Tuesday, September 9, 2014
It's true. I've been thinking how God creates beautiful things out of dirt and filth. Some may look at a tray of watercolors and see just a tray of watercolors, but in my mind's eye I see all the possibilities of things I can create with those hues. I love that God's vision is so extensive. We see so little, we dream so small. He creates and recreates. He takes messes and fashions them into masterpieces. He is the ultimate Artist.
Are there areas in your life where you have seen Him make beautiful things out of dust? Are there areas where you are asking for His transformation?
Most regular readers know that my marriage was a train wreck until God transformed it... almost overnight... and brought my husband and I into the knowledge of His saving grace at the same time. I have seen God do all sorts of healing works in many different areas— with my children, with my friends, with my husband's health.
I'm currently praying for complete healing. Will you join me? I feel like my body is falling apart. Twelve years of pregnancy, nursing, and such have exhausted my body because I did not take proper care of it. These last few years I've been really working to restore my health, but there are some things I feel are "too far gone" and need the healing, miraculous touch of Jesus. Will you pray for me?
While I am feeling better than when I first realized I had adrenal fatigue, I am still struggling through it. I am often tempted to take the easy route when it comes to food because I don't have a lot of energy (plus I have a wicked sweet tooth). My teeth are suffering as they have become frail and nutrient deprived since, even though I brush and rinse and do coconut oil rinses, I neglected to take vitamins and minerals seriously. My body had a hard time absorbing them due to my diet (grains/legumes hinder absorption) and my pregnancies and nursing depleted what I was able to absorb.
My organs are suffering as well. They literally ache.
I have abused my body. It is my fault, mostly because I was ignorant so many of those years, not fully understanding that what I ate really mattered. But I believe God heals even the wounds we have made ourselves.
It's hard for me to write this because... well, I feel pretty stupid. But, I know I'm not the only one going through this. Will you join in praying for me? Can I pray for you as well?