Ever wanted to fail a test so that “whatever” you had could be fixed? Well, I called my doctor for the report I have been waiting for. I have many things going wrong in my body. I won’t bore you with the details. Except that I despise what is happening to my body but it is the only body I have. Attitude adjustments are necessary and necessary often.
The blood tests were all within normal limits. If I had an old wall phone I would have slammed the receiver down at the speed of light rate to match how fast my attitude took a dive. Normal? Give me a break. So what are these crazy symptoms? Multiple Sclerosis can affect any area, any function that your nervous system affects. I’d like to use my imagination…for something better than what can go wrong with my body. The other doctor told me if this test was normal, another specialize doctor and more torture tests are needed. (Well, okay I threw in the word “torture”).
I sense my thoughts’ going down a dark road of woe is me. I realized I took my helmet off that protects my head. All the negative thoughts that used to bounce off my head were penetrating my mind. I repented and took the helmet of salvation and secured it back on my head. What am I going to do Oh LORD? I don’t want to think about more tests, more pain, more challenges… The thought came lightning fast:
Ephesidans 6:16 With all of these, take the shield of faith, with which you will be able to quench all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.
18 Pray in the Spirit at all times in every prayer and supplication. To that end keep alert and always persevere in supplication for all the saints
During the tough times when all I can see is me; it is due time to look for others who are hurting and reach out to them. It matters not if they have a hang nail compared to the pain I have. What matters is that I reach out beyond myself to help someone who is hurting. That is what Jesus would do. When I reached out to another one with a broken heart, my pain didn’t go away. But the joy of touching another’s live with the real hope and joy in the midst of our circumstances not only mended her broken heart, but I regained perspective. This life is not about me and it never has been. It is about sharing the prevailing hope we have in Christ when life hurts…because this life is but a vapor and ONE DAY everything we thought was unfair, unjust, too much to bear …will be worth it all and so much more.