Picture this: You're laying in bed listening to the rain falling just outside your window. You're cosy and warm. Where your arms are over the covers, you almost feel an icy wind softly blowing over them. You can feel the gentle weight of a pillow covering your face. As the sound of the rain gets louder, you realise there's another sound competing to be heard. A soft ringing in your ears, wanting to deafen you to the sound of rain, the sound that makes you feel most at home. As you try to move your arms back under the heated shelter of your blanket, they feel heavy, and your muscles almost feel like you still need to learn how to use them. Suddenly, your stomach makes a turn, your heart starts beating faster, and you're slightly short of breath as you remember your neck clicked in a very unusual spot just before you fell asleep. The world around you doesn't exist now. Now, you live in your mind, you're captivated by the fearful thoughts that "maybe somet...
I have been so obsessed with my physical healing and when that would come that I've come to a place where I hate my body. I know "hate" is a very strong word and probably not the most accurate to use at this moment. Let's see ... Greatly dislike. Detest. Loathe. Despise. I have come to greatly dislike my body. Whenever I go to the Dr for whatever the reason may be, and we discover a new symptom or something new that we need to treat, the dislike grows deeper. I was reading Psalm 103 tonight and found an old note I made while I was still in high school. The note read: "Why are we on earth? To honour and praise the Lord daily. Through every circumstance, in every area of our lives, to praise the Lord. Through our praise and our seeking Him out, we discover more of who He is." He forgives our sins. Heals all our diseases. Redeems us from the pit. He crowns us with love and compassion. He satisfies our desires with good things. The Lord works ...