I haven't been totally honest/disclosing in my blog. It's been a really difficult past few months. Really difficult, challenging, eye-opening.
A few health issues have cropped up and without going into too much detail (I mean, c'mon, it's still me), it's scared me. The latest issue has me unsure of what to eat and how to eat it because my body just doesn't know how to handle its contents anymore. Intestines, why so much trouble all of a sudden?
I talked to the GI specialist that I've seen before and he said I may have some sort of IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrome - just as nice as it sounds). Ick.
I wake up in the morning and I think about it. I fall asleep and I think about it. It's hard to keep myself well when I have all these "things" cropping up out of left field.
So there you go. The whole sha-bang (of sorts) and I'm trying to plug away with a new semester replete with research, lit reviews, creating lessons. . .
Where is Jesus when I'm feeling this way? It's been difficult to settle my thoughts and really ponder this without getting upset.
The truth is: He is right here even when I can't feel Him. He comforts because that's what He does. He binds up the broken-hearted and saves those crushed in spirit. He is strength in weakness. He loves with an all-consuming love that gives me purpose. He is good. He is the opposite of all the broken-down ick-iness that leaves us feeling hollow. He fills us with life and brings us back from the dead.
That's my prayer for myself and for anyone who asks.
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