Trying to reinvent myself when I am sick and can barely breathe seems a daunting task indeed. Just as I began feeling inner turmoil and insulted by God for sidelining me as it seems He has done, a slight revelation pierced my heart.
Actually, the piercing thing was the pleurisy–but nonetheless, God did send a message; and one that was loud and clear.
Slow the heck down!
Not in a chastising or shameful manner, but in quiet, gentle tones of a loving Father concerned for his daughter. “Slow down, allow yourself to rest and allow Me to work on healing you inside and out.”
But I don’t sit still. I can’t. I am too obsessive compulsive to do such things, I whine to Him.
“Exactly,” which is why I can speak to you now, because you have no choice, but to rest.
I am a slow study for sure, and oftentimes need it all spelled out in colorful pictures.
My lesson for today is just to Be.
Be at peace.