tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79537905683589805812024-03-14T03:38:08.835-04:00Life As We Know ItA little of this, a little of that. Enjoy reading my random thoughts and experiences, as well as what God leads me to say.Rhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-7607749527027620072012-12-16T14:16:00.000-05:002012-12-16T14:27:01.894-05:00This Little Light of MineI moved to South Carolina a little over eight years ago when Tim and I married. We live out in the country, and learning all of the new roads and backroad shortcuts are always a challenge to me...and, of course, this was prior to the arrival of GPS in every vehicle. On one of the more common paths I travel, and one of the first ones I became familiar with, at one particular four way stop sign I used to take particular notice of an old abandoned house. Clearly empty for many years, wood stripped and weathered, front porch falling in, brush about 2 feet tall all around it. It would be easy just to pass it by without a glance...but I took notice of the porch light that was on in broad daylight one day not long after moving here. I travel that stretch of road frequently...these days I travel it daily. Over the years, each time I stop at that stop sign, I have taken notice of the porch light. All this time...it has always been on. During two separate winter storms, this area has lost power for days at a time. That light has always remained aglow. It has provoked so many questions in my mind...who lived there? Who pays the light bill? What was the family like that lived there? Why the heck hasn't that light bulb ever burned out?
Last year sometime as I stopped at the stop sign, the weeds and brush had grown so high surrounding the little worn down house that I had to drive past it and really look to see it, but the light was still glowing. I had to search for it...in almost a panicked state....but breathed a sigh of relieve when I saw its glow. That evening in the dark, it was easy to see it through the bushes. These days when you drive by, unless you know a house is there, you would not really even see it, but the light still shines brightly.
God revealed to me His meaning for that little porch light to pass through my life. When I first began hearing His voice call me to another level of service about six years ago, my light shone so very bright! I was on fire for The Lord and I loved the changes that brought into my life. There were times (and still are) where the weeds began to grow up around my heart...there was a season I hated going to work every day....miserable in the environment and wanting to do nothing but volunteer full time. The bushes grew up around my attitude at times...but I would shout out the mercy of my God without thinking twice. My light needed some encouragement...but it managed to show through. The season that Tim and I spent over a year in hospitals between both of us having surgeries was a grim year. God continued to put people in our lives that we could minister to through it all. Ephesians 5:8-9, 13 says "For you were once darkness, but now you are light in The Lord. Live as children of light for the fruit of the light consists in all goodness, righteousness and truth. But everything exposed by the light becomes visible and everything that is illuminated becomes a light."
When we accept Christ into our heart and proclaim Him as our Lord and Saviour, we always have the light within us. God's promise to keep us in the light is spread throughout the entire old and new testaments. In Isaiah 42:16-17 that promise is made clear-"I will lead the blind by ways they have not known, along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth. These are the things I will do; I will not forsake them."
God makes the rough places smooth...and that takes time. To smooth a rock's edges is a process...as is to give light to darkness. He WILL lead us by ways we have not known...and we cannot get through those unfamiliar paths without His guidance. This is God's promise...not His sales pitch. I awaken each day asking God to make my light shine for Him...and for His light to shine through me. Some days you can see it more than others. But he IS my light, and even when the weeds are high, and the fog is thick, and the rain is so heavy I cannot see in front of me...it remains there always...even if I have to look a little harder for it.
I do not know who left that light on on that broken down house. But I thank them for it every time I drive by. It encourages me. It reminds me of God's unfailing continuous love for me. Rhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-71165059467372169032011-09-14T20:08:00.004-04:002011-09-14T20:38:14.169-04:00Guacamole....and the church....So, if you pay any attention to me at all on Facebook, you will notice that I have had guacamole on the brain today. Tonight....it alllll came together. Sort of. <br /><br />The last several months God has been doing some amazing things with my life. Using the last year and a half to develop me into yet another level to serve and worship. Does that mean I am perfect? Of course not....but I am always striving to be the best I can be. I get tired, frustrated, angry and I just have to listen to the whisper of the Holy Spirit in my pushing me through. <br /><br />In search for some fellowship, I began attending a small group with some friends of mine that love Jesus. It was time I received some spiritual nourishment, and because I have mostly been in a leadership and serving role, I rarely took the time other than for a sermon on Sunday to really have someone pour into me. I have so so so loved the frienships that have come out of that decision. Amazing is not even close to desribing it. But in May, the Lord spoke loud and clear to me that it was time to get back into leading a small group again, and I began praying about that. Among a million other things the Lord has done in the past few months, He answered my prayers for a small group of women who began meeting on this past Monday night at my home. Within an hour, Jesus was quite clearly present and He moved in a mighty way that brought chills, shock, utter disbelief and rejoicing among us all. I am so thankful for each of these ladies. <br /><br />It made me think of the recent people I have been placed in the path of that push back against corporate worship. Church. Groups. Christians. Do you really blame them? The judgement that has been placed on them, the hypocracy...why not just believe in God, say a prayer every now and then and leave it at that? <em><strong>BECAUSE IT IS UNBIBLICAL TO DO THAT!!!!!</strong></em> But...here we are having to defend church....not God....but people...and that makes me sad. If God is love, then why are they not feeling loved in a place where God is supposed to be? A song by Casting Crowns called "Stained Glass Masqerade" ripped my heart out the other day. It is about the fascade played out by Christians and who they want everyone to think they are. You should listen to it.<br /><br />I am broken for these people that are convinced that believing is enough. (And now....comes the guacamole.....) Avacados are good. But guacamole is amazing. When you add lime juice, garlic salt, a few tomatoes maybe, and onions....an avacado goes to an entirely different level!!! And...work with me here...if you hate guacamole, use your imagination!!!! Being a Christian...believing in God...is wonderful!!! And should be celebrated! But when you add in serving, obedience, blessing others, fellowship and community with other believers...or those that need Jesus....you can not ever be the same!!! The Bible instructs this....always taking it to the next level...because in Christ there is no limit to that level!!! <br /><br />In Ephesians 2...Pauls speaks of community in the church.<br />19 Consequently, you are no longer foreigners and strangers, but fellow citizens with God's people and also members of his household,20 built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, with Christ Jesus himself as the chief cornerstone.21 In him the whole building is joined together and rises to become a holy temple in the Lord.22 And in him you too are being built together to become a dwelling in which God lives by his Spirit.<br /><br />Reach out to those who have stopped believing in the blessings of corporate fellowship and worship. If that person is you...please let me know. I would love to show you another side to Christianity that you have been missing out on..Rhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-88001744559455085202011-08-25T14:16:00.007-04:002011-08-25T19:43:20.182-04:00Evaluation TimeYesterday as I checked my mailbox at work, I saw a packet with a note on it. It was hard to believe a year has gone by since I came to work there permanently, and it is already time for my annual evaluation. I flipped through my blank "self eval" and read all of the questions as well as the scoring system. As with most evaluations I will fill out how I think I have done in these areas, then my manager will fill out how she thinks I have done, and where I need improvement, and so on and so forth. I have a great boss, and it's not this evaluation that bothers me at all. As a matter of fact I slipped off into a trance as my mind took me back to other evaluations in my past.
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<br />Have you ever thought you were doing an awesome job? Coming in early, staying late, offering to help with things, mentoring some, etc, etc.? I remember in so many situations during my days in the hospital in Texas-every time someone called in, I would go in and cover, I always finished my work on time, then would go help someone else who was not done with theirs, did not call in sick for over three years...I was doing my very best. Then when I sat down for my eval I was told of a time when I said something that offended someone. I was shown a charting sheet where I missed writing the date on something. Two or three other things out of an entire year of working so hard that were very insignificant and petty kept me from getting a good evaluation. I deserved better!
