Over the past couple of days, I have been reflecting upon the events in my life over the past three years. My doctor (my primary healthcare provider as I now have too many doctors to count) and I joke about how I have been sliced, diced (surgery), pickled (chemo) and fried (radiation)s. My physical body apparently decided that wasn't enough fun so a cerebral "explosion" occurred a little over a year ago. That was a bad idea it seems for it appears there is still clean up work going on...
Seriously, over the past three years I have been hit physically and now, due to those issues, it appears that "mentally" I have been hit as well. I am glad that who I am in Christ is not dependent upon my physical health nor on how well my brain thinks. It is dependent upon the love, grace and mercy of God!
Can we truly get to that point where we understand, really understand that the love God has for us is not based on what we have or don't have? It is not based upon the mood we are in or even if we are in our right mind. It doesn't matter if we have malfunctioning or even completely broken parts. God loves us simply because we are, well... "us".
My heart is breaking at the moment as I watch my husband go through yet another "issue" because of me... as navigating life becomes just a bit more rough. If you were to ask him, he'd rather be in this battered and leaky boat we call "our life" with me... then in a powerful, comfortable cruise ship without me. That's called love, you know. It loves no matter what!
Despite all the slicing, dicing, pickling, frying and explosions, I have to tell you. I am sitting here with a heart overflowing with thanksgiving. I do not know what the future holds for me in this world but then again... neither do you!
What I do know is this... I am not facing it alone and I can overcome anything which comes against me, through our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
A man name Henry Smith had been following Christ since he was a child. However, while in college, he had an encounter with God which diverted the course his life was on. He decided to go to seminary.
He had to leave seminary before completing his education because you see, he had developed a degenerative eye disease and was losing his sight. Wait a minute! Wasn't he doing what God asked him to do? And he ends up going blind? We don't like that idea, do we. Things aren't supposed to happen that way.
After returning home, he discovered that even in the darkness of winter, there was a summer in his soul which was invincible because of Christ. He penned these words:
Give thanks with a grateful heart; Give thanks to the Holy One, Give thanks because Hes given Jesus Christ His Son. And now, let the weak say, "I am strong" Let the poor say "I am rich" Because of what the Lord has done for us.
When I think about what the Lord has done for me, I cannot help but give thanks. What about you?
You O Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light. Ps. 18:28