February 26, 2007

  • Yes, we are His children

    Hey, y'all! I've been scarce for about a week now, nursing a very painful abscess. Pain killers can't get through the infection, so it was pretty much a matter of toughing it out till it ran its course. I'll definitely be checking out Belladonna 30x and whatever other alternatives are out there, just in case I ever have to go through anything like that again.

    Anyhow, one night, as I sat up trying to breathe just right and keep any little draft of cool air off my face, I turned on the radio for a distraction. I don't know who was talking, but his message hit right at my front door. The first thing I heard was how Job, after losing everything, tore his robe and shaved his head, then fell down upon the ground and worshipped. WoW! I hit the floor right then and there.

    It got me to thinking, as well, about my selfish attitude. Like a little child with a scraped knee, I ran to Daddy for comfort and healing. How many times over the past week did I cry out for relief, disappointed that it wasn't coming quicker? I caught myself once in mid-sentence... 'Lord, please take away this pain and heal this infection, so I can get back to...' To what exactly?! Just as a little child, I wanted Daddy to make it all better so I could go back out and play. Goodness, it's a wonder He doesn't just zap me with some kind of pain every day, just so I'll come to Him and spend a little of my precious time with Him. I am now determined to reprogram my thinking. Next time, I want to say, 'Lord, please heal me so I can get back to sitting peacefully at Your feet and abiding in Your Word. The playground can wait.'

    Y'all have a JESUS-filled day! ^i^

     

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