Hi Malkah,
Sounds like an awful predicament to find yourself in. I don't see how anyone could come to terms with it if physically drained, never mind mentally. I hope you get as much rest as you can, get that abcess removed, and then be very careful how you approach the matter. It sounds very dangerous to me. People need to learn about Christ, but in this case, it might be best if this young man was pointed towards someone else. If he is genuinely interested, he will go. If his real interest is in you, please be very careful.
Regards,
Brendan.
Hi Malkah,
Sounds like an awful predicament to find yourself in. I don't see how anyone could come to terms with it if physically drained, never mind mentally. I hope you get as much rest as you can, get that abcess removed, and then be very careful how you approach the matter. It sounds very dangerous to me. People need to learn about Christ, but in this case, it might be best if this young man was pointed towards someone else. If he is genuinely interested, he will go. If his real interest is in you, please be very careful.
Regards,
Brendan.
He wants to talk to me because we're both from Israel and I think he's having difficulty fitting in with the other students. I get the idea he's running away from his dad. I'm obviously not going to tell him that I know his dad or what he did, but he now thinks I don't want to talk to him because he's moslem. At least, I hope that's what's going on. I don't think I'm very interesting to him, a very plain thirty-something housewife and mum.
Yes, I've pointed him towards a couple of good pastors I know. My big fear is that he'll mention my name to his Dad at some point, that's what keeps me awake at night.
Anyway, I've resigned from my job. Me and hubby are looking at moving house so this just helps me make my mind up to go sooner rather than later.
Still have high temp, but since I stuck a needle through the lump and drained it a bit I feel better. Just feel very weak and keep falling asleep - which has wrecked my training but never mind. Just makes me feel a bit useless. I just don't do illness. The last time I had any medication was after my c-section. In fact, I can count the times I've ever had any medication on one hand. The last time I had antibiotics was when I trapped my thumb in the door when I was seven. Hate the things.
Ah well, still sorry to moan. Feel a right misery-guts at the moment.
Dear Malkah,
The absess ought to be removed surgically. The poison released. I had one and, like you, in pain -couldn't lift my arm, no sleep, - until it had been removed.
I find it hard to believe in coincidences, especially one like you are undergoing. Seems as though these are redemptive issues.
Prayers for you sis, for your spiritual well being and your return to physical good health.
Tessa:heartbeat:
I did a sort of DIY job on it last night with a big needle. I had to burst it just to ease the pressure. I'm now hoping it doesn't get worse, it certainly feels better now.
As for the rest, I'm burying my head in the sand because I can't find a solution and I don't want to think about any of it.
Dear Malkah,
I've done DIY jobs like that. If the needle is absolutely sterile and you gauge the depth right, it's surprising how successful you can be at self-doctoring. You already know to watch for redness and inflammation at the site. Epsom salts soaks are good too.
As for the rest, I think you have the outline of the work ahead. Only you can determine the best time and way to do it. Try not to think of it as burying your head in the sand but rather that it is "incubating".
I'm praying that the whole matter will eventually resolve. Perhaps with you doing nothing but waiting for that calm, quiet voice of God.
Take care, sis,:hug:
Rez
(edited to include: After reading your latest post I want to emphasize that any "work" you may want to do on the issue in the future does not have to include the young fellow. It is an internal thing. You are the one to focus on -- your own healing. You'll know when the time comes. :heartbeat:)
In 1997 I had septicemia and would be dead now if I had not taken massive doses of antibiotics.
In 1997 I had septicemia and would be dead now if I had not taken massive doses of antibiotics.
:giverose:There's definately a time to be grateful that such medicines exist. I don't like taking them, but I think they're doing their job, there's much less pain now than there was.
I don't use doctors/hospitals/medicine a lot, but every time I have, I've been very grateful. I know a Christian Scientist who would never touch any form of medical intervention. It's one thing to be careful about what you put in your body, its quite another to believe that all modern medicine is bad.