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<br />Another time when I was in management the same thing happened. I worked the job that now at least two people are doing with limited training. I worked so hard. It took away from my family, my life, my volunteering. I worked at home late into the night and on the weekends. I don't know if I have ever tried so hard in my life. Evaluation time. Epic fail. I was devastated. Hurt. Angry. Then when it was <em></em>my<em></em> turn to evaluate the staff that I managed, I, by nature, wanted to see all of the good in them. To encourage them. I realize everyone needs improvement and constructive criticism, however I looked at their overall performance. Not just a bad day here and there. When I sent them for approval, I would always get them back to re-do. "I made it too fluffy" Then, with all of the "mud" I was instructed to put on there, my staff would walk away from their evals feeling the same way I had felt.
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<br /> Do you see a pattern here?
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<br />All of those years, trying to please man. I will never be good enough for man. Disappointed when I did not receive the approval and encouragement from those I sought to impress and have MY name recognized, and not the name of Jesus. I left those jobs for one reason or the other, but I got smart. I didn't stop caring if I did a great job...I will always put forth my best effort. I will always respect my leaders, even if I disagree with them. But what I do does NOT rely on their approval, and for that change in my attitude, I am being blessed.
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<br />"But as for You, brethren, do not grow weary in doing good." 2Thes 3:13 NKJV
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<br />I will never stop doing good. I am so far from perfect, however my priorities are ohhhh so different now. My career...is great. My God is greater. I will continue to serve Him above man. Always. If this story is the same for you....then "Evaluate Yourself" and see exactly who you are trying to please. God will show you what He has in store for you.
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<br />"May He grant you according to your heart's desire, and fulfill all your purpose." Psalm 20:4
<br />Rhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-8693059901761063892011-08-02T21:02:00.003-04:002011-08-02T22:00:20.110-04:00Why NOT Me?<div>" God is after your heart...not your behavior." These words have been hounding me for over 48 hours. Have you ever faked anything? Have you ever wanted everyone else to believe you were okay, or good, or pure or anything else to the point that you thought you could convince yourself, the ones who know you the best, or even God of it? </div><div> </div><div>I used to love to play dress-up. To pretend that I was something or someone that I wasn't. I loved watching my daughter pick out clothes at yard sales...old prom dresses and gaudy jewelry...so she could dress up like a princess. Our son spent ages 3 through 9 donning a cape every day of his life. We picked up used costumes so he could be a different superhero every day. I used to love to watch him put the large cape on Tim, as he hopped on the back of the wheelchair and they would go as fast as they could so the capes would fly in the wind. As the children have grown, they are realizing that the world is not a fairy tale. They see the world they are growing up in, and as much as I want to protect them and save them from everything that will bring them harm, I am learning to step back and let them learn lessons that are sometime hard to swallow. I know them too well. They cannot hide their pain from me. Anymore than you or I can hide our pain from our Father. </div><div> </div><div>So why do we try? It's usually to make everyone else feel better. Or to pretend you are invincilble. Thinking at some point it will all go away. Personally I pour myself into serving and accomplishments, somehow thinking that by helping others my own pain will be disguised. And it works. </div><div> </div><div>Most of the time.</div><div> </div><div>We will always struggle. If we didn't struggle over one thing it would be another. If we didn't struggle then we would have no reason to seek God. Why do we have to have the answers to all of the questions? Why can't we just trust Him? It's like learning the consequences of not wearing sunscreen. I don't <em>feel</em> like it's hot....I'm in the water! Your children learn after the first sunburn that just because they don't see it taking place, the consequences that come that evening and the next day all point to the signs that they should have trusted you! It's no different for us....we have to trust God that He's got it. </div><div> </div><div>We have to let Him be who He is. And trust that His word is truth. We have to.</div><div> </div><div>God is moving in me to begin a discipleship ministry, to enable believers to be obedient by reaching out to others, mentoring them, and preparing them to do the same. Why me? Why <em>not</em> me? And why not you? I would love for you to pray about being a part of "Awaken." And I welcome the opportunity to come speak to your church or group about discipleship, or a number of other things. I am keeping the speaking events to one or two a month, so if you are interested, you are welcome to email me @ <a href="mailto:rhonda.evatt@gmail.com">rhonda.evatt@gmail.com</a></div><div> </div><div>Give others the same grace that you have received. Whether they deserve it or not. Let God be God, and you be obedient. I promise. He will not let you down.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>Rhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-52048494583446097032011-07-17T21:35:00.006-04:002011-07-18T21:48:57.598-04:00Awaken<div><div> It's so easy to get caught in the routine of day to day life. I do it. You do it. And before you know it we are looking back on our life trying to get back time that we will never be able to get. The kids grow up. One gray hair appears, then another. The "somedays" in our lives become "I wish I hads." Then one day you wake up. Everyone has that moment that they actually <em>wake up </em>and all of those things you swore you would do become a priortity. Does it come as the result of a loss? Or a birthday? There are so many things that can spawn that final desire to "just do it."<br /></div><div> God has been wrecking me to do more than just participate. I love the level I am blessed to serve in the capacities that I do as a part of NewSpring Church. I am blessed to see and be a part of salvations each and every week. If you have never prayed with someone else to receive Christ, then you have missed out on a pure and deep joy. In the past few months I have found myself feeling like there was even more God wanted from me. I haven't been able to put a finger on it, until I realized...why does that discipleship have to be on just Sundays? Why should it be only within the walls of that building? It's easy to sit back and say, "New Spring should get a _______ ministry." Why is it their responsibility? Why is it any church's responsibility to reach the children, youth, adults, wrecked marriages and every other walk of life that either needs to meet Jesus or needs to realize that simply accepting Christ is NOT enough. If Jesus is in your heart, you should be serving, witnessing, praying, and living out the new life you have been given in Christ.</div><div> </div><div> The vision I believe God has bestowed upon me is for disciples to become on fire for building an army of other disciples to build an army of other disciples to build an army....and so on. People need to be empowerd by the Holy Spirit to use their gifts to serve and to be bold in their pursuit of people that need to know Jesus. To awaken from a life of routine and serving ourselves and this world, to serve each other and a mighty God.</div><div> </div><div> What is stopping you? I would love for you to be a part of it. Each one of us reaching one person a week for Christ. Can you even imagine? God has given you the tools. Let us help empower you to use them for His glory.</div></div>Rhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-36465714157451813482011-07-08T19:37:00.005-04:002011-07-08T20:17:19.591-04:00What Is YOUR Legacy?<div><div><div> My sleep patterns have been messed up....again. Running on about 3-4 hours a night and crashing during the day. Monday night was July the 4th, and as customary several people were over for a cookout and late fireworks. No sleep again Tuesday night and Wednesday made the two and a half hour haul with my daughter to take Tim's new wheelchair to Atlanta to begin the process of getting him ready to drive again. I was home by 2:30 and grateful for a couple of hours to nap before time to go get my son. </div><div> It took approximately 2.6 seconds for me to go unconscious. I always turn my phone on vibrate to not be awakened, however, at about 3:15 the constant and repetitive vibrations got my attention. One eye opened, I tried to read all of the messages coming through my phone. All of them saying the same thing...."Did you hear about Tori?" "What happened to Tori?" "When did you talk to Tori last?" I know more than one Tori. But had only one of them in common with the people blowing up my cell phone.</div><div> The immediate conversations confirmed it. She was gone. All I could do was sit in disbelief. My childhood friend. Who lived around the corner from me. Who sat behind me in many classes. Whose smile lit up anyone and everyone who came into contact with her. My mind flashed back to high school. Cheerleading tryouts were coming up. I didn't believe in myself at all. She practiced with me, she believed in me, she encouraged me. And the day before tryouts the only thing that consumed me was rejection from everyone else. I didn't try out.