Spontaneous Human Combustion: The True Story of How One Christian Woman Found Explosive Love.
By Liv Dietrich
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Divorced Christian womans somewhat successful life suddenly resembles an exploding fireworks factory! The white hot explosions spontaneously begin happening inside her innermost being. What is happening in her life to transform her into a woman who doesnt want to stay asleep because she might miss something? What does God want her to do?
Spontaneous Human Combustion is filled with the intimate details of the emotional story, as well as the spontaneously written songs. Some of the music is written, or you can be inspired to make up your own music to go with her lyrics.
Noted author, Liv Dietrich, is proud to announce winning the Writers Clueless Award for her latest book, Spontaneous Human Combustion. She is qualified to give the award because she created it! Since Dietrich doesnt remember writing any of the lyrics, she remains intrigued and mystified by reading her own new book over and over again. Everyones name, including the authors, is changed to protect the guilty.
Liv Dietrich
A newspaper journalist and award-winning writer, Liv Dietrich is the author of published articles, poetry, and lyrics. Listen to many of her published songs on Reverb Nation at www.reverbnation.com/anonymousv. Compositions by Jaziel Bachman and Alexa Coljen are included.
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Spontaneous Human Combustion - Liv Dietrich
Spontaneous Human
Combustion
The True Story of How One Christian Woman Found Explosive Love.
LIV DIETRICH
38395.pngCopyright © 2015 Liv Dietrich.
Author Credits: My Utmost for His Highest, Oswald Chambers, Zondervan Publishers (1995). New International Version Bible, NIV Study Bible, Zondervan (1985);Finding Peace for Your Heart, Stormie O’Martian, January 15, 1999; The Message//Remix
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WestBow Press rev. date: 02/26/2015
Contents
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
This is a completely factual story. Only the names, places and dates of two events have been changed. Those changes were made to protect the guilty, the innocent and those that don’t know in which category they belong.
30851.png30854.pngSpontaneous human combustion
refers to the destruction of the flesh by internal fire originating without an apparent external source of ignition.
I had received no communication from my high-school sweetheart for thirty-five years. Then, one sunny, cold January afternoon, while innocently surfing the Net, I saw his name and city on Classmates.com. There it was—Jaziel Bachman, Winnipeg, Manitoba—right on the screen in front of me, Alexa Coljen, Rome, New York. My heart shifted into high gear. Suddenly, there was hope that my life would change from happily living in misery to happily living in happiness.
As I sat in my office on my turquoise leather-tufted CEO chair, I looked out my window at the deep snow. The hills, evergreens, and the two-lane road were blanketed in white. It was much too cold to even think about opening some other real estate broker’s frozen lock box. I didn’t want to traipse up a listing’s unshoveled driveway just to freeze my fingers. Houses had not been selling.
Better to look online for hot apple pie recipes, warm leather fashion boots, and stylish woolen jackets. I certainly did not want to browse any depressing national or world news. That would have been like placing an elephant’s foot on my chest and I certainly didn’t need to be pressed down more than I already was. Then an innocent pop-up ad appeared: WONDER WHERE YOUR CLASSMATES ARE NOW? CLICK HERE to FIND OUT.
I wondered what changes thirty-five years had made to Jaz Bachman. Did he even believe in God?
There’s nothing in the Bible about finding high-school sweethearts online. I had only seen his name. That’s innocent, isn’t it? Then I sent one brief e-mail to him to confirm that he was the same Jaziel Bachman. It was not even remotely likely that somebody else with that name would be listed as an alumnus of the year he graduated, the year before me. Did I even dare to allow myself to have these irrational feelings? My heart was beating very fast. Did somebody turn the thermostat way up in my office?
How was something going to happen? He lived two thousand miles away. I had a good Christian life, as far as anybody could tell. It would take some kind of a miracle, either one I made up or one God actually made. When did he move to Winnipeg? A lot of life had happened in the past thirty-five years. Come to think about it, more than a few times, that life was near death.
Jaz and I had enjoyed an innocent, storybook relationship in high school. Picnics on a blanket. Movies at the drive-in theatre. Pizza at Papa Roma’s. Canoe trips with our group of friends. He had adored my long, dark hair and I had liked his long, blond curls. He had a pleasingly white smile and ocean-blue eyes.
