In this blog post series, I’m going to name names and point fingers. Most of the pointing is towards myself, but just as a heads up have an open mind when reading the posts within this series. If something triggers you, I challenge you to keep reading, it could be a mirror being held to something you need to see from a different perspective. This is not a step-by-step how to series, this is the overall picture of what happened. I’m not a doctor, I make no claims of being able to cure anything that you have been diagnosed with, I’m sharing what I did to feel better. I’m going to tell you a story, and you’ll just have to take my word for it because I have no reason to tell anything but my truth.
From the Beginning.
I have never been a person that can just throw any food down the hatch and forget about it. I have what you could call a sensitive stomach, and it comes with good reason. I spent 30+ years exposed to mold in the home, ate copious amounts of sugar and factory processed foods, took a dose of antibiotics for every ailment, and topped it all off with an intense antibiotic treatment for a wound infection that hospitalized me. That experience was one of the most stressful lessons of my life. I felt like everything within my body was falling apart.
I used to take antibiotics freely, but there are repercussions to being carefree with them.  Even though it requires doctor recommendation and prescription to have access to these antibiotics, I take full credit for the condition that my health had become. With the exception of childhood, I had been of an age able to question what I was putting into my body long enough to make a difference.
Despite having this ability, not once did I stop to think about how I could support and strengthen my immune system. Nor did I focus on how to feed my body nourishing foods. The immune system seemed like a pre-programmed code that I had no responsibility for or opportunity to affect in any way. My daily lifestyle choices and gradual health decline did not register in my mind as a cause and effect relationship. They were independent of each other. At least I wanted to believe they were.
I Just Wanted to be Skinny.
Beginning in my early teenage years, the focus of my food choices and lifestyle habits were based upon one goal, being skinny and fitting into a specific jean size. Never did I question the long-term harmful effects of my decision to limit daily food intake to one can of soda and two rice cakes. I felt it appropriate to treat facial acne with oral and antibiotic creams. I didn’t realize the excessive refined sugar I ate was linked with tooth sensitivity so severe that I couldn’t tolerate air passing through my mouth; that is until I stopped eating sugar and magically my teeth stopped hurting.
In my teenage and early adult years I had reoccurring bladder infections. It didn’t alarm me as a potential threat to my genetic health to treat reoccurring bladder infections with antibiotics. So long as the infection went away, I considered that treatment a success. Click to read the FDA warning about fluoroquinolone antibiotic medications, commonly used for treating bladder infections, causing disabling and potentially permanent serious side effects with tendons, muscles, joints, nerves, and central nervous system. 
At the risk of embarrassing myself, I did not understand that if I only drank soda, sweet tea, sports drinks, coffee, packaged fruit juice, pasteurized milk, and never water, that behavior could lead to chronic bladder infections. When given medication to treat these infections, why did no one ever say, “What do you drink each day?”. Followed with offering guidance when the answer was given? The only thought I had concerning my food choices were, “Will I get fat eating this food?” without considering their nutritional benefit towards my quality of health.
Experience Based Passion.
This is where my passion for creating the Curing Vision website comes from. If you don’t know what questions to ask, then how do you know what you don’t know? Sometimes certain thoughts just never come to a person, and I err on the side of caution that it is better to share than assume. All of my past lifestyle choices may not have been the best to support a balanced quality of health; however I have come to a place of appreciation for not knowing then what I do now because those were God-given experiences to help my spirit grow. They’re in a category of past mistakes that make me feel silly, but the lessons learned make it worth the embarrassment.
My belief in this comes from the idea that God keeps us from knowing something until we are in a place of accepting a new truth. It reminds me of scripture that removed my guilt for not following Jesus earlier in life. “No one can come to me unless he is drawn by the Father who sent me, and I will raise him up at the last day.” -John 6:44 New Jerusalem Bible
Think of how bonding a conversation was when a person told you a very simple idea that you hadn’t thought of until that moment. I believe these are moments created to form a bond and hopefully come closer in our relationship to God through each other. It is my prayer that the words I type help another person hear God’s message to them with a bit more clarity.
Everything that I now know about health and wellness is a result of my humble admittance to not knowing anything and asking God to show me the way. I allow Him to guide me because my human limitations are too restrictive to explore everything. I don’t know everything there is to know about health, nor will I ever know everything, but I do know exactly what God needs me to know when I need it. I feel prepared because He will give the tools to me that are needed.
I didn’t realize how my poor health complaints were a result of my own doing, to me it was genetic’s fault. I finally reached a point of exhausting every opportunity that I could financially afford with doctor visits and tests; only to be left empty handed. Feeling lost and confused more than I was when I began, I had no where else to turn but to God. He clearly spoke to me that the answers I sought were with Him and would be revealed over time through prayer, obedience, and patience.
What Does Obedience Truly Mean?
Before my lifestyle change, when I would see the word obedience, the first thought that came to mind is a puppy being trained to not pee on the carpet. Or worse, a person using their physical strength over another to force them into submitting. I now know that these definitions are my misunderstanding for the word obedience in reference to God. That misunderstanding was why I wrinkled my nose at obedience to God for so many years.
According to the online Oxford dictionary obedience is defined:
1. Compliance with an order, request, or law or submission to another’s authority.
1.1 Observance of a monastic rule.
The first part of this definition is how I define obedience to God, “compliance with an order.”
Obedience to God is not blindly following a set of rules that you must obey or else all doom will fall upon you. Nor is it listening to a totalitarian leader that only desires everyone bow in submission for his great rule and dominion. Obedience to God is allowing Him to guide you through life because He has a better understanding of what your true desires are and how to order your life decisions so that love and happiness can flourish. When we allow God to guide us and the end result leaves us speechless, that is because of how well God truly knew what you needed. God knows us best.
Listening for Your Order.
There is an order to how the world flows, from the microbiome, the spacial pattern in forest formation, randomly seeing your high school friend at the store, or simply allowing that gut feeling stop you from making a mistake. The events that we experience have an order. Many of them wouldn’t happen if we made a slightly different choice similar to Crystal Phillips’ choice to change her MS treatment plan of the Branch Out Foundation. Had she accepted the treatment plan suggested to her, she would possibly be in a wheel chair and the Branch Out Foundation would have never been formed.
Why Does it Matter to Stay in Balance?
Balance with God is the obedience that I learned how to follow when I finally accepted that I knew nothing of how to take care of my body. I had been diagnosed with four autoimmune diseases, and would have a few good days per month if I was lucky. I was in a place of feeling emotionally and spiritually lost with no where to turn to for answers except with prayer.
This emptiness was because I had not been allowing that inner voice to guide my choices. I would feel pulled to not do something, but my stubborn human desires would push away from where I knew I needed to go.
“Let me put it like this; if you are guided by the Spirit you will be in no danger of yielding to self-indulgence, since self-indulgence is the opposite of the Spirit, the Spirit is totally against such a thing, and it is precisely because the two are so opposed that you do not always carry out your good intentions.”
– The Jerusalem Bible, Galatians 5:16-17
By letting go and accepting God’s love for me, I learned that the Spirit can guide us in every decision bringing our souls to a place of peace. This freeing truth at times made me feel like I was cheating life, my feeling of loss and fear no longer ruled my decisions. The health progress that I had dreamed of and desperately felt would never become mine flowed into my hands easier than I could accept it. I had unwanted symptoms associated with the autoimmune diseases I was diagnosed with leave, and it wasn’t until they left that I even noticed them because that pain had become such a part of my being. As my vision for life began improving, so did my actual vision health.
I had accepted that needing glasses to see clearly was my truth, until God began showing me a new truth. As I began curing my vision of what a true quality of health means, I also began improving my actual vision. The excitement of this inspired the development of the Curing Vision website. God gave me the gift of knowing how to improve my health, something that no other person had been able to guide me in doing, it is now my responsibility to give Him the gift of sharing with others how to find theirs.
…to be continued… A Few Close Calls: the life experiences that destroyed me.