so!
    You are always in my prayers!!!
    Love and HUGS!

    Grace Bell
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  • Thank you so much for sharing…I couldn’t express what I feel in words, but I want you to know that you are in my prayers…and yes, give yourself time to heal, body, soul and spirit….and from my own experience we often want quick healing but God has other timescales. Nonetheless I pray that our Heavenly father stills all your pain und fills you with all his peace and comforts you and give you all you need in his love. Sending love and hugs…

    Susanne
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  • You are so strong and know your commitment to CTC has had a lasting effect on so many brave, beautiful women fighting cancer. I know the loss of those who lost their fight is painful and I can’t imagine the pain endured by the herniated disc but you are on a path to healing and keeping loved ones like Renee and her collection of verses and memories of them alive by sharing their stories with us.
    Thank you for all you do and being such a bright light even in your dark times. You are truly an angel Kristianne and I hope I can be a positive force for you in your times of weakness too. Agape♡

    Crystal
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