Then he had graduated, his family moving to Toronto, far away from our high school, and the relationship had ended. There was no Internet back then. I had told my mother to tell him that I wasn’t home when he called.
One year later, he had ridden his motorcycle all the way back to our high school and appeared near my locker, wearing a gray leather jacket and carrying two helmets. He had said he wanted me to get onto the back of the bike and ride to Toronto with him, leaving home forever. I had told him no. I had already made plans to go to the senior picnic and I didn’t want to miss that!
I am now living in a huge lodge—Coljens Lodge—that I use about once a month on weekends for Christian women’s retreats for a hundred women. It is about half a mile from Coljens Realty. My ex-husband and I have four grown-up-and-out kids. Technically, they were artificially conceived, since the marriage certainly had been artificial. Now I was officially alone. It really was an empty nest. With nine fold-out couches, thirteen beds, and various other empty sleeping places, it was sort of a lodge full of empty nests. I was still staying in the lodge, just like the rest of the furniture. The furniture was ready to go but I wasn’t. What kind of a life would I have?
I remembered how God had healed me of a fatal blood disease two years after high-school graduation. I had been living in the sorority at the university. They had found me lying in my walk-in closet and had to transport me by ambulance to the hospital. I was in a semi-coma, with a blood count of two. Twelve to fifteen is normal. I had looked like a skeleton.
I had been an outpatient for a year, with many blood draws and tests. I had had my blood drawn so frequently that my veins were scarred and it was hard for the technicians to use the needle for more draws. There was no cure. After three weeks in the hospital room, Dorothy, my friend since fourth grade, had come, wearing her Salvation Army uniform, and had prayed for me.
The day after Dorothy prayed, I sat up in the hospital bed with a bewildered look on my face. The last thing I remembered was sitting on the floor of my closet in the sorority.
The quite muscular nurse barked, You’re almost dead! Lie down!
I replied in a strong and stable voice, If I’m almost dead, you better call a code blue.
She ran out of the room.
That works just like on TV. I put my feet on the floor, pulled the IV out of my wrist, scurried over to the locker, grabbed my very baggy bellbottoms off the hook and pulled my baggy T-shirt over my hospital gown. I tucked it into my jeans, slipped on my chunky heeled sandals, and exited before Nurse Onsteroids or anybody else could get back to my room. I easily walked two miles to my university apartment, holding my jeans up with thumbs through the belt loops.
If God had healed me like that, He could do anything. He could even put Jaz and me back together. That would be a miracle.
The information on Classmates.com said that Jaziel Bachman was a high-school music teacher. He had three grown children. I wasn’t sure that was true. How could he have married somebody when he surely loved me? That’s what he had said when we were in high school. Everything online may not be true. Classmates.com had listed my city incorrectly. They had it as Rome, Italy, but it was really Rome, New York. I wasn’t sure what to hope.
Anyway, I didn’t dare tell any of my Christian friends that I was suddenly head-over-heels over somebody with whom I hadn’t communicated in thirty-five years. They would reiterate that Christian women were supposed to have stayed married and should have acted like the Proverbs 31 wife. They would say that Christians aren’t supposed to look online for high-school sweethearts after their divorces or maybe any other time.
Maybe there is supposed to be some socially acceptable mourning period after a divorce. Even if the screen flashes, CLICK HERE,
Christian women aren’t supposed to click. Christian women are supposed to focus on God and act like Mother Teresa or somebody similar.
The same day that I clicked Jaz’s name, in the middle of the night, I was sleeping peacefully under my fluffy navy blue quilt. Then something even more exciting than finding Jaz Bachman happened. I was awakened by the sound of music! It was not the musical with Julie Andrews, but the sound of real music. It sounded like an explosion shooting whistling streams of red fire into my dark room, except it had a melody and words. I jumped out of bed and saw that there wasn’t any fire in the bedroom … as usual.
That first night that the explosion happened, I stood there looking around, wondering if somebody had installed some loudspeakers in my bedroom. Nobody was in the room but me. No loudspeakers. The combusting music was inside me! I had heard of spontaneous human combustion. My heart was ticking like a bomb about to explode! This was amazing! I wondered if all that was going to be left of me would be a little pile of ashes.
As long as I was out of bed, I figured I might as well visit my bathroom. The master bathroom was beautiful. I had custom-ordered the two-person navy whirlpool tub, the matching navy double sinks set into knotty aspen cabinetry and the large white ceramic tiles covering the floor and running halfway up the walls. The tiles looked like soft white clouds.
I decided to write down what I had heard on some tissues from a box on the bathroom counter. I used a black eyeliner pencil since there weren’t any pens handy. This is what I wrote:
1/2/2007
(heavy rock music)
Innocence
God forgives with innocence
God forgives with innocence
He puts us back
To where we were
And it’s as if
No sin occurred
God forgives with innocence
God forgives with innocence
Heals us with
His Holy Word
And it’s as if
No sin occurred
He takes away
The sin and shame
He forgives
And there’s no blame
God forgives with innocence
God forgives with innocence
Innocence
Innocence
Innocence
Yah!
The next night, not expecting this to be a nightly occurrence, I wrote with the black eyeliner on the back of a church bulletin that I had left on the double-sink counter. I woke up hearing the words, rushed over to the bathroom, sat on the tiled whirlpool step and wrote them down as I heard them.
1/3/2007 3 am
Luke 12:22–31 NIV … do not worry about your life … seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well.
(About not seeking material things, only seek the giving Spirit of God.)
(God speaking)
Giving
It is my desire
To give freely to all men
To give life, love, happiness
Joy complete within
And when I see the raven
The lowliest of birds
My heart is filled with kindness
With more than only words
How much more I love you
Than even such as these
How much more I want to
Give you all I please
Find me with your whole heart
My love, my joy, my peace
In my great provision
Will be your great relief.
In the morning, I observed that the design of my headboard included tall cabinets on both sides, but no writing surface. No problem. I put some lined paper, left behind by one of the kids, next to the whirlpool tub in the master bath. I could hop out of bed and use the tiled ledge around the blue tub for a writing surface. I could sit on the tiled step and the paper could fit on the ledge. I put a pen there, too. I was thinking about Jaz Bachman. I wondered what his house looked like.
After about a week of sitting on the cold tiled step in the middle of the night, I decided to try to make it all the way down to my home office desk to write down what I heard. I kept my fuzzy blue bed socks on and put my bright red fake fur robe at the foot of the bed. The master bedroom was thirty by thirty feet, with the bed opposite the door. By the time I slid on the waxed wood floor to the bedroom door, scurried across the adjoining sitting loft, slipped down the wood stairs, crossed the slate lobby, crossed the three story great room, pushed the spindle chairs to get through the dining hall, stepped carefully so as not to slip on the granite kitchen floor, not banging into the counters in the dark, passed the fern patterned guest bath, and slid quickly down the long pantry hall to my home office, I forgot the words.
That was no problem though, because God just woke me up again with the same song explosion a couple hours after I fell asleep again. I decided to stick with just slip-sliding to the whirlpool tub. This went on for a couple more weeks. Soon I had a package of lined paper, pens, my Bible, various sizes of notebooks, my red robe, bottles of orange juice, pecan cookies, and some Pez candy dispensers all in the whirlpool tub.
God usually woke me up with the first couple of lines and then waited until I slid over to the whirlpool step and grabbed a pen before he dictated the rest of the words.
Gold Notebook 1/13/07 3 am
(soul music)
Don’t Let Me Lose My Soul
God you put desire in my heart
You gave me feelings and all
You gave me someone to really love
You gave me someone to enthrall
(chorus)
I need you to show me how
Don’t let me lose my soul
God you know I want what’s right
God I see the end in sight
Though I broke a lifelong vow
Don’t let me mess this all up now
God let me do this your way
Please don’t take it all away
I need you so much right now
I need you to show me how
(repeat chorus)
God don’t let me make mistakes
I will do whatever it takes
Don’t let me lose this love
Don’t let me lose my soul
(chorus)
I need you to show me how
Don’t let me