</div><div> A few years after we graduated we began working in the same hospital taking care of the same patients in the ICU. We got to know each other all over again...as adults, not children. The night shifts we worked were so much fun. I missed her so much when I moved away. Before the internet. Before Facebook.</div><div> About a year and a half ago we reconnected...so many laughs. So many nights of helping each other through rough times. Her new teenage girl...mine who had just graduated. Encouraging each other and praying for each other. When I discovered I had multiple tumors and had a massive surgery last summer she stayed in touch constantly. Through Tim's last year and a half she encouraged me. And with last minute planning last summer, I was able to reunite with her and a couple of other high school friends for an afternoon of fun and laughter. She radiated. As if we were all 16 again. Her love for her family and the Lord was beaming. Her happiness that we had all reconnected was uplifting. I was so glad too. What an impact she had on my life. And she never even knew it. I am just one of so many. </div><div> I posted the picture of the three of us in her memory. I tagged her facebook page with it. Moments later her name popped up with an entry. Her 13 year old daughter was writing on her wall...I miss you and love you so much Mommy! Love, Natalie. I have never met Nat, although I know her quite well through her mother. I encouraged her as best I could...to continue her mother's legacy. Moments later, Tori's FB wall photo changed....to the picture of the three of us on that day last summer. Bright eyes, big smiles, arms wrapped around each other. That is how I choose to remember her.</div><div> Losing someone close to you far too early always throws a different perspective on things. They buried her today. Across the country. So many shedding tears for an angel that is in Heaven with her beloved sister and mother that she has mourned over so much. What legacy will I leave behind? I hope it comes close to hers. How about you? What is your legacy?</div><div> I miss you, my friend. I will never ever stop praying for your husband and children. I look forward to our final reunion.</div></div></div>Rhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-82011409604280932402011-06-24T18:16:00.002-04:002011-06-24T18:50:14.578-04:00Do You Pray Big Enough?Moving into a new direction with my blog...might even change the name. Historically it has been used to update on Tim's medical status during his last two surgeries..laying out my encounters with a faithful God. The miracles that took place were huge. But what about when we are not in crisis? What happens when the dust settles? Well, welcome to my new direction. Taking hold of my newfound strength and using this page as the beginning of what I have asked God to allow me to be. His disciple. I am preparing to do just that. Speaking, writing, and reaching out to those who are too weak and broken to pick themselves up. Please pray with me as I begin to pursue what I have always wanted to do.<br /><br />Last week I chauferred my mom, aunt and grandmother to see an evangelist named Perry Stone. He is well known and I was happy to get to take my family to hear him. Little did I (we) know that we were embarking on a Church of God Camp meeting. If you don't know what that is, I will have to explain another time! It was so awesome! The message was one of truth and greatness...however...there was one part that stood out to me. I am a huge prayer warrior. I have spent much time in the Bible learning how to pray and much time in silence learning how to hear God speak to me. I have had two true, real, personal encounters with the Holy Spirit. I will share them with you sometime...but not today. It occurred to me during his message that as hard as I pray, I still put limits on God. I pray open-ended. I pray with hope rather than expectation. I pray casually and not with awe of coming before a mighty and powerful God. Why should He answer anything I pray for? Why should He not be insulted? It's because He knows I am a work in progress. He is so proud of how far I have come that He knows there will always be a next level for me. This is my next level.<br /><br />So, I gave it a try. Almost an hour in prayer. In silence. Arms lifted high. Praying for so many that have asked me to, and others who would surely have a stroke if they knew not only that I was praying for them, but what it was I was praying for. I saved me til last. And then I begged, I claimed, I believed, I trusted, I expected that what I asked for would be done with His blessing and my hard work. The following morning....just the opposite of what I asked for happened.<br /><br />I was angry, sad, and all other negative things combined. I felt surely Satan was attacking me. I turned to people I thought would say what I wanted to hear. And I was, of course, disappointed when they provided no comfort at all. My questions resonated to God. Was it Satan? Was it God telling me no? So, I spent some time in the Word, and this was the end result:<br /><br />When you are making a decision, look at the following:<br />1) Will the course considered lead a fellow Christian to sin by your example? (1 Cor 8:13)<br />2) Will the action provide strength and encouragement to your own life? (1 Cor 6:12, 10:23)<br />3) Will the action ultimately glorify God? (1 Cor 10:31)<br /><br />I had originally turned to my husband for support. Since the last surgery, I have to choose the times I seek his guidance carefully because of the medication he is still on. I chose the wrong time, and became resentful. I waited until I had his full attention, and no television or other distractions. And he said exactly what I needed him to. The same words I had been preaching to him for years as he pursued his dream. " Sometimes God says yes, sometimes God says no, and sometimes God says -not yet." It all sank in. This decision is for the good of my family, and it will set me up for preparing for success to do His work later on. Just not yet...not in the way I wanted.Rhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-1042363739403922642011-01-25T21:41:00.004-05:002011-01-26T17:46:58.744-05:00God's Timing is PerfectI have learned over the past few years that no matter what is going on in my life, God is always waiting on the other side. When I am worried and try to fix things myself I end up in a total tailspin. What I came up with earlier this year when faced with some tough stressers in my life some might call denial. Call it what you want...I basically just checked out. Checked out of social networking, checked out of being involved with friends, checked out of everything but breathing in and breathing out. Doing whatever I could to function as a parent and work. Trying to be strong enough in our marriage for the both of us. I basically got sick of being sick and tired from all of the worry. What I did not do what stop serving the Lord. And on the other side of things...he was there with a big smile. It taught me so many lessons. That I can surely and faithfully lay my burdens down. I refuse to worry. It wastes my valuable time. Does that mean I am not concerned or fearful in a tight situation? No...I just have to pray harder. But I suppose I can refer to it in a new terminology....denial by faith. Because of my faith I will deny myself the turmoil that is associated with worry. God always has me in His arms and at my darkest moments he is the only thing that can give me the peace I need. He speaks to me...when I am willing to hear Him. This is just one of the ways I know..<br /><br />Several weeks ago I was at one of my lowest points of the journey at Shepherd Center. It was the first time I had been able to physically attend church in weeks because of being on call for work and being in Atlanta with Tim. It was for the Christmas service at NewSpring. Before I even entered the building I was met with hugs and love from so many, however our youth pastor, Brad, embraced me and told me as he kept up with my email updates and blog posts God really layed Ephesians 3 on his heart for me. It was so sweet...and I thought to myself, "I need to read that when I get home." After the service I had several people offer to pray with me. As they did, from two seperate people the words "Ephesians 3" left their mouths. They never knew, of course, that it had already been spoken to me once that evening. Of course as soon as I got home I dove right in. It was amazing. It filled me with such peace to read of the mystery that surrounds a God who is capable of things beyond our wildest imagination.<br /><br />I arrived in Atlanta later that week. I read the scripture over and over to my husband strung out on so much medication and dozing from exhaustion. I read it from three different translations. I filled him with it. He paid me no attention. The next morning with a little more life in him, he asked that I read it again. As I did he tried desperately to break it down sentence by sentence. My husband, the Bible genius, was asking me to explain what it was I saw in that chapter. I told him in every way I knew how. The next week, I had been home again and returned to his side for a four day period. He had asked me for a particular page -a-day calendar for Christmas that I got for him and he asked me to read it for him. I took it out of the box, and on the cover was the following:<br /><em> God knows how to multiply your influence, multiply your strength, multiply your talent, and your income. All you have to do is believe. If you will release your faith for a supernatural year-get up each day expecting God's far and beyond favor, then you will see God show up and do amazing things in your life.</em><br /><em> "Now all the glory to God, who is able, through His mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask of Him. Glory to Him in the church and in Christ Jesus through all generations forever and ever! Amen" Ephesians 3:20</em><br /><br /> Yes. I laughed.<br /><br /> This past Sunday was our first Sunday in church together in almost three months due to his health issues. I was on call for work so I had to watch from the outside atrium in case I received a call. It was an amazing message. And then...the following scripture reference was made...Ephesians 3:20.<br /><br /> Yes. I laughed.<br /><br /> I know God has got this. As He has everything. What I do know is that my sole purpose in life is to serve my God, to blog, tweet, post, pray, speak to masses, write and whatever else I can do to tell everyone I can how to get to the place that God wants them to be. God wants so much for your life. Don't waste another second. He is always at work within us.Rhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-89825489356603215512010-12-23T17:20:00.002-05:002010-12-23T17:46:36.349-05:00Our Little Prayer WarriorWell, the past ten days have drug on and on since I left Atlanta. I kept busy with work and preparing for Christmas. I have been able to speak with Tim almost daily and perhaps saved myself from posting a lot of gloom and doom over the holidays because his frame of mind was not the usual positive mindset. Medically speaking from what I am told his incision is healing nicely. Two of the three drains have been removed, with the third one coming out on Friday. Staples are scheduled to come out over the weekend, and I believe as of today he can spend 2 hours at a time on his back a couple of times a day. Being face down has taken its toll on him because it is very uncomfortable and painful for him, so that has definately impacted his overall mood. <br /><br />Two nights ago, God woke me at about midnight and kept me up until about five a.m. At first I became afraid and grabbed my phone expecting a call from the hospital, but after two hours passed with me in prayer and deep thought, a peace came over me and I realized He was trying to speak to me but I was not listening. Over the following three hours God encouraged me and gave me the words I have been searching for to encourage Tim. I honestly have not been able to speak words to him that he can process enough to give him any peace. That night when he called me, I was able to repeat everything God laid on my heart and I could tell he was very receptive to it. This morning he called, and his frame of mind was wonderful. He slept well lastnight, and had a song in his voice that I have not heard in a couple of months. We are both looking forward to our time together beginning Saturday.<br /><br />Lastnight Landon and I had to run into Lifeway Christian bookstore after I picked him up in the evening. We took our time and that phone call from Tim came just as I got ready to check out so I let Landon speak with him for a while. As I finished up, I looked over and saw the phone wedged in between his cheek and shoulder trying to balance it and he had a pencil writing on a small sheet of paper with a look of intensity on his face. At first I thought Tim was telling him to write something but as he handed the phone to me he continued to write. I watched as he read what he had written and crammed it into a small plexiglass box mounted on the end of one of the aisles. Curious, I strolled over (making sure he had not signed me up for anything crazy)and his small sheet of paper sat alone in the box. I saw a label above it that read, "Prayer Requests." The words printed so neatly in my boy's handwriting said,"Please pray for my daddy. He had sergery and is in the hopspital."<br />I thanked God right then for such amazing children...and for the amazing spiritual leader that Tim is as their father and my husband. I wish everyone could hear Landon's prayers at night and each morning before he gets out of the van or on the bus. (He will not leave for school or go to sleep until someone prays for him.) He prays for so many...his teacher stricken with Cancer this year, his karate instructor with Leukemia who has had two bone marrow transplants this year, Eminem..that he will change his ways because he just knows he is a good person inside, and for each person that comes to mind. The only thing he asks for is forgiveness for his sins and that he will not have bad dreams. lol <br /><br />Wishing you all the greatest holiday ever this year as we continue to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ every day, and not just Christmas day. Merry Christmas from The Evatt family. <br />RhondaRhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-86565910768842191552010-12-13T09:59:00.003-05:002010-12-13T10:43:34.581-05:00When You Least Expect It.....Expect ItWe have had a decent weekend. I have not been able to stay at night and that seems to be the time when Tim needs me the most. He sleeps face down (called proning) and because of the wires that were used in his initial injury to fuse his spinal cord together, his head doesn't turn to the side very easily. By the time I am here his face is swollen, he is exausted and my heart breaks. He is tough...no doubt. He simply says, "Darling, I gotta do what I gotta do." He is my hero.<br /><br />Yesterday morning I decided to do damage control from my initial 72 hours as an exhausted, terrified, detail oriented (where Tim's care is concerned), wife with 20 years of healthcare experience. I am sure you can all imagine. We had to iron some things out in the first two days that gave me a very familiar name at shift report...lol. SOOOOOO-I know the way to the nurses hearts...I stopped at Publix to bring donuts and Christmas cookies as a peace offering. It worked ;) It was there, in the checkout line that I met Mobwan. Yes..Mobwan. <br /><br />Sleepy eyed I checked out as the middle eastern man in his mid thirties bagged my items, and with a heavy accent said, "How are ju today, Ma'am? You look berry tired." I smiled and thanked him for asking and validated his observation with the purpose for my stay here. He showed me true concern, and proceded to tell me of his brother who several years earlier had a fall in the yard, was cleared with a clean bill of health, and two weeks later woke up completely paralyzed and died. Wow. How do you respond to that? I gave him my compassion as best I could and listened. And then...the words I never (for some reason) expected to hear. His voice radiated and drew the attention from the people in lines all around. His managers even stood with jaws dropped. He looked me in the eye and said in a happy boistrous voice, "Ju tell your husband dat God is da fadda! (you tell your husband that God is the father). He had his life planned out before he was ever born! God is our daddy, He makes no mistakes! If your husband was blind and not paralyzed, he could not see his beautiful wife and childrens! He could not see all of da beauty around heem! Ju tell your husband...God has a purpose for him here...and he has one for you too!"<br /><br />Um. Yeah. I wish I could do his five minute message from God justice, but there is no way. Donut run turned evangelism outreach in the checkout isle at Publix with the Middle Eastern man bringin da word! Smile pasted on my face, I hugged him and thanked him. Thank God for the boldness of Mobwan. Reminding me to be so bold for God's love for us.<br /><br />And so another encounter to draw me closer to Him.Rhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-66844691667552157312010-12-11T13:41:00.003-05:002010-12-11T14:20:10.787-05:00Day FourNobody here recognized me this morning when I appeared in normal clothes, clean hair and a touch of makeup on. We were blessed to meet a couple when we were here earlier in the year that unfortunately have been dealing with the same type of issues as us. A precious couple, Tracey and I have become good friends, although they reside in Tennessee. They also have a place close to this hospital that they graciously offered to let me use once I could no longer stay in the room with Tim. Lastnight brought me an amazing night of solitude and sleep. Sam will be returning in January for more surgery...we will be here until late January at least, so we will be able to be with each other. <br /><br />Mr. J arrived yesterday...Tim's new roommate. Same level of injury and also a skin flap. I was in my vulnerable human form yesterday and began dreading it pretty early on. TV blaring, phone ringing constantly, call light every 90 seconds...I was already thinking the worst. I left lastnight in tears having to leave him facedown in obvious pain. Unable to move, sad to see me go...it was the first time I have ever had to see him like that and it killed me. When I returned this morning he was back on his side and looking better than when I left him. Mr. J had no water and was calling for some. Who am I...able bodied...to make him wait for the nurse? I took his cup for some water and gave him a drink. His aged, dark eyes met mine and the smile that appeared was precious. His words of thanks...real thanks...not fake thanks...reminded me that God has a job here that only Tim and I can do. I repented for the selfishness that filled me the day before. And as we talked, I learned of his injury only one year ago, his many years as a minister prior to that, an elderly black man that praises God despite his circumstances. He filled me with joy. But just when I thought I could not be humbled enough, his daughter and grandson entered the room pushing his wife who is completely blind. She stood next to her beloved husband, staring in the darkness, with both hands stroking his face as they both smiled at one another. <br /><br />That is how it is here. Aside from dodging a wheelchair every fifteen feet or so...there is a connection here. As you walk past people in the hallway, you know who is here with family. Our faces are all the same. Our eyes meet with an unspoken embrace. It could always be worse. <br /><br />Worse like the man I met telling me of his wife stricken with Guillan Barre syndrome from a flu shot just 6 short weeks ago. She is completely paralyzed and on a ventilator with a trach. They have a 4 month old and a 2 year old and no family. Or the cries and screams from the room next to us early in the morning of the family who lost their husband and father in the wee hours and had to be told when they arrived. Who am I to complain? Who am I to have self pity? I am the daughter of royalty...my father is the King of Kings. I have my health, my husband, my children, my family, a home, a job...the list goes on and on. Tim may not have the use of his body from the chest down, but his heart and love for Jesus, me and our family surpases any yardwork that does not get done because he is in a wheelchair. I hope you all take a step back this holiday...and every day...be thankful, and serve our Mighty God.Rhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-11251967932083127692010-12-09T17:19:00.002-05:002010-12-09T17:43:02.142-05:00Day 2...againThis past September when we began to notice a place in the ischial area of Tim's backside, we never imagined that for the second time this year we would be facing this massive surgery again. After all...we have dealt with skin issues in the past and were able to heal them up pretty easily. It began going south very quickly, despite our best efforts...Tim stayin in bed, eating well, etc. Within a matter of six weeks we were told surgery again, but the earliest date would be in February. That was all well and good as long as he could tolerate it. But about a week and a half ago I began to notice subtle differences and shortly afterwards so did a number of other people. <br /><br />We were blessed to be admitted as soon as we were. The fear was sepsis...or that the infection had gotten into the blood stream. They were very aggressive when we were admitted to ICU lastnight, and he went into surgery around 730 this morning. The last skin flap took two and a half hours. Today, four hours went by....then four and a half...and I got very scared. Bad feelings swept over me. I am not ready to lose him...and I begged God not to take him yet. <br /><br />I stood at the window of his room overlooking the Atlanta skyline. Outide of it stand two very tall trees, barren with leaves dropping to the ground every few seconds. As I looked all around, I took particular notice that there were not any birds....anywhere. I looked all over, across the street, down the road, in other trees...none to be found. So I asked God as I prayed...and paniced.."God, if he is okay, please land a bird on the tree to the left. Only one. Only on the left. I stared...I prayed...I begged...for thirty straight minutes. We were now five hours with no word from the surgeon.<br /><br />I began to accept not that God was not there, but that it was His answer. Not that He could not bring Tim through, but that it was not His plan. And as I wiped the first tear away, a huge, bright yellow bird perched on the limb right across from me. Looking straight my way....and within seconds the surgeons footsteps entered the room.<br /><br />The operation was difficult. He was barely able to close the incisions with the lack of tissue. The infection was as large as a canteloupe. Those are all his words. Tim needed two blood transfusions. That is very uncommon for him. He should do fine, however this recovery will take some time. His spirits are very low. That breaks my heart...but I suppose after all he has been through he is due to have a bad day. I will keep you all up to date. <br />God is still God. <br />RhondaRhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-66878587456576798652010-08-22T21:34:00.003-04:002010-08-22T21:48:07.580-04:00I'm Back!One of the many things I have put on the backburner for entirely too long has been this blog! Maybe it's been that life has had me strapped, perhaps God has been reconditioning me to work more diligently for His kingdom, maybe it's because we finally got high speed internet way out in the sticks...but for whatever reason, two of my favorite quotes of all time popped up yesterday that reminded me exactly what I have not been doing...and that is spending time with God the way I am supposed to, and feverently serving Him. <br /><br />The first quote is, "A woman's heart should be so hidden in the Lord, that a man must seek Him first in order to find her." The other is, "Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor in the morning the devil says,"Oh, crap...she's up!" <br /><br />Eight months ago those were both referring to me....since then, I just believe that it's everyone in my house that says "Oh, crap....she's up!" Needless to say, it's been quite the year, but my marriage is stronger than ever, we are learning to deal with things regarding Tim's health that will just be a way of life for us now, rather than a medical emergency. We know that is not ideal, however we are proud to worship at an amazing church, embrace our health, careers and family, and live life to the absolute fullest. Which has brought me back to the fact that I have been a total slacker when spending time with God. I am so looking forward to beginning a home group in our home that I will be teaching every other week that will give me some accountability to get back in the Word. Praying for others and their marriages and damaged relationships on a daily basis. How can I pray for you?Rhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-80998066151028053702010-04-10T05:47:00.004-04:002010-04-10T06:20:05.570-04:00Diary of a Tired White WomanHonestly.....you don't really want to read my diary from about February 5th til March 15th! NOT pretty!I respect my readers, my husband and myself enough to not create posts when I am that stretched emotionally and physically! What I CAN say, is things are getting better. Tim is in his chair 12-14 hours a day, weaning off of the valium, and anxioius to go back to work part time next week. He will not be driving for some time yet, however we will go to the hand surgeon on Monday to get a plan for fixing the ligaments in his left wrist. Praying another surgery is not in the future....but if it is, I still know God is in the driver's seat.<br /><br />Our first weeks home were very trying. Still on 60 mg a day of valium, staying confused and disoriented, getting him up twice a day and putting him back to bed...our nights consisted of bed at ten, wake up for meds at 12, turn at 2, alarm at 6, (waking up at least every hour for a channel change), Landon on the bus at 6:30, and repeat on a daily basis. It made the hospital stay seem like a piece of cake...<br /><br />My blog is about the selfless acts of others...and the face of Jesus I see in them. Since it has been a while...here are just a few...<br /><br />After a complete meltdown of exhaustion, anger, frustration, etc.., I was speaking with my best friend from high school unloading one evening. She hung up somewhat abruptly, and called me a couple of hours later to inform me she was leaving the next morning to drive from Louisiana to South Carolina to rescue me! It had been two years since I had seen her. What a glorious sight it was! She cleaned, cooked, massaged my neck, played with Landon and fed Tim on occasion refusing to let me do any work that was unnecessary. It was the greatest gift God could have sent me. I love you, Susan.<br /><br />So many others have pitched in with meals, gift cards, and just coming to hang out with Tim for a few hours so I could get a shower, take a nap or go to the grocery store. I am so incredibly blessed with an amazing church, friends, family and most of all an amazing God for bringing us through this. We have always been "The Perfect Couple." Tim so amazing for what he has overcome, everyone looking at me as if I am glowing because I married him despite his disability....what this has shown us is that we are human. We are vulnerable. We are not to forget that we can do nothing without our mighty savior. We do NOT have cruise control. <br /><br />Our sobering moment came two weeks ago. One of Tim's closest, lifelong friends and college roommate committed suicide one Sunday afternoon, after attending church and lunch with his wife and two daughters, ages 2 and 5. He had called me on a daily basis during the stay in Atlanta, sometimes talking to me for more than an hour, encouraging me beyond belief. Speaking with Tim almost daily, offering him an ear to talk off. Knowing he had struggled with depression, but never expecting that phone call. Last Saturday as Tim spoke at his memorial, we realized that we never know what will be around the next corner. Please pray for Sarah and her two daughters, as well as their entire family. <br /><br />We are enjoying life again. No bitterness, no selfishness, and no blame for the things that have come and gone. Only looking ahead to the time we have been given. <br />RhondaRhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-41193356688968764472010-02-23T08:28:00.002-05:002010-02-23T09:31:34.397-05:00Hittin the Road!!!!Wow...is this day finally here? Suitcases packed around us, staff coming to tell us good bye...some great and wonderful people have been brought into our lives. I have made some long term friends here both staff, patients and families, that I am sure God will utilize in the future. As I sit here writing my blog, our two favorite techs are getting him bathed and dressed....we are all screaming in laughter....they are absolutely killing me. They were with us the day we went to surgery, and are with us on the day we are leaving. How cool.<br /><br />We did have a bit of a scare yesterday with his hand. It got somewhat over manipulated during therapy, so it was twice its normal size and bruising. Not really uncommon stuff for as tight as his hand has been, but we were afraid it was broken. Luckily, many were praying and it turned out to have some torn ligaments. Stabilizing it to give it a rest for a while.<br /><br />Sunday Tim was asked to be the speaker at the chapel service for the hospital. He donned red plaid pajama pants, a Superman ball cap, and a black tshirt that said "Rep the King!" Gospel singers, "Floetry" speaker and Tim led the worship for over an hour, where we were surrounded by patients, volunteers, staff and family of about 50 people that prayed and worshipped together. Some of the patients with airways attached to ventilators, some pushing their own chairs.....everyone who was able stood to applaud Tim after his message on freedom....the beginning of new life. It was 24 years to the day of the day he became paralyzed.<br /><br />We got a pass to leave that evening and went to Benihana's Japanese Steakhouse for dinner...a much needed evening out to say the least...lol. I never imagined Tim going to a nice restraunt in jammies and a ballcap, but is certainly one to put in the memory banks.<br /><br />We are so glad to be headed home. We also know there are some struggles ahead. Driving will be an issue and it will still be many weeks before he can tolerate being up for extended periods like he is accustomed to. Gotta put some weight back on him....wish I had that problem! Please continue to lift us up as we tread on ground we have never had to go before. We are so thankful for the support you have all given us. I will continue the blog and updates every few days. He is up in his chair about 4 hours at a time...sometimes once a day, sometimes twice a day, depending on how well his skin looks after the first time.Rhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-13343973717611336052010-02-18T12:35:00.002-05:002010-02-18T12:54:36.852-05:00Light At the End of The TunnelWell, five days and counting! This week has been filled with much progress. The original "up in chair" date for Monday was postponed until Tuesday. He got up for the first time for thirty minutes and they have added thirty minutes a day since then, so today I believe it might be one and a half hours. He is tolerating being up well....there is usually a huge blood pressure drop that can occur that will cause him to pass out, but that was not the case, so that was a good thing. We have been concerned about upper body strength loss but he said he could brush his teeth and didn't need a nap afterwards! I will be returning to Atlanta on Sunday. He has been asked to preach at chapel that day so I will accompany him to that. There are a lot of restrictions placed on him in that environment so I am anxious to see what he comes up with....I am sure it will be effective no matter what. The plan is to pack up and head home on Tuesday!!! We are very excited that this phase will be over. It did so much good for Landon to see him on Sunday for Valentine's Day. He sang all the way home, "My daddy's gonna be okay...." Pretty funny.<br /><br />After we get home there will still be work to be done. His left hand is still very contracted and it will hinder him from driving for a while. Planning for some thick air in the household as I pull absolute rank on him over that one...lol. Tim does wear the pants in the family....I just put them on him. :) He will be up for short periods during the day and will have to be turned every three hours through the night. At least I will have my bed to sleep in rather than the expand-a-rock at the hospital!<br /><br />I am out of my funk I do believe. Thanks to so many who have called, written, etc as they picked up on my downward spiral last week. I told everyone in the beginning when they asked what they could do to give me a call at week 3....I just know my sanity all too well. Back in the word....prayer coming easily again. Another angel helped me to see I don't need all the answers I am looking for. I just need to trust God. Pretty simple stuff. It's working.<br /><br />Psalm 139:17-18 and 23-24<br /><br />"How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they would be more in number thant the sand; When I awake, I am still with You.<br /><br />Search me, O God, and know my heart, Try me, and know my anxieties; And see if there is any wicked way in me, And lead me in the way everlasting."<br /><br />Great to know He loves me waking and sleeping, when I am anxious, knowing my every thought even though for some reason I think that they will escape Him. Good news....that goes for you as well! <br />Be Contagious For Christ!!!<br />RhondaRhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-1434867075825781972010-02-11T20:27:00.005-05:002010-02-12T06:26:52.170-05:00Far From GodI was shocked this morning. I worked all night and got home to go to bed. Cup of coffee, (yes...before bed..lol. Just don't even try to understand me) brush the teeth..skip washing the face. I settled into my sheets unaware of any noise around me and began to pray...like I always do...just before I went to sleep. And then I panicked. I couldn't pray. I was at a loss for words. Have I ever been unable to pray? To just have a conversation with God? I am not sure I remember a time like that. But this morning...it happened. So out of control. Wanting answers to things I don't have answers for. Sleep came quickly. Without prayer.<br /><br />My phone blew up all day. I have to keep it on in case the school or hospital call, so I am typically disrupted multiple times during the day. It's not hard to fall back to sleep. Each time I was awakened in a fog...as I read random emails and messages that came across my blackberry from FaceBook. As I read each one, I wept. To know that in my weakness I was able to encourage others. For people to tell me how strong I am to even admit this life is a difficult one and put away the fascade that I am not perfect, or unbreakable, or human. God speaking to me through it all. Telling me I do not hear Him because I am not listening. Which is true. A phone call from an amazing man came. I don't typically pick up the phone while I am post-all-nighter, but I did this time even though the number was only somewhat familiar. He told me he needed to see if I was okay. He said he wanted to pray with me over the phone. God sent an angel to me this morning at 11:30. To pray <strong>for</strong> me because I could not find the strength to pray for myself. More messages of encouragement, then cards in the mailbox from the unexpected. God sending me gifts in the mail even when I have stopped seeking Him. Wow. I am being broken.<br /><br />I've realized this has stopped being about Tim and is becoming about me. When my life has become so incredibly preoccupied with the life we must lead, a parent, a caregiver, a wife, a worker, and an encouragement to others.....I don't know where I fit in when it has all taken an abrupt stop. Slowing down....in the way that I have....the break in the routine, per say, has left me questioning what there is beneath the surface of it all. I don't want to be left with nothing if God were to take Tim home. That's where my mind has drifted these last couple of weeks. It's Satan...I know that...but the fact remains those things have surfaced. I have dealt with them on my own. Don't try that at home....very dangerous...lol. <br /><br /><br />Ecclesiastes 8:8-10 (New International Version)<br /><br /> 8 No man has power over the wind to contain it; <br /> so no one has power over the day of his death. <br /> As no one is discharged in time of war, <br /> so wickedness will not release those who practice it. <br /><br /> 9 All this I saw, as I applied my mind to everything done under the sun. There is a time when a man lords it over others to his own hurt. 10 Then too, I saw the wicked buried—those who used to come and go from the holy place and receive praise in the city where they did this. This too is meaningless.<br /><br />Getting my MOJO back I hope. Don't think that your encouragement is not needed or read even though I do not respond. And while I am at it, if you would, help me do what I have been best at doing. If I cannot pray for myself right now, how can I pray for you? I would love to start there. Perhaps by interceding on your behalf I will hear Him loud and clear. And ask yourself a question. What have you done today to make a difference in somebody's life? Someone made an enormous difference in mine this morning. I look forward to seeing what I can do in return for someone else. Challenge yourself today.<br /><br />RhondaRhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-18617001584392286032010-02-11T03:24:00.002-05:002010-02-11T03:44:00.352-05:00Are We There Yet????I've known better than to ask myself that for quite some time now....even after this is all said and done. I've had Bloggers Block for about a week now. I'll explain shortly, but first allow me to update on Tim's progress...or at least what he has been able to form words for over the phone! His staples came out last Friday, and incision has been looking good. They attempted to start stretching him also, so I am assuming that is goin okay as well. So far the plan is for him to get up in his char on Monday the 15th for about 30 minutes, a few times a day. That will increase slowly until he is up for four hours at a time. His left hand had contracted all the way down to his forearm, therefore bought himself a cast last week as well. The good news is that seems to be making a huge difference in his hand. The big news came today when he confired February 23rd circled on the calendar in his room for his date to return home. <br /><br />Yes, we are very excited to know there is somewhat of a light at the end of the tunnel. It will be some time before it gets back to normal around the Evatt home. In and out of bed 2-3 times a day. Turning every three hours throughout the night. It will still be a lot to do at that time, but I will be glad that he is not in another state. <br /><br />It has been a rough couple of weeks for me. I suppose that is why I have been reluctant to post anything for fear of the negativity showing through me. For all of those who support us right now I cannot bear to do that here....even though I know everyone knows I am only human. The sedation he has been on for so long now has had its effects on our conversations and I have been mucho sleep deprived from working nights. I have also not been spending time in God's word like I am accustomed to doing. All the while during a time that I needed Him the most I have found myself spending less and less time with Him in studying and in prayer. It's been hard to admit that. It's been even harder to realize it was happening. I know that I have a gift for inspiring others.....I don't always possess the same gift for inspiring myself. <br /><br />I'm working on it, friends. That is all I can say. I am grateful for the friends that have been and will continue to carry me and us through this. Workin on finding a strength I have not had to ever have before. I know I am not the only one. <br /><br />No scriptures....no cute and hilarious stories. Just keeping things real here tonight. Thanks for your prayers. I'm sure I will have plenty to talk about after Landon and I spend Valentines Day in Atlanta! Might even youtube some of that one...lol.