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Magical Stories of Faith and Healings

Lynette Nyberg — Tue, 24 Nov 2020 00:28:53 +0000

I grew up hearing magical stories of miraculous physical healings.

My child’s mind believed that with enough faith anyone could be healed.

Wasn’t I surprised when years later, my own faith, the bedrock of my religious life failed me? Well, not really but that’s how it felt.

Screaming for support, I ran to the water’s edge as Justin, my seven-year-old, jumped in the pool. He clutched Jamie’s arm and pulled her to the pool’s edge as nine-year-old Jeremy called out, “Here! Bring her here!”

Jeremy lay sprawled on the deck’s rocky surface, his overextended arm quivering as he grabbed his sister’s limp hand. Jamie’s head and limbs dangled lifelessly as the boys worked to fish her small body from the murky pool.

Neurons fired like artillery demanding action NOW, bringing my senses into high alert. Scanning Jamie’s deathly still form from head to toe, I prayed to see a small twitch, the rise of her chest or the flicker of her eyes—but there was nothing. I willed my lungs to fill, my emotions to hush, my mind to focus, and my heart to unchain my fallen child. Jamie’s eyes were shut tight. There was no movement of her small frame. A puddle oozed around her still figure as an icy chill clutched at my spine. (Sneak peek into one of my upcoming books)

Grief . . . A universal experience . . . yet no two realities are the same.

What are you experiences with faith?
Has a loved one died on your watch?
And what about those times when all our faith doesn’t result in healing?

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Grief and Inner Peace can Co-Exist.

The REEL World . . .

Lynette Nyberg — Mon, 25 May 2020 20:58:16 +0000

Opening my eyes, I blinked in the early morning light. Kicking off the covers I stretched. After a quick scan from head to toes, a smile erupted in me.

I was back!

Let’s rewind twenty-four hours.

Yesterday felt like a day from hell!

Have you ever thought, “What’s wrong with me, I don’t feel like myself?”

“Like your soul, went to the store and forgot to come home!”

That was my day.

I cried for no reason. I felt mad. I was sad.

On top of that I judged the emotions I felt.

“I have a great life.”

“I shouldn’t feel this way.”

“Maybe I should just throw in the towel.”

Have you ever felt like this?

From inside the picture show in my mind. . .

I navigated life’s emotional soup.

Thoughts . . .emotions . . . emotions . . . and more thoughts.

I watched as old patterns crumbled.

Like a snake who’s outgrown its skin, painful behaviors seemed to fall off of me.

It was exciting yet scary all at the same time.

“I’d grown accustom to the discomfort. . . How would I exist beyond the pain?”

As darkness fell, intense dreams filled my night . . . unraveling even more emotions as I slept.

Then I awoke. I felt wonderfully renewed.

In gratitude, I embraced the new day.

What Magic is Waiting for You?

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It’s Our Choice

Lynette Nyberg — Sun, 17 May 2020 00:41:50 +0000

When the unexpected happens . . . what do we do?

We hear statements like these everyday:

Why did this happen?
It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
I’m a good person, I don’t deserve to this pain.

But . . . suffering is rewarded in our society. There’s a payoff that accompanies grief.

Often these behaviors become part of our identity and follow us into adulthood.

Momma’s Helper

The old wringer washing machine stood against the wall; light streamed in from a nearby window, creating a magical scene. I watched as Mom put shirts, pants, and socks in the sudsy water. . .

When the clothes were clean, Mom rung them through the wringer. Squeezing the water from the fabric she readied each piece to be hung on the clothesline. I was intrigued by the rollers, how as they methodically spun round and round. Mom excused herself momentarily.

“I’m going to get more laundry; I’ll be right back.”

Proudly I stood, perched on my stool. With a smile in my eyes, I tentatively touched the spinning rollers. I liked how the wet rubber squeaked under my fingers as it spun, squished, and turned. Suddenly, without warning the wringer caught my fingers, and I couldn’t pull them out. Tugging with everything I had, I panicked. . .
An excerpt from my upcoming book ~ Living as Love

Following this accident, I temporarily lost the use of my arm. My father massaged my arm each day and mom made sure my every need was met. I don’t remember any pain from the incident; I just remember the loving attention from my mom and dad.

Accidents happen, it’s a fact.

When a sudden loss takes place, how will we respond?

It’s Our Choice.

Do You See Me?

Lynette Nyberg — Wed, 13 May 2020 23:08:26 +0000

Do you see me? Do you care? Am I good enough?

Ultimately, life is about loving ourselves and following our heart.

But let’s be honest . . . sometimes it’s nice to know others approve of us too.

We’ve all heard children say: “Look at me? Did I do a good job?”

As a child, who did you want to please?

Who reassured you with their love?

I idolized my Dad and I knew he cherished me.

Dad pulled back on the throttle of the two-seater plane and brought it to a steep upward climb. My heart jumped; the engine roared as the force thrust me back in my seat. I watched wide-eyed as the plane did a vertical climb up into the vast sea of blue.

Dad’s smile twinkled in his eyes. Sunbeams highlighted his straw-colored hair. I was the luckiest six-year-old in the world as I flew through the sky like a bird.
An excerpt from my upcoming book, Living as Love

Dad’s no longer living. He’s not here to cheer me on and tell me that I’m alright.

Silent prayerful meditation fills the void.

Let’s take a few moments in self-reflection . . .

Take several slow breaths, in and out. Close your eyes. Continue breathing gently.

Ask yourself these questions:

Do you see me? (Listen to your heart’s response.)
Do you care? (Let yourself be heard.)
Am I good enough? (Acknowledge any feelings that surface.)

Continue listening to your heart for a few more minutes.

Thank yourself . . . for being you.

And remember . . .

You are the Pilot of Your Life!

A Glimpse Into My Book

Lynette Nyberg — Thu, 03 Sep 2015 16:30:35 +0000

(Here is a glimpse into my book . . .)

Where’s Jamie? I hear my two and a half year old daughter wake from her nap. I steal another moment to set the timer on the dryer and close the door. Rubbing my swollen belly, I arch my back as the baby presses on my ribs. I listen for Jamie, but can no longer here her. Where is Jamie? I search the house for those piercing blue eyes. Expecting to see her blond curls around each corner, I run up and down the stairs. She is not in the house. Adrenaline takes over, my pace quickens as this mother bear lumbers out the front door. Jamie has never ventured outside on her own. “Where would my timid little girl go?” I wonder. I give no thought to looking in the pool. After all it is winter. A decaying leafy green stew fill the pool. Frogs have made their home in the pond like habitat. I scour the sprawling lawn, look behind fences and round the corner into the back yard. I freeze momentarily, eyes open wide, unconsciously, I hold my breath.

Before me, my young sons cry out, Jamie Jamie!

My sandals fly off my feet as I stumble toward them. “Pull her out,” I scream to my sons. I bolt up the red brick steps as my son jumps in the pool. In his 7 year old fashion, he drags Jamie’s body to the edge. His brother braces himself on the side of the pool, reaches in and grabs her arm. Together they hoist Jamie’s small lifeless body from the mirky green water.

With no regard to my huge middle, I collapse by Jamie’s side. The rough pebbled decking unforgivingly distresses our skin. “Momentarily, I wonder if the rocks hurt her head.” Quickly the thought dissipates and I check for signs of life. An innocent fawn walks into dangers path, she lies crumpled, lifeless in my arms. “Why isn’t she waking up like in the movies,” I gasp? My young sons huddle together watching the drama unfold. Helpless, scared and in a state of shock they sob for their only sister.

Unwilling to accept this nightmare as my reality, an undeniable power courses through my Being. “This is not going to happen! I know Jamie can be healed, if I have enough faith.” I call upon the powers of heaven and begin CPR, my husband Steve, calls 911. When the paramedics arrive, Jamie has a pulse.

In the PICU, Jamie lies as if sleeping amid a tangle of wires, probes and tubes. The ventilator methodically pumps, in and out without tiring. Steady beeping of the monitors pounds in my head. In a trance, I stare at the screens. The baby within my womb kicks. Pressure on my cervix mounts as another contraction takes hold. I grab the railing on Jamie’s bed, close my eyes and breath slowly, in time with the ventilator until the pain subsides.

“How will I survive loosing Jamie, and love this new baby after I’ve buried my heart with my sweet daughter?” “How do I live knowing Jamie died on my watch?”

Years of depression brings me to a point of decision. “Do I stay in the grave with Jamie, or do I choose life?”

Embarking on a fifteen year journey of self discovery, childhood core beliefs dissolve, understanding prevails, and love fills my Being.

I learn to play! Skydiving, parasailing, and swimming with dolphins fill my soul. I ride my bike a hundred miles, and I walk on fire.

Sharing my newfound zeal for life and assisting others to remember their wholeness is my ultimate high.

The Labyrinth of Life

Lynette Nyberg — Mon, 20 Jul 2015 18:49:12 +0000

Do you ever feel stuck, frustrated or concerned with the twists and turns of life? So often we head out on a path, eyes focused ahead, headed right toward our goal only to come to an unforeseen turn in our road. Without warning we are detoured in a directions we had no intention of going.

As I walked this labyrinth yesterday my mind was flooded with thoughts of times when the direction my life was taking suddenly changed. Some of the things that caused these changes were, job changes, accidents, decisions of others, choices I made, and deaths. No matter how prepared or focused we are on our goals, there WILL be unexpected changes in life.

Even in these unsettling times, we have choices.

1. We can kick, scream and fight what is happening. Many of us have tried this one. It might help to relieve some of the stress for a moment, but it is not a good long term solution. Chances are we will just end up feeling more frustrated and confused if we carry on too long. There is also the possibility of other people being hurt from the emotional explosion.

2. We can retreat, hide, cry, and choose not to face the obstacle. This too can be a good short term defense. If it gives you a moment to release some emotion and regroup it can be helpful. If we stay in this place for very long though, it will add to the feelings of overwhelm and be counter productive. I have a good friend that always told me, “You can have your pity party for 1 hour, then get your act together and face life!”

3. We can choose to accept, learn and grow from the new experience. When we come to a place of acceptance; fear, confusion and anxiety can melt away. In this place we are ready to get the learning.

4. We can embrace the new experience. When we are in a place of love where we understand that everything has a divine purpose, we can just BE. BE in the moment, BE in tune with our divine purpose, and we will BE at peace.

If you have ever walked a labyrinth, you know that you start out walking straight toward the center, your goal, the place you want to be. Then just before you reach the center, the path turns sharply. The course continues to twist and turn, in and out. Sometimes the goal is in sight. Then around the next turn it takes faith just to believe that it is still there. Eventually my focus went to the path I was walking. I became intrigued with the pattern, the rocks and the symmetrical design. I let go of worrying if I was going to make it to the middle and I began to have fun. As I let go of control I really started enjoying the journey. I was really getting into the experience when I found myself smack dab in the middle. Without stress, worry, or fear, I had made it! The walk back out seemed to go by so fast because I was able to let go and just BE.

What obstacles are you facing in your life right now? Do they feel daunting? Have you lost sight of your goal? Are you drowning in overwhelm?

Are you kicking and fighting against the lessons? Are you hiding in pain hoping that they will go away? Have you accepted that life brings us opportunities to learn and grow? Are you ready to embrace the journey and BE?

There is no judgement or right place to be on your journey. I honor you, wherever you are on this path. My wish is that you acknowledge where you are and be alright with that. As you become conscious, you can then progress and move forward.

I would love to hear from you. We are all on this journey together. Let’s reach out and assist each other!

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Namaste,

Lynette

I Spent The Day At Jamie’s Funeral

Lynette Nyberg — Mon, 13 Jul 2015 19:02:45 +0000

I spent today at my daughter’s funeral. No not literally . . . . let me explain. The past few years have taken me on some interesting twists and turns. The current roller coaster I am riding has presented me with the opportunity to write a book. The genre is Autobiographical Non-Fiction.

My writing day began as we left the hospital after Jamie had died. Ahead of us was the daunting task of informing our three young sons that their little sister had died. Jeremy, Justin and Joshua had been receiving reports of how well Jamie was doing for the past 10 days. The boys had been told about the healing miracles that we had witnessed. They knew that the doctor was very pleased with her progress. So not what? “Is there a correct way to crush your children’s world?” “How do I stay strong for my sons when my heart has been shattered?” “And what about this baby in my womb? How will I love her without feeling guilty?”

Waves of emotion have washed over me, through me, and knocked me on my face as I sifted through my memories today. “How can these feelings be so intense after all of these years?”

Not all of the emotion has been sad though. I’ve also been reminded of the immense outpouring of love we received physically and spiritually through this time. Writing this book is turning out to be an adventure that I am truly loving!

I know that all of you have your own story too. Those times when life came at you and you were not sure how you were going to make it . . . but you did!

I would love to hear any feedback you have for me.

Ask me any questions. Share your stories with me.

Let’s keep in touch, I am interested in how “you” made it through the storms in your life.

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Hugs,

Lynette

Love Created Me Love

Lynette Nyberg — Fri, 26 Jun 2015 19:37:41 +0000

“Do Unto Others As You Would Have Them Do Unto You”
“Love One Another”
“Choose Ye This Day Whom You Will Serve”

Each day brings with it many choices. Am I going to be honest? How am I going to treat my sisters and brothers? Am I kind to myself? Do my actions reflect the love I feel in my heart? Did I mean it when I promised to be HIS hands, eyes, ears and feet? If I did, then how does that look? What does it mean to truly “love” ALL of God’s Children?

The current event of killings in our country has brought with it a great opportunity to reflect on these and many more questions. How are we really doing as a people?

After a day of celebration and joy for many over the opportunity to freely marry and join as a family . . . is your heart also filled with excitement and joy for your sisters and brothers?

Today, June 26, 2015 gives all of us the opportunity to put our words into actions, to let go of any judgement and just “love one another.” After all, isn’t that what we promised to do?

I Choose To Remember

Lynette Nyberg — Thu, 11 Jun 2015 20:28:28 +0000

May I vent for a minute? Recently I have heard several comments from people that seem to be fear based. They include indications of “needing to change themselves” and “stressing about what is wrong with themselves.” These same individuals also seemed to be obsessed with worry, blame, criticism, and a victim mentality. As I look around these beliefs and behaviors seem to be generally accepted the norm. I am seeing so much of this that I am going to be so bold as to say that worry, criticism, blame and playing the victim are addictions. Why do I say that? Addictions give us a pay off, something that makes us feel better. So you might be asking what benefit is there in worrying, blaming, criticism or being a victim? What is the payoff? How can they be addictions? Let me share an example with you:

I know a woman that is the poster child for being loving, selfless and kind. I don’t think I have ever heard her speak ill of anyone. She is also a big worrier. She worries about anything and everything. Her family and friends tell her not to worry, that they are ok, but nothing seems to extinguish the consistent worrying. Her husband is a church going man who loves his family. But, in my experience of being in their presence, I have witnessed him belittling her opening in front of all who are present. He talks down to her and it is obvious that his words and actions make her feel bad. And as a witness to this belittling behavior, it is often very uncomfortable to be around them.

Over the years she has started to get sick; one serious illness after another. She’s experienced great pain and suffering. At times when she is very sick, her husband attends to her every need and is very kind and loving to her. One day when I was visiting her she said to me with such joy, “He has been so kind and sweet, he is taking such good care of me!”

Do you know someone like this? Someone who worries so much that their identity is wrapped up in worrying? Or maybe the person you know is constantly blaming someone else for all of their “bad luck in life” and complaining about how hard it is. Or do you know the “victim” who just can’t catch a break, everything is always going wrong in their world? Maybe you know someone who is a little (or a lot) of all of these things. Has the person you know experienced any physical illness as a result of their negative attitudes?

By now you can probably see how these behaviors can become addictive. But what is the payoff for these behaviors?

Let’s go back to my example. Here is a kind woman who is addicted to worrying. We know this because it is her go to behavior, and she doesn’t go a day without exercising it. She is married to man who seems to feel that “putting her in her place” is appropriate. Over the years she has experienced serious illness again and again.

What is the payoff for her?

We are all familiar with the concept of agency. With agency we are free to make choices in this life and then experience the consequences for our choices. Let’s broaden that concept a little, or a lot! Let’s explore the option that the agency that we enjoy, we have always had, even before we came to this earth. That would mean that we had the choice and most likely participated in creating the life we are living now. (Hmm, if we had a part in creating our world, then we can’t be a victim of our experiences because it was our choice, interesting!) In that realm before this earthly life, we had not yet forgotten much of what we now do not recall. In that place we most likely made choices about our earthly life that seem harsh and hard to understand to us now in our earthly state.

In the past when I have expressed thoughts like these to people I’ve been met with criticism and disbelief. This reaction caused me to keep my thoughts and feelings to myself to avoid the mocking comments. Of course people are going to dispute my ideas; if they agreed with me then they would have to take responsibility for their life which they probably do not like!

In my recent study and meditation I have an even greater convictions of these beliefs. I understand that God is Love. All that He is and does comes from love. He created us in his image, which means that we are love just as he is love. If he created us in his image, how could anything be wrong with us? He taught us and prepared us and then gave us agency, and we made choices about the life experience we wanted here on earth.

I can hear some of your thoughts: “If that is true, then what about the 3rd world countries? What about horrible accidents, untimely deaths, and illnesses, poverty, the homelessness, innocent people being hurt, natural disasters . . .?” The list could go on and on. I will be the first to admit that I do not have all the answers. I do know that there is a greater power and purpose at work here than any of us can fully comprehend.

Let’s go back to my friend again. If this is true, why would she choose to be sick and suffer? I can only make guesses. I have witnessed her husband being kinder and more loving since she got sick. Not just to her but to everyone. Could she have known that her suffering would have given him the opportunity to be more loving. Would a person choose to suffer to serve the higher good of someone she loves?

I admit that I do not know why she made the choices she made. I have my thoughts about it and I’m sure you have yours. I do know that observing her experiences has made me be more conscious of my life, my choices, my feelings, and the results that show up in my life.

As the reality that I have created my world continues to sink in, I find myself paying closer attention to my feelings. Instead of focusing energy on”what I need to change” or “what is wrong with me” I choose to “Remember” who I really am. Fear is not from the Father, all that is from Him comes from Love.

As I pause, and pay attention to my feelings I am better able to make choices that serve my highest good. From this place of Love (instead of fear), I am more able to choose gratitude instead of feeling the victim. It is my wish to choose love instead of blame. I am finding it more easy to find joy over the simplest of things. I smile more and laugh a lot. I love life and choose to reach out to others in love. I choose to surround myself with people who also choose love, gratitude and joy in their lives.

I Choose to “Remember” my divinity and live my life through love. I choose to live my life out loud as I pursue my Passion for Life!

Do You “Remember” Who You Are? What choices are you making in your life? What is your Passion for Life?

I would love to hear from you. Please comment below!

If you agree with me I’d like to know. If you have a question or just a comment please share it with me. If you don’t agree with me, I would love to hear about that too. It is my intent to reach out in love to you and encourage you to find your Passion for Life!

Sometimes I Just Need A Hug

Lynette Nyberg — Tue, 24 Mar 2015 21:04:52 +0000

Do you ask for a hug when you are feeling lonely, sad or hurt? OR Do you shrink inward and choose to withdraw?

These cute puppies do not hesitate to let you know when they need a hug. In fact they don’t have to be lonely, sad or hurt to ask for your affection. They just love to be loved. Anytime you sit down they are in your lap and they wiggle their nose under your hand to be petted. They will paw at you to get you to play. They will follow you from room to room just to be in your presence. It is easy to know that they love you, and want to receive love in return.

Young children are good at this as well. They are quick to let you know when they are happy, excited, playful, sad, angry, or hurting. They don’t hesitate to jump in your lap if they want a hug and need to snuggle. They are also quick to jump down and start playing again when their needs are met.

What happens to us as we grow up? Somewhere along the way our perceptions and beliefs seem to get in the way of our authentic selves. In a past blog post I talked about how our perceptions and beliefs can lead to hurt and unhappiness. I shared two examples; one time I got in trouble and the other my feelings were hurt because of my perceptions of the situations. No one tried to hurt me. In fact my grandmother and father didn’t even know that it had happened. It was all “my story,” “my perception,” “my beliefs,” ” my actions,” and ultimately just “my experience” of the situations.

I remember another time when my perception of what was said and my choice of actions came back to bite me . . . . AGAIN!

I was a teenager in High School. There was a Ski Resort about an hour from our home. All my friends started going skiing on Saturday during the winter. My best friend ask me to go skiing with her. She had all the details worked out including having her Dad drive us up to the resort. Wow, this sounded fun and I was excited for this new adventure. I went to my Dad and ask him if I could go. He made a quick comment something like, “skiing is kind of expensive” and “it could be dangerous.” He didn’t say no. He wasn’t upset that I had ask. Looking back now, I recall it more as just a passing comment. But in that moment I formed a belief based on his comment and made a choice that came back to haunt me. I told my friend, “no” that I couldn’t go skiing with her. She was very disappointed and tried to talk me into going. I stuck to my decision and didn’t go. Over and over that year she ask me to go, telling me how much fun they were having, but I always told her no. I never mentioned it to my Dad again. He had no idea that I kept being invited to go skiing. I just kept turning down the invitations based on his brief comment and the perception I had formed.

My perception at that point in my life was:

I want to be obedient
I don’t want to make any waves and cause trouble
It is important to work hard and sacrifice to please those who are in authority
I thought by staying home I was pleasing my Dad.

I don’t remember being upset about not going skiing. I was content because I was doing what I thoughtwould make my Dad happy.

A few years later my beliefs were challenged (big time!) . . . . My younger siblings got ski gear and ski passes for Christmas! I exclaimed to my Dad, “Why did they get ski passes and you didn’t let me go skiing?” He answered, “I didn’t tell you that you couldn’t go skiing. You could have gone skiing if you wanted to.” At this point I was flooded with feelings of regret and disappointment. I had unnecessarily missed out on having fun and making memories with my friends. That was a great life lesson for me in communication (or the lack of it!)

You might ask why I am being so transparent and vulnerable sharing these personal stories with you.

I hope it will get you thinking about your thoughts, beliefs and actions. How are they showing up in your life? What makes you happy? What do you want to create in your life? Are you getting the results you want out of life? If so, good for you! If not, what are you going to change? Do you get it that you can literally have anything that you want in this life?

I have learned since my youth that I absolutely create my life. My thoughts, perceptions and beliefs lead to my choices and actions. If I do not like a result that I get in life, I can choose again to have what I do want. I accept full responsibility for my life.

In case you are wondering, as an adult I have gone snow skiing, and yes, it was fun! Some of the other fun things I have chosen to do are: go para-sailing, swam with the dolphins, skydiving, and walked on fire.

I am also learning to ask to have my emotional needs met. So, if you ever see me and I walk up and ask you for a hug, don’t be surprised. Some days I just need a hug!

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Hugs,

Lynette