healing – Cynthia M. Lombard

May 7, 2020

A Heart, I No Longer Trust

Let me just say before I get started, I know that sounds terrible, it sounded bad when I said it to myself. Allow me to explain, most of us have a heart we rarely think about unless we are short of breath, maybe after a run, or having a panic attack. I used to think about my heart like that also, years ago. I assumed it would always beat and do whatever it was supposed to do without much pondering. Well, about 17 years ago, my heart betrayed my trust. How, did it betray me you ask? I had a heart attack and, my heart stopped beating the way it was supposed to, and,[...]

Uncategorized

May 23, 2018

No Regrets

I was recently ask the question, Cynthia, do you have any regrets? The first thing that came to mind was absolutely yes. However, I did not answer right away, I thought about it for a minute. When I took a little time to think about it I was surprised that my answer was no. The reason my answer was no, is because everything that has happened in my life, was either not my fault, a result of a decision I made, or my decision was interrupted by a plan God had for my life. With that said, no need for regrets. Allow me to break it down a bit further, the decisions I[...]

Faith

January 26, 2018

Lord, I Need Help

In October of last year, I attended a Womens conference titled Lord Help Me I'm Stuck, When Moving Forward Seems Impossible. The workshop is geared towards helping you move forward and set you free from the paralysis of life in 2018. In a previous blog post titled (Lord Help Me I'm Stuck). I went into detail about how the conference was very helpful for me and others who attended. Because of an overwhelming response, the workshop is being held again next month February 16-17, 2018 The healing begins, Friday night at 7pm and again, Saturday morning at 9am regist[...]

Living With Heart Disease

October 14, 2017

Living With Heart Disease

As I wrote in a previous post, I was in the hospital for six days. I live with heart disease so every now and then I have to go in the hospital. Usually I go to the hospital to be admitted about every six months because my heart gets weak and I need bed rest. This time I pushed myself past the six month mark because I simply did not want to go in the hospital. It's not like when I go in there I'm at the Ritz Carlton getting room service quite the opposite. When I go in the hospital I'm getting stuck like a pin cushion because my veins are so small they can't be fo[...]