I say God bless all those in the medical profession who continue to seek to ease suffering.:heartbeat:
Just so you know, all is now well in Malkahland (take junction 10 from the M6 and it's signposted....:funnyface:)
It was pretty freaky for a while. Mahmud's father turned up to drag his son back home and tear a strip off the college for letting his son harbour non-islamic thoughts. I'd been off two weeks with that rotten infection (I'm fine now, although I notice a certain tirednress still when I'm running and had to pull out of a half-mara and a marathon:rant::rant:)
so I didn't know what was happening at work - its not like I'd told anyone.
So I came face-to-face with him for the first time in nearly twenty-one years.
I thought I was going to scream or faint. But it was so wierd. He looked so unsure and small and uncomfortable. You know how people say "I thought you'd be bigger" when they meet someone they're supposed to respect and fear, well, he really did seem so much smaller than I remember. He left without even saying what he'd come to say.
I now hear he's gone back home. His son has finished his course with me and is going on to do a B.A.hons at Warwick. He says his dad has stopped threatening him completely and is willing to let him stay in England. He says he feels safe enough to carry on finding out about Jesus and is going to go to church in Warwick. He has no idea what happened or why his dad has backed off, and I have no intention of saying a word about any of it. No son needs to know things like that about his father.
Its very odd. I still don't know exactly what happened, but what I do know is that I always feared that, though I said I had completely forgiven Mahmud, that, if I was ever tried, that forgivness would be found wanting, that it was wishful thinking and not proper forgiveness.
But when I faced him again I knew Jesus had done a major work on my heart and I told him so. I feel no anger, just sworrow that his religion helped to make him into a rapist. I want to see him free and forgiven in Jesus so he can leave that episode behind like I have. Despite everything he said that day about it being "his right" and that I deserved it, I think its haunted him more than me.
Anyway, just thought I'd tell you that it feels like I can finally close a door on a part of my life that I never thought would be completely finished with.
XXXXXXX
Hi Malkah,
Thank you for updating us.
It is very faith building when apparently insurmountable mountains are removed from one's life, just as one thinks disaster is imminent.
My you and yours now enjoy a time of peace and good health.
God bless
Derek
Just so you know, all is now well in Malkahland (take junction 10 from the M6 and it's signposted....:funnyface:)
It was pretty freaky for a while. Mahmud's father turned up to drag his son back home and tear a strip off the college for letting his son harbour non-islamic thoughts. I'd been off two weeks with that rotten infection (I'm fine now, although I notice a certain tirednress still when I'm running and had to pull out of a half-mara and a marathon:rant::rant:)
so I didn't know what was happening at work - its not like I'd told anyone.
So I came face-to-face with him for the first time in nearly twenty-one years.
I thought I was going to scream or faint. But it was so wierd. He looked so unsure and small and uncomfortable. You know how people say "I thought you'd be bigger" when they meet someone they're supposed to respect and fear, well, he really did seem so much smaller than I remember. He left without even saying what he'd come to say.
I now hear he's gone back home. His son has finished his course with me and is going on to do a B.A.hons at Warwick. He says his dad has stopped threatening him completely and is willing to let him stay in England. He says he feels safe enough to carry on finding out about Jesus and is going to go to church in Warwick. He has no idea what happened or why his dad has backed off, and I have no intention of saying a word about any of it. No son needs to know things like that about his father.
Its very odd. I still don't know exactly what happened, but what I do know is that I always feared that, though I said I had completely forgiven Mahmud, that, if I was ever tried, that forgivness would be found wanting, that it was wishful thinking and not proper forgiveness.
But when I faced him again I knew Jesus had done a major work on my heart and I told him so. I feel no anger, just sworrow that his religion helped to make him into a rapist. I want to see him free and forgiven in Jesus so he can leave that episode behind like I have. Despite everything he said that day about it being "his right" and that I deserved it, I think its haunted him more than me.
Anyway, just thought I'd tell you that it feels like I can finally close a door on a part of my life that I never thought would be completely finished with.
