Category Archives: God’s mercy and grace

Jan24

Writer’s Block Is Not a Block of Writers…

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Writer’s Block Is Not a Block of Writers…

…though it might be nice if it were, because then I’d have people around to motivate me to write. I’ve had the hardest time even wanting to write, which is unusual for me, because I love writing. Committing my thoughts to (computer) paper is one of my favorite things to do, and when I can’t do it because I’ve lost the desire to write is frustrating and heartbreaking all rolled into one.

But I have to do something!! So maybe I’ll just sit down and write. Write what? I don’t know, but I have to do something to break the logjam! So I’ll write whatever comes into my head, or maybe I’ll use some of my poems. That’s what I’ll do, I’ll use some of my poems. The first one is called The Murder of a Soul.

Many eyes watching, but ignoring
the obvious pain, the visible wound.
Many ears hearing, but denying
the silent scream, the cry of agony.
Many people knowing, but spurning
the knowledge of the murder of a soul.

But…

Though eyes ignored, the stars saw.
Though ears denied, the rocks heard.
Though people spurned, God knew
and wept.

S.A. Kuriakos & Elliot
©July 14, 1990

I wrote this poem after I figured out that I started picking holes in my cuticles when I was about two years old because I was trying to get someone, anyone, to notice that I was in peril because of Harry’s threats and abuse.

O earth, do not conceal my blood. Let it cry out on my behalf. ~ Job 16:18, NLT.

I couldn’t use words because Harry had told me he would kill me if I told anyone what he was doing to me, and he played Russian Roulette with one of his revolvers between my legs so I would understand that he meant what he said.

There was no way that I could know at two or three years old that the gun had blanks in it, so I believed him, and had to become a liar as a result. I forgive him for ruining my reputation! It took many years before anyone would believe that I wasn’t a liar, when I had no choice but to lie if I wanted to stay alive!

I forgive him for planting terror in my heart! I forgive him for being a monster!

And then there’s this little ditty, called simply Time.

Time.
A broad subject from beginning to end.
Irretrievable, irreplaceable commodity.
The only substance
present since just after God.
Visibly invisible,
invented by God
to forever
and indelibly
remind us of our mortality
and His immortality.

S.A. Kuriakos & Elliot
©June 21, 1990

And then there’s this lovely little poem written by one of my alters named Courtney, who was about three or four years old. She was very sweet and quite lovable. It’s called Things I Like. And because she was such a little girl her spelling and grammar weren’t very good at times.

I like ice cream.
My tongue becomes chocolate
for awhile.

I like butterflies.
They flit through the air
like rainbows dancing.

I like pussywillows.
Ther small furry kittys
on a stick.

I like crayons.
I can draw pictures
of inside my heart.

I like bears.
Ther fuzzy peple
safe to love.

I like hearts.
Maybe one will love me
someday?

S.A. Kuriakos & Courtney
©July 15, 1992

I wrote all these poems a long time ago, while I was still multiple. It would be another ten or more years before I would be integrated, and once I was integrated, sadly, I was no longer able to write poetry. For some reason that gift was lost once the alters who did that were integrated into the whole of who I am. I’ve always believed that writing poetry was a gift from God, and I’ve asked Him repeatedly to be able to do it again. I guess maybe I just need to be patient. On the other hand, the poetry was always used as an outlet for our pain, so maybe I need to be willing to give up that purpose to God, as well as be willing to accept another reason and motivation for its use.

And last but not least, there’s this one, called Remember Lot’s Wife, or Pillar of Salt.

Never look back,
your past will only haunt
and regret you.

Sweat drips
in salt-bloody heaps,
as I strain forward
while looking backward,
and run into trees on the way
because I can’t see the future
for looking at the past.

A pillar of salt is my destiny
unless I learn
to keep my heart looking forward.

S.A. Kuriakos
©January 23, 2025

Cool! I guess I’m not done writing poetry! I just finished that poem myself, without benefit of alters. Granted, I only edited the last couple of words, but it’s a start. It’s a start! Thank you Jesus!!

I started writing this post with the goal in mind of ending the long period of writer’s block, and just the fact that I was able to get as much down as I did with all the poems is very pleasing to me. But I like to end my posts with Scripture, so…

12Not that I have already attained this – that is, I have not already been perfected – but I strive to lay hold of that for which Christ Jesus also laid hold of me. 13Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself to have attained this. Instead I am single-minded: Forgetting the things that are behind and reaching out for the things that are ahead, 14with this goal in mind, I strive toward the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus. ~ Philippians 3:12-14, New English Translation.

Nov4

Diarrhea and My Always Faithful God

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After eight long months, the diarrhea is gone. Thank God, He healed me. I haven’t had any episodes in about a month. Nothing significant happened, like no one laid hands on me or anything. I prayed and asked God to heal me, as I had been doing all along, and He answered. The diarrhea just stopped. I can eat normal foods now, and I am so grateful!

THANK GOD!! HALLELUJAH!!

God gets all the glory for this, that’s for sure. Jesus is my Healer and no one else!

