HOLDFAST

I believe God has a plan for each one of us. I believe He wants us to submit our will to His and allow Him to reign as the Lord of our lives. He wants us to live everyday knowing Him, loving Him and trusting Him.  He has a way of speaking to us and getting our attention. Sometimes He moves rocks and sometimes He moves mountains. Sometimes He speaks softly and sometimes He speaks through a megaphone held tight to our ears. Sometimes God gives us a glimpse of His power and sometimes He parts the seas. Sometimes He knocks us off a chair to get our attention and sometimes he knocks our feet out from under us and knocks us in (or on) the head. I also know that when God moves a mountain, speaks with a megaphone, parts the seas, knocks me off my feet and hits me on the head, I better buckle myself down and hold on.

When a friend called me at the last minute with a free ticket to hear Beth Moore in Charlotte on July 22nd and 23rd, it was an offer too good to pass up. Deep down I knew it was more than just a good offer. I recognize when God has arranged something much bigger than you or I can arrange. He knows my future, so He knows what I need before I know I need it. I knew God’s hand was all over this. This was His appointment, and I was probably going to need to buckle my seatbelt again, and I might even need a helmet.

I was in an odd place in the spring and early summer. I felt disconnected and something just wasn’t right. I know now that what I was experiencing were break through seizures, but at the time I didn’t know that. I had been managing my regular routine without too much trouble, but quietly, without anyone other than Johnny knowing it, I had been in touch with my neurologist. Let me stop right here and say that my neurologist is one of God’s gifts to me. I had tried, unsuccessfully, to see her after I fell in Target. Instead I saw a doctor that I dubbed “the idiot” who dismissed me and my symptoms. After my seizure in Gymboree (I told the idiot something was wrong but, NO, he wouldn’t listen to me) an ER doctor waved his magic wand and got me on her calendar for the very next week. Several months into my treatments with her I saw her Davidson diploma on the wall. She was a Psychology Major and in fact, was the recipient of the William Gatewood Workman Psychology Award. Yep, that means she was recognized as the most outstanding senior among the psych majors. Her husband is a professor at Davidson and knows my Mom well. I am not just a routine patient on her calendar. She genuinely cares for my overall health and well-being. God gave her to me in my darkest hour. When I had given up on finding anyone who could help me, God spread His fingers and allowed a seizure to sift through so that my path would cross with a doctor who would indeed help me. My doctor, my gift, came through the pain of a seizure and God’s hand was all over it. He protected me and He protected Hunter on that September day in Gymboree.

Back to the story…

I know my doctor dreads it when I call and say “I’m just not right”. Unfortunately my brain is not like Caterpillar equipment and you can’t hook me up to a computer and have it spit out a fault code. It takes some work to just get to a diagnosis and it’s not easy or fun. When it’s bad enough for me to let Johnny and my doctor know something is not right, then it has gotten pretty bad. We had talked over the phone and she was doing bloodwork, yada yada yada. I convinced myself that my disconnection was an oddity and would resolve itself. For the last few years my Epilepsy was fairly controlled. I was keeping up with the family, the house and training for the Chicago Marathon. Surely the doctor would confirm these episodes were flukes and I would just move along.

I was not at all prepared to hear her tell me that the episodes I had were break through seizures. This was the can of worms I wanted sealed shut forever. Seizures meant the medication wasn’t working which meant changing meds which meant new side effects which meant chaos. This was not the news I wanted to hear, but it was my reality. The words of my doctor on July 27th began to drown out and the phrase that had been repeated at the women’s conference just 4 days earlier began to ring in my ears. Perhaps Beth Moore’s microphone was connected directly to my ears “H.O.L.D.F.A.S.T. God has set His love upon me”. This was the message God had given her for Charlotte, or maybe just for Gatewood. Nevertheless, because of a last minute free ticket, I was sitting in that audience on the 20th row at the Charlotte Coliseum when she taught us this phrase and asked us to repeat it until we were tongue-tied. I listened for hours as she taught and participated as we were led in worship, but I really wasn’t connecting. I noticed people tearing up and I couldn’t understand why they were teary eyed. I remember thinking that I wished I was able to feel emotion, but I couldn’t. I also remember telling myself that God wanted me there and I was going to keep my seat belt fastened until the ride had come to a safe and complete stop.

As I look back at my notes from that weekend it’s clear that I wasn’t completely present and my brain was mush. After hours of her teaching I only have 3 short pages of notes, much of it just words or phrases on different pages throughout the program. There is no rhyme or reason to my method of note-taking (this is completely out of character for me as many of you know). However, through the mush, disconnection and confusion, here is a synopsis of what I walked away with, along with my own personal reflections.

H.O.L.D.F.A.S.T. God Has Set His Love Upon Me.

  • His affection is set upon you. He loves me. HE loves me. HE LOVES me. HE LOVES ME!
  • Only He is your praise. I can not depend on the pills in the medicine bottle to contain my epilepsy.
  • Loving Him awakens your true heart. I can’t know my own heart until I fully give myself to God and allow Him to open it.
  • Doing His will does us good. He reminds me that I have turned my personal pain into service for my family.
  • Fleeing to Him means fleeing with Him. He never leaves us.  I AM with you. The I AM is with me because He loves me.
  • Any tighter embrace will also replace. I have to wrap both arms around Him and leave no room for anything else.
  • Satan wants what I have. Satan wants my faith. If my arms are wrapped tightly around the I AM, Satan can not steal from me.
  • The Lord is your life. The Lord is my life. The Lord Jesus Christ is the Lord of my life.

So, was it God’s appointment that I hear this message? Clearly YES! This message of love and hope was given to me just 4 days before I buckled my seatbelt in this wild roller coaster that I have been riding for the last 4 months. I have clung to this phrase, reminding myself to hold on to God’s love. I have looked at my bracelet that I wear everyday with the word “Believe” that I had engraved after I took Beth Moore’s Believing God class right after my diagnosis. It was and still is my daily reminder to believe God for all that I need. I have reminded myself to HOLDFAST after 3 months of trying to start a new medicine have failed miserably and I’m right back where we started with the same old meds that might allow break through seizures again. When I curled up on the floor and cried for hours for no reason I had to HOLDFAST. When my anger exploded in verbal attacks on strangers and my family for no reason I had to HOLDFAST. When I was nauseated after morning meds I had to HOLDFAST. When I couldn’t sleep because my mind was racing with thoughts of the unknown I had to HOLDFAST. When I couldn’t get through a complete day without needing a 3 hour nap I had to HOLDFAST. When I wanted to give up but I couldn’t because I wouldn’t learn the lesson I had to HOLDFAST. When I saw the looks of confusion in my children’s eyes I had to HOLDFAST.  God has set His love upon me. He will carry me when I hold on to Him.

I don’t know when the roller coaster will finally stop. I am still buckled in but I am so over this ride. My doctor says my body has been through too much to try anything new right now. She told me to “hold on” for a few months until my body has stabilized and then we will try something else. My doctor actually told me to hold on. I think I heard God giggle when she used that phrase with me, but somehow I wasn’t a bit surprised to hear her say that. God and I have a little thing going back and forth you know. H.O.L.D.F.A.S.T. God Has Set His Love Upon Me.

Copyright © Gatewood Campbell, November 2011

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2 thoughts on “HOLDFAST

  1. Chris says:

    Thank you Gatewood for sharing this testimony of God’s faithfulness. It is good for us to hear that no matter what we are going through we have a God that literally clings to us. He clings so closely that no air can pass through – that we stick so close as if glued together. I was not planning to attend that conference but in the last moment I used just the Friday night part of Maria’s ticket. Beth shared she was a fellow Swamp people fan. I remember texting you that and I was so happy to get your reply telling me you were sitting right there in a floor seat. God is so good. Do you remember she used the illustration of Holdfast like the scales on a crocodile. They are so closely placed together that no air passes through them, yet they can be separated with effort. But the closeness those scales have, keeps things from penetrating them and become an armor. So I guess the ability to HOLDFAST to God creates an armor of protection for us. I can picture Him with His arms completely wrapped around you protecting you from the world and from within and what’s going on with you. May He gently remind you each day as you walk with Him to Holdfast. I am blessed to know you and so appreciate your story, because it helps strengthen me and reminds me to HOLDFAST!! So Thank you!
    God bless you dear Gatewood!
    Love from a fellow Swamp People fan!!!
    Chris

    • Yes! I did remember she talked about Swamp People but I couldn’t remember how she tied that in with the message. Thanks for telling me. Two more times last week after we talked about it the phrase HOLDFAST came to me. Clearly not coincidence (Yes God, I am listening) so it was time to pull up my draft and work on it again.

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