<br /><br />God Bless You <br />RhondaRhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-57375469776398742862010-02-03T09:59:00.002-05:002010-02-03T12:39:48.391-05:00Boot StrapsA few weeks ago...before all of this got so bad, Tim asked me one night as we were talking about the cool "80's" what brand of tennis shoes I wore. I think it was a question on one of those facebook quizzes or something. Kaepa's, Reebok's, Chuck Taylors...I just laughed as I thought about it. I told him I didn't wear tennis shoes in high school...I wore boots every day. Justin Ropers to be exact....the ONLY real boots. The other night, after an absolutely crazy amazing 6pm worship service, and date night with the kids before I headed to Atlanta again for a few days, I realized that while everyone was holding me, loving me, lifting me up at church that night that when anyone would ask how I was doing, I would tell them without even thinking about it, that I was pulling up my bootstraps and walkin through. That night as I laid in bed it hit me....<br />...boots are awesome. Tennis shoes keep coming untied, the water seeps through them in the rain and you cannot wear them if they get all muddy. They have to be replaced often cause they don't look good anymore. Boots last forever. They are durable, they can trudge though any terrain and provide protection from the thorns, snakes, mud. The more you wear them the more comfortable they are. Their character comes with age. It suddenly occurred to me why I was subconsciously saying that. My God is protecting me, keeping me safe as I travel, blessing me with the embrace of great friends and family, providing for us while we go through this. <br /><br />It's been a good few days in Atlanta. We have actually just rested a lot and that is something we both needed. Incision looks great...I think on Friday they will take the staples out. If it does okay then the stretching will begin slowly. He still has one of the drains in, antibiotics through the central line...and we were very excited (and proud of him) that he has gained about 10 pounds back! Yes, some of that might be fluid, but he is definitely eating well and steadily throughout the day...and we make him drink Ensure....which is hysterical...<br /><br />I head back home tonight. This will be a hard stretch for us because I am working more. I will bring Landon up on Valentines Day, then will come for another four day stretch the following weekend. 10 days this time. I am gonna wear my boots :).<br /><br />This week I have had two opportunities to reconcile broken relationships from my past. Tough conversations. And total forgiveness. I had brought myself to believe over the years that I had let go of everything in my past that was holding me down emotionally. Guilt, sadness, regret. I am so glad God gave me the opportunity to make these relationships right. They are two completely different types of situations. Both very valuable parts of my life. Thank you to both of them.<br /><br />2Corinthians 5:18-19 <br />"All this is from God, who reconciled us to himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation: that God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ, not counting men's sins against them.And he has committed to us the message of reconciliation."<br /><br />Let us reconcile our differences among us. The peace is amazing. God has committed us to do it. <br />Be Contagious For Christ!<br />RhondaRhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-12027190203509739212010-01-29T15:09:00.002-05:002010-01-29T15:25:12.114-05:00One Week Down...First of all, thanks to so many who have let me know that they are reading this. I appreciate all of the comments that you leave, and I read them all to Tim. He loves hearing the feedback and encouragement. <br /><br />I had my complete breakdown on Tuesday evening just before the basketball game. I had reached exhaustion point and found myself doing things like moving the chair out of the way so Tim could get to the computer, picking up shoes so he wouldn't run over them, expecting him home at 6....let's just say my mind got the best of me and it took off with ALLLLLL KINDS of crazy thoughts.(It does not help that medically I know entirely too much for my own good in these situations) I officially had my first ever anxiety attack. All I could think of was what my life would be like without him ever coming home. An emptiness set in and all I could do was cry. Thankfully, my mommy was here to coach me through it, Cierra picked up on it IMMEDIATELY and staggered to get Landon ready for his game, and I choked back the tears as everyone asked about him while we were at the gym. Coma cannot describe the sleep I had, even though I could have used more!<br /><br />I have gotten absolutely brutalized at work for the last two days. The hospital is so busy and I slept until 10:30 this morning. Landon is home sick as well, but is doing fine...he's been such a little man, as well as Cierra being so supportive. My mom has kept everything moving along nicely as usual.<br /><br />Tim's brother drove his parents to spend the day yesterday. From what they said he was a little loopy and losing track of the days. His wound hasn't had any complications that I am aware of and at this point we are just letting things heal up before they try stretching him. I routinely get my phonecall between 9 and 9:30. That is a happy time for me. I will be headed back on Monday and will be home again on Thursday morning. <br /><br />So many thanks to all of you for gifts, encouragement, prayers and hugs. We appreciate you so much. Blessings to you all....<br />RhondaRhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-44521055643987037542010-01-25T19:04:00.005-05:002010-01-25T23:18:57.330-05:00Headin HomeIt's a little surreal packing up my suitcase tonight to leave in the morning. It's a hard place to be in...knowing Landon and Cierra need me at home....I need to work some, take care of some business, spend time with the family, etc...and of course I am torn being gone from here at least until he is in his chair again some in a few weeks. The bigger part of me knows every day this week there will be someone here and that brings me so much peace. This initial week it has been essential and I am grateful I could have the time with him. My plans are to go home tomorrow and come back possibly Sunday evening. I have no idea about after that. <br /><br />Today the fatigue caught up to both us us! There was an awesome family brunch in the family room where I got to meet several other family members. It's sad to say that Anderson and Spartanburg are well represented at Shepherd!!! We had a sweet friend from Greenville stop by and spend some time with us today and before we left Tim got the nurse, the xray tech and the rest of us so Odie could pray for him. After that we sacked out for the whole afternoon! And IT FELT GOOOOOD! <br /><br />This evening I went for a cup of coffee here on the floor and began talking to a woman who seemed to have a happy heart similar to how I perceive my own. We began talking about why we were here...each with our husbands...each for a skin flap. You could tell this wasn't her first rodeo either. I began to tell her that I had written a book, when mid-sentence she jumped up and down in the 3 x 4 room with soooooo much excitement saying, "YOU'RE THE BOOK GIRL!!!!!" Caught a little off-guard, I followed her to her husband's room...very nice man....she showed me the bookmark on her computer with my name on it linking her to articles and the book order site. It was hilarious to be a celebrity for a brief moment in time. Even if I did look like hell. I'm bringing her a book when I return.<br /><br />With the worst of our fears behind us thus far...it brings to light a specific verse that was planted in me today. <br />Ecc7:8-9<br />The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride. Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit, for anger resides in the laps of fools.<br /><br />For certain the end of this journey will be better than the beginning...even if nothing else happened and it was completely uneventful. We cannot be angry in our circumstances. We have family, friends, each other, an amazing church, great doctors, and above all a sovereign and mighty God. Will your end be better than your beginning? How will you make that so?<br /><br />Be Contagious For Christ...<br />RhondaRhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-17467055513055929112010-01-24T16:42:00.002-05:002010-01-24T17:21:47.068-05:00God's Ultimate Plan-Whether You Like it...or NotToday has been a day of God's ultimate plan for us to continue to be revealed. The reasons we are here unfold over and over again. Before I get to that, I began to use this blog long before all of this ever started to bring hope to others through Jesus Christ and the random acts of kindness that go untold on a regular basis. The support system we have is too long to list at this point, but the amazing friends and family we have has left us thankful and humbled. From the nurse's aide named John that went down and bought me coffee on Friday to our friends Heather and Terri who are keeping Landon so occupied he doesn't get quite as homesick for us! Many cards and gifts keep coming, and we cannot thank all of you enough.<br /><br />Today....I wanted pizza. Not just any pizza. Domino's has flooded the television market with it's new and improved pizza every five minutes, so I HAD to try it out. The delivery guy called and asked if I could come to the security desk five floors down to meet him. I was a little miffed and was contemplating asking him to tip ME, but decided to tip him well instead. On the elevator I met a woman whose husband is a new C-6 quad (Tim is C-5) and by the time we hit the ground floor I was able to encourage her and help her begin coping with their situation. Hold that thought...<br /><br />Several weeks ago in Anderson, a teenager at Hannah High had an unexpected stroke. It did some serious damage. Tim was on pastoral care staff for the weekend and went to the hospital to speak to his mother who was completely, of course, distraught. We knew they were transferred here to Shepherd several weeks ago, but I had been unable to locate them up to this point. As I stood in the hallway speaking to the woman I met in the elevator, another woman that obviously knew her came up and they began talking. A strange feeling swept over me. And before I even knew what hit me, I asked her if she was from Anderson. Her face froze as she answered, "yes," and I fought back tears as I said,"I've been trying to find you." I told her I was Tim Evatt's wife, and she wept...right there in the hallway. I explained why we were here and we had been trying to find out about her son and meet up with her. Boldness came over her as she explained to the other woman what an amazing man Tim is...and that you don't even see that wheelchair. I looked at her and said..."God has brought you from a level of brokenness to encouraging and lifting up others around you." She cried again and said, "I never imagined being able to do that. Even before this happened." <br />We are planning on all three meeting daily for encouragement.<br /><br />Lastnight I also met a man whose son was struck by a bullet and paralyzed from the waist down. I brought him to our room where we all held hands and prayed with him. <br /><br />We also received some interesting news yesterday. It's been a mystery to all how we ended up on the OR schedule for Thursday. None of the doctors knew why, so we decided God had that one worked out too. We were originally set for Friday. One of the nurses told us that there were two or three skin surgeries scheduled for Friday and when they got them to the OR they were told their surgery could not be done, and they would have to come back in a couple of weeks. Tim was the last skin surgery that was done. I know. You are as speechless as we were. This gets crazier by the day. The chaplain came in today and spoke to Tim. He will be wheeled down IN HIS BED in two weeks to preach on Sunday to all of the patients and their families FROM HIS BED!!! Like I said....this gets crazier by the day!!!!<br /><br />Acts 4:29-31 says, "Now, Lord, consider their threats and enable your servants to speak your word with great boldness. Stretch out your hand to heal and perform miraculous signs and wonders through the name of your holy servant Jesus. After they prayed, the place where they were meeting was shaken. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and spoke the word of God boldly."<br /><br />Good Night, and God Bless...<br />RhondaRhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-36139963225614133662010-01-22T21:44:00.002-05:002010-01-22T22:12:50.984-05:00Rollercoaster: Day 3I entitled these blog posts "RollerCoaster" because that's how it felt to me. Low's because of constantly deteriorating problems and feeling like nobody was listening to me, and high's to watch how God has worked throughout all of this. The thing about this particular roller coaster is....just when the ride is supposed to over...it passes the station and keeps on going all over again! Today it slowed down enough to let me off for the time being. This has been going on for months and I am finally at a place of positive thinking again instead of anger and fear. <br /><br />Yesterday when people I would run into here at the hospital would ask how the surgery went, I would reply with hesitation.."He had to have the full skin flap." After about the fourth reply of excitement, I had to ask-"WHY IS EVERYONE SO FLIPPIN HAPPY ABOUT THIS!?!!?" I was distraught, angry and although very thankful, still very worried and confused. It was then explained to me this morning that he was having this skin flap no matter what. I missed that memo. Worst case scenerio is they wouldn't have enough muscle and tissue to close it, so it would have to be left open and taken back in in a few weeks-that quite clearly would spell D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R from an infection standpoint. Best case scenerio is they did the flap and were able to close it on the first go around, which is what happened yesterday. God just cracks me up sometimes. I don't ever lose faith...not ever...I'm tough enough to make it through, sometimes I am just impatient for what His purpose is. After the news...I had the best two hours of sleep I have had in weeks!<br /><br />Psalm 41:1-3 "Blessed is he who has regard for the weak; the Lord delivers him in times of trouble. The Lord will protect him in the land and not surrender him to the desire of his foes. The Lord will sustain him on his sickbed and restore him from his bed of illness.<br /><br />Let the restoring begin. It has been a good day.<br />RhondaRhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-89911173466168551502010-01-21T19:22:00.002-05:002010-01-21T19:46:23.708-05:00Roller Coaster: Day TwoIsn't it funny when you BEG God for something and you get just the opposite? Tim was wheeled into the OR doors this morning an hour earlier than expected....it was a jovial time for all as his nurses roared with laughter when he yelled, "It's NEKID TIME!!" The doors closed and there I was....alone in the hallway..not even knowing which direction to go in...and....no coffee.<br /><br />I walked around for a while, just talking to God. Even though I asked Him for a simple surgery....and pleaded with Him for no skin flap....the little voice inside of me told me that just would not be the case. I have known that for a few weeks. But then I had to hear the words the come out of the surgeon's mouth five hours later. I had to remind myself to breathe.<br /><br />Panic set in....as everything he said to me became a blur. Blah, blah, blah...at least 6 more weeks, maybe 8 in the hospital....blah, blah, blah...I am happy with the results. I did't know what was worse...hearing it for myself...knowing I had to tell him...or having to tell his mother. None of the above turned out to be easy. <br /><br />The rest of this is not for the sensitive...people want details...so here they are. Don't say I didn't warn you. The bone that is the ischium was very pointed from a surgery in 92. The wound was in the right groin area. Throughout the course of this the sharpness of the bone has basically mutilated all of the good tissue...so there was really nothing to work with. Solution: Skin Flap. An incision that looks like a "V" from the front to the back of his right inner thigh. (now you see why we weren't excited) it's about 8 inches long on each side. The bone was shaved down and an area as described to me about the size of the Dr.'s fist was completely necrotic (dead/infected) and that just had to go. Muscle and skin from the surrounding area of the thigh was pulled in and grafted....and POOF>>> there ya have it.<br />Very long healing process....no chair for many weeks....but the great news.....he can't feel anything so he's channel surfing with the sip and puff remote. We will have a central line put in in the next couple of days to give some high powered antibiotics for several weeks. He is eating and drinking great with no complaints. <br /><br />So, I guess God knew all along what he needed. Funny how that works. It's been a rough ride for the past few months trying to prevent this....but now it is fixed...and let the healing begin. We so appreciate everyone's generosity, prayers, support, etc. We have a long road ahead of us...but we will be fine on the other side of this journey. Please pray for quick and thorough healing, as well as our family while we make it through this. Giving God the glory...because we know we are blessed to be in such an amazing place, and that He has been steering this boat the whole time. I have been able to meet some wives of spinal cord injuries and encourage them....and Tim just shines to whoever comes in the room! The worst is over...I will post on the days I am here to keep everyone up to date. While I am praying...how can I pray for you?<br />RhondaRhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953790568358980581.post-73659748010158223452010-01-20T21:20:00.000-05:002010-01-20T21:44:20.087-05:00Roller Coaster: Day OneIt was a huge blessing to us yesterday late afternoon when we got the call to be here a day early! A whirlwind of emotions flooded us all as we threw everything together and made it here 30 minutes earlier than we need to. Excellent attention and sertvice-as expected-as we were flooded with doctors, nurses, PT, etc...it wasn't long before we knew full well why God intervened. The surgeon and Tim go way back...they are constantly teasing each other and dogging one another out. It caught us both off gaurd when we saw his face change and the tome of his voice along with it after seeing the deterioration of this wound in just 9 days. What was supposed to be a fairly sinple debridement and muscle graft has gone another direction-we won't know the extent untill he actually gets him into surgery in the morning. I know Tim will be okay...its just seeing him so vulnerable and scared. Its seeing his face as he was transferred to his bed knowing he wouldn't be up for several MORE weeks. It's the way I love my husband and hurt for him. The way his family saw him multiple times over the years. A big day tomorrow...he is sleeping soundly and flirting with all of the nurses everytime they come in. Thanks for the prayers...I'll update after I hear something tomorrow. We have a mighty God....Rhonda Evatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862260785042199989noreply@blogger.com0