I first began to get an inkling that maybe I was healed when I was able to eat an In-N-Out cheeseburger with no ill effects. I wasn’t totally sure at first, but I’ve been eating them every other week now for over a month with no diarrhea, or anything bad at all, and next time I’m going to try a version of Animal Fries along with my cheeseburger.

It’s such a joy to be able to eat whatever I want, and I’ll never again complain about my food, because I had to go without for so long. Now I eat every bite with gratitude, and I relish the flavor. I hope I never forget! The only silver lining is that I lost about twenty-four pounds, and hopefully I haven’t gained any of it back now that I can eat again.

I think I’ve learned to rely more strongly and closely on God through all of this, and I had to trust that He was still there and listening even though it didn’t seem like He was answering my prayers. I’ve come to realize that I have to keep on praying and not give up, like the Parable of the Persistent Widow in Luke 18:1-8.

Sometimes I felt like God was tormenting me because I kept on having episode after episode of diarrhea, and there were days that felt like I was in the diarrhea day from Hell, it was so bad. But I just had to keep on praying and believing that God was still with me, and He was still answering my prayers, because the Bible says that He will never leave me nor forsake me.

6“Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of [these nations]; for the LORD your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you. … 8And the LORD, He is the One who goes before you. He will be with you, He will not leave you nor forsake you; do not fear nor be dismayed.” ~ Deuteronomy 31:6, 8, NKJV.

No one will be able to stand against you as long as you live. For I will be with you as I was with Moses. I will not fail you or abandon you. ~ Joshua 1:5, NLT.

Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand. ~ Isaiah 41:10, NKJV.

1But now, thus says the LORD, who created you, O Jacob, and He who formed you, O Israel: “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by your name; You are Mine. 2When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned, nor shall the flame scorch you. ~ Isaiah 43:1-2, NKJV.

Plus, compared to what Jesus went through on the Cross, my problems are nothing. I’ve come to the conclusion that God is much more interested in our character development than He is in our happiness. Happiness is temporary, but the joy produced by developing the character of Christ is deep-seated and permanent, and something I greatly desire.

17For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, 18as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal. ~ 2 Corinthians 4:17-18, ESV.

I think that’s about it. I’ve said about all I have to say, though I want to end with a Scripture verse, not my own words. Scripture is much more powerful than my words ever thought of being.

21This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. 22Through the LORD’s mercies we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. 23They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. ~ Lamentations 3:21-23, NKJV.

Oct1

Happiness Is Jesus and a Cheeseburger

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Happiness Is Jesus and a Cheeseburger

It’s been a very, VERY long time since I posted anything at all, and I apologize for that, but I’ve been very ill, and I just haven’t been able to post anything. My health has been compromised on a number of fronts, with both digestive and heart issues.

On August 27th I went to Loma Linda University Hospital, because I was so everlastingly tired of having diarrhea all the time that I was hoping they’d admit me. The medication I’d been taking, Lomotil, that was keeping it under control, had stopped working, and I was frustrated out of my mind, because I kept having these attacks of explosive diarrhea that I couldn’t control.

I talked to my doctor, and she told me it was okay if I went to Loma Linda. It turned out to be a very long wait, because their ER was extremely crowded, but the nurses, doctors, and lab techs were wonderfully kind and caring, and that made a huge difference. My roommate, Karen, drove me there, so she was there as well, though I wish she hadn’t been stuck there waiting with me, because they ended up sending me home, and she was stuck waiting all that time for nothing.

The reason they sent me home was because none of the lab tests and X-rays they did showed anything irregular. If anything abnormal had been revealed then they would have had a reason to give me a bed. But there wasn’t so they couldn’t. I got it. I didn’t like it, but I got it.

So Karen and I got home around 5 a.m. the next morning, and that day was the diarrhea day from hell. I had nonstop attacks all day long, until I finally begged, BEGGED, God to make the Lomotil start working again. And He answered! Thank God, He answered! It started working again immediately.

For the next three weeks, things went along fairly well, except they weren’t going as smoothly as I thought. The bad stuff was going on below the surface so I didn’t notice. First I got a sinus infection, which resulted in both ears being almost completely blocked. That was about two weeks ago, and I still can’t hear in my left ear, and my right ear isn’t a lot better. Then my heart was racing off and on at different times, and I was feeling completely exhausted all the time for no discernible reason. I would be sitting reading my Bible or another book, and I would stand up, and all of a sudden I could feel my heart pounding in my head. Then after a while it would slow down. It happened a bunch of times everyday.

Then a few days ago, on Wednesday, September 25th, my heart started racing again, only this time it didn’t stop. I had a phone appointment with my doctor, Dr. Ahearn, anyway, so when she called I told her about my heart. I have a pulse oximeter that you can put on your finger and it will tell you the oxygen level in your blood and your heart rate. So I put it on my finger, and my oxygen level was 97%, which is fine, but my heart rate was fluctuating between 182 and 220, which is way too fast. And when I told Dr. Ahearn those numbers she told me that I had to get Karen to take me to the ER immediately, because she said my heart rate wasn’t compatible with life (her words, not mine).