XXXXXXX
you are brave malkah---and very strong. A true shiny and sparkling gem of a person :heartbeat: and without a doubt muchly belssed by God :heartbeat: ..it is and has been such an honor to count you as a friend :hug:
Wow, Malkah sweetie! That he shrank in size says it all. :thumbsup:
I have an uncle who used to fill a doorway (I won't go into what he did to my brothers and me). He was an expert at mind manipulation and just a look from him at family gatherings was enough to inject us with fear. It said: You won't tell, will you.:yeahright: :fear:
At a family event about ten years ago I walked over to him, reached up and patted him on the cheek as I greeted him. This 6'4" man had lost at least a foot in stature for me. He was just a pathetic, sick, old dirty uncle and I had my power back.
So...WAY TO GO!:cheer::cheer::cheer: You're free!
love,:love:
mum
PS...You're bang-on about the perps being haunted by their misdeeds -- if they have an ounce of decency in them.
Thanks mum:cheekkiss:
Its funny, I always saw him as being so much bigger than me, but in reality, he's only about 5ft8" so he's about quarter-of-an-inch taller than me. He couldn't meet my eye.
For twenty-one years I've dreaded a face-to-face meeting, and now its done it was one of the most powerful moments of my life. I am
not the skinny, scared little Jewish girl I was. Hubby told me the first time he met me I looked like a valkayrie warrior woman - I
think that was a complement, I assume he means in physical appearance rather than collecting souls of fallen heroes......but you never know with him......:funnyface:
But thank you everyone who prayed. :giverose::giverose: love you all.
Wow, Malkah sweetie! That he shrank in size says it all. :thumbsup:
I have an uncle who used to fill a doorway (I won't go into what he did to my brothers and me). He was an expert at mind manipulation and just a look from him at family gatherings was enough to inject us with fear. It said: You won't tell, will you.:yeahright: :fear:
At a family event about ten years ago I walked over to him, reached up and patted him on the cheek as I greeted him. This 6'4" man had lost at least a foot in stature for me. He was just a pathetic, sick, old dirty uncle and I had my power back.
So...WAY TO GO!:cheer::cheer::cheer: You're free!
love,:love:
mum
PS...You're bang-on about the perps being haunted by their misdeeds -- if they have an ounce of decency in them.
Just shoving my wife off the computer - time she made me a cup of tea.
In all seriousness, I want to say thanks to all of you who supported Mal through this. All I ever wanted to do was go and beat the living daylights out of him, but, in the end, she didn't need me to do that...grumble...mumble. :fightingmad::fightingmad:
(what's the point in having a bird if she can fight her own battles?)
Actually Mal, I said you looked like a valkyrie crossed with an amazonian - scary woman. Never fancied strong looking blondes til I met you. Xena Warrior princess eat your heart out.
Did I just read that right? Have I just aquired a new mother-in-law? Flipping great. One's enough.
love you.
Binyamin.
Hey malkah and malkah's ofther have!
Glad things are looking up for you dear sis ... :giverose::cheer:
Life is sure for of surprises, :shocked: twists, :huh: bends, :)hills :redface: and dips :thinking: isn't it ... :whistle::siskiss:
And isn't it our friends, family and father and son that helps us make it through!! :friends::grouphug::heartbeat:
So glad you are still with us ya know ... :rose::hug: and hope it remains so!!:thumbup:
Love to you BOTH ... your friend and sis ... BR :sheepy: :bouncyhearts:
Did I just read that right? Have I just aquired a new mother-in-law? Flipping great. One's enough.
love you.
Binyamin.
Oh, I'm easy to deal with, just log out. But I hope you don't...hehehe.:P
love ya back!:hug:
:friends: Malkah, I'm so proud of you - and proud to know you too! You're a living example of how real forgiveness and love are stronger than fear or hate - it's just amazing to see it happen and I love it! I'm so happy for you - oh, and also so happy you have Binyamin at your side - he sounds like a funny guy, fiercely loyal and protective - a good man!
I love you dearly, sis. :cheekkiss:
:love: