The to-do list is kinda long today. And, I kinda feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. It wouldn’t be terrible to crawl right back into bed and read the Jodi Picoult book that I started on Monday. But, I have been putting off a few things. I’ve been busy socializing! So, whether or not I feel up to it, the list has to be attended to today.
I never know when one of these days is going to sneak up on me. Since I discontinued one of my medications at the end of August, I have actually been doing ok. I have had a few rough days, a few days when I had to slow down, but for the most part I have done pretty well. I had almost convinced myself that, you know, I don’t really have an auto-immune disease. You know, maybe it was all in my head. Maybe I should, you know, apply for some of those holiday jobs that are being advertised on TV.
Come on, I tell myself, anyone who looks at you can see that you are doing just fine! You go to the gym, for Pete’s sake. You look good, girl. (Just get a different haircut, would you? Justin Bieber has that look trademarked.) Stop your bellyaching and get over it! It’s the old Kristin way — buck up, take care of this, kick some butts, take some names. I got this! Exercise, adjust the diet, add the correct supplements, and bam — healed.
And then, I end up on ice. I am doing all the right things and still, it’s not enough. I cannot control this on my own.
My life is an object lesson. I am a very slow learner.
I cannot do this on my own. Sure, it’s great to exercise, eat all the right foods, take all the vitamins, blah, blah, blah. But ultimately, my health is not in my hands. Is it? If I had a dollar for every time I have written in this blog that ‘I am sitting in the palm of His hand,’ I would no longer even be thinking about looking for employment. And yet, I still forget and get into my ‘I got this!’ mode.
Now, I am not saying I believe that God gives me the smack-down and puts me on ice to teach me a lesson. But, let’s be honest, I need a lesson. If I was my teacher, I would be very frustrated with me. I actually think God has lifted his hand, with me in it, up close to his face so that he can verify that “Yup, she’s really doing it again.” And he lovingly smiles and shakes his head and watches while I pull the ice packs out of the freezer and slow myself down enough to say, “I see you. I hear you. I do not have this. You have me.”
So, I’m sitting on ice, looking at my list, getting ready to scratch off one item at a time and try to listen to the still small voice so that I will know when it is time to crawl back into bed with my book and be still and know that He is God and that I am still sitting in the palm of His hand.
…all those who had any who were sick with various diseases brought them to Him,
and laying His hands on each one of them, He was healing them.