She told me to go to the ER in Arcadia where I went the last time this happened a couple of years ago. It used to be called Arcadia Methodist, but they’ve become affiliated with USC Medical Center, so now they’re called USC Arcadia. So that’s where I went. It was about 1 p.m. when Karen and I got there, and because my heart was racing so rapidly I didn’t have to wait to get in. I had my oximeter with me, so I stuck it on my finger and showed them the number, after which they put me in a wheelchair and raced me back and put me in an ER room right away.

They ultimately diagnosed me with something called SVT, or Supraventricular Tachycardia, which was the same thing they determined was wrong the last time I was there. Apparently SVT is caused when electrical signals are sent out from areas of the heart that don’t normally send out signals. And they did this weird trick to bring my heart rate back to normal. They had me blow hard on a syringe for fifteen seconds while they elevated my legs straight up in the air, kind of like they were folding me in half. It looked pretty funny, but it worked, so I guess I can’t complain. If it hadn’t’ve been necessary to slow down my heart, it would’ve been great for an episode of America’s Funniest Home Videos, because it looked so wacky.

Looking back, I realize that, with my heart beating that fast, I could have had a stroke, or even died, because it was beating too rapidly to pump blood. And this isn’t the first time my heart has done this. My heart rate has been that high several times before, and nothing bad has occurred. The worst that happened was I broke out in a cold sweat and got a little dizzy.

I am so very grateful! I don’t know why God keeps preserving my life like He does, but I will keep doing my best to serve Him and please Him. The only thing I can think of is that He still has something for me to do. I just don’t know what it is.

I was there for about four hours. The doctor who took care of me talked with Dr. Ahearn, and they decided together that I could go home, because they’d been able to knock my heart rate down with that weird procedure with my legs in the air. They did three EKG’s and a chest X-ray, and I guess they were satisfied with the results. And the cool thing was, the nursing staff and the doctors and the techs were all wonderfully nice and kind. I was really impressed.

Karen and I finally got to leave at 5 p.m., right when rush hour traffic was starting, so we decided to take surface streets. USC Arcadia is close to Foothill Blvd, (Route 66), so it seemed easiest to head in that direction. As it turned out it probably took us the same amount of time driving surface streets as it would have if we’d driven the freeway, because there was a lot of stop-and-go traffic on Foothill Blvd. So first we stopped so Karen could eat because she was starving, and then after a while she became so exhausted she couldn’t stay awake any longer, so we switched places and I drove.

Then, once I started driving, while Karen was sleeping next to me, I started craving a cheeseburger. An In-N-Out cheeseburger with all the fixings, to be exact. I started thinking about how long it had been since I’d had a tomato, or an onion, or a piece of lettuce, or a meat patty, or… or… or… You know, all the stuff you put on a cheeseburger and as I thought about it, the craving only got worse. I started talking to God about it, because I was sure this craving couldn’t be from God. I thought for certain He’d probably talk me out of it.

So I decided I was going to stop at an In-N-Out on the way home. I would be good. I wouldn’t get a double-double, or French fries, or worse, animal fries, or a milk shake, or anything like that. All I would get was a cheeseburger. And I continued talking to God about it while I was driving, explaining why I wanted to do it. I was positive He would tell me I couldn’t do it, that it would be bad for my digestion, that it would cause more diarrhea, but He didn’t tell me anything at all. He just listened. So I went to the In-N-Out that’s two blocks from my apartment. I parked in the parking lot rather than wait in the drive through, and I went in and got my cheeseburger with everything on it.

I was a little afraid to eat it, because it was the richest food I’d had in many months, but I prayed over it, and prayed for God’s mercy over me, and then I started to eat it.

And do you know, that was the BEST cheeseburger! I thought I had died and gone to Heaven, it tasted so good. I could taste each individual flavor: the tomato, the onion, the meat, the bun, the lettuce, the sauce, the cheese, all of them, and each of them. And the wonderful and amazing thing is, NOTHING HAPPENED! No upset stomach, no diarrhea, no nothing!

Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man who trusts in Him! ~ Psalm 34:8, NKJV.

You prepare a feast for me in the presence of my enemies. You honor me by anointing my head with oil. My cup overflows with blessings. ~ Psalm 23:5, NLT.

And that feast could be a feast of cheeseburgers! Oh boy, oh boy!!

When I told Dr. Ahearn the next morning that I’d gone to In-N-Out she was surprised and excited (her words), so I asked her if I could do it again, to which she replied, maybe once every two weeks or so. So I now have a visit to In-N-Out for a cheeseburger on my calendar every two weeks.

6Now godliness with contentment is great gain. 7 For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. 8 And having food and clothing, with these we shall be content. ~ 1 Timothy 6:6-8, NKJV.

Oh my goodness, I am so excited and pleased!! October 9th is my next cheeseburger! Oh goodie and yippee!

God is SOOO GOOD!!