Ok. I'm having health problems. There. I said it. I've been avoiding having to say it "out loud", but here I am, in the hospital. They're trying to figure out what's wrong once and for all and hopefully, fix the problem or at least keep it from being too much of a nuisance. Anyway, I've been put on a med that causes severe headaches...then the headaches cause nausea (ad nauseum!?). So. I get something for the headache -- acetaminophen. And I get something for the nausea. So one leads to another, leads to another, lol....
Here's the kicker. A nurse just came in and gave me some oral meds - no problem. She then held up two syringes. I held up my arm with the IV connection. She said, "No." I said, "What? Where?" Of course, my first thought was the derriere, but noooooo. That would be too normal. She said, "Belly." I said, "WHAT?" She said, "Yeah."
So. For the first time in my life, I got a needle right next to my belly button. Actually, it wasn't too bad. The second one burned a bit, but oh well. THEN.
Then it felt like they were making hard little knots, not wanting to go anywhere, just sit right there and fight. It hurt like a... a... it hurt a lot. I made sure that I told the nurse that too. Still, I don't think she felt very bad, lol.
Another thing about being in the hospital is that the news gets around fairly quickly and the phone starts ringing off the hook and people start dropping by and I can forget any kind of continual rest! Oh, but the people are so sweet and kind. My pastor came by and visited and we prayed together. We had a chance to seek God's will in all things. Even this.
There are people on TV who say that God wants to heal you, that you should never have to be sick or wounded or suffer from any condition or disease. I say that God's strength is made perfect in my weakness, and when I am weak, He is strong. I am not praying for healing for this old, battered body. I am praying for God's power to shine through this frail temple, and that no matter what happens, that His glory is served above my own life.
One of my favorite Christian musicians is Keith Green. Although he died in a plane accident in 1982, his message - God's message lives on. One of his songs is called, "I Pledge My Head to Heaven". It starts out like this: "I pledge my head to heaven for the gospel. And I ask no man on earth to fulfill my needs." He goes on to pledge his wife, his son... to heaven for the sake of the gospel. And he prays that he always loves God even more than he loves them. He put everything in God's hands no matter what. God honored him, and continues to do so.
Why can't I love God that much? Why can't I be more committed to Him than to my own children? How can I possibly put my own comfort over the needs of others to hear the gospel of Jesus Christ?
Why can't you?
And that's the bottom line.
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