When I was nine, doctors told my parents not to expect me to live beyond the year.
When I was twenty-one, my doctor told me I should not have children.
Today I have two man-boys in college.
When I was twenty-eight and giving birth to my first baby boy, an X-ray tech came up to my room to meet me, and said (sort of enthusiastically) that my lungs "look like an old, old man dying of severe emphysema."
I said "Ta-Da!"
A few years back, a doctor (not mine) saw an X-ray of my lungs and said, "Holy sh#@"
I beamed and said, "I know."
Years ago multiple doctors told me a lung transplant was in my future.
In 2015 I was doing this:
Although my health has gone downhill a bit; and presently, I can no longer do that one handed-handstands nor create the BIG paintings that I love to paint- I am working to do something about it.
I recently started using oxygen
and one of the biggest surprises of all, is that now, with oxygen, I can do mini-workouts.
So I am working...
Working to build up the stamina to do those large paintings again;
working to Glorify God with every breath I have;
working to maybe, just maybe, nail that handstand again.
"When I stand before God at the end of my life, I hope that I don't have a single bit of talent left, and say, I used everything you gave me."
To Him who is able to do far more abundantly than all we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to Him be glory in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever.