Mercies - each new day
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I'm always overwhelmed by the response to requests for prayer when I post them to face book. Within moments of posting I am covered in prayer by sisters and brother's in Christ from around the world.
The vertigo attack that I posted about yesterday evening wasn't a false alarm. It was shaping up to be a nasty one, and then it didn't continue. I posted to face book, fed the baby his rice cereal as quickly as he would take it down and then started a movie for the boys and laid on the rug with Luke until Josh could get home. One blessing is that it was at the end of his work day, so he was going to be on his way home soon anyway.
I was able to take a hot bath, pull the laundry off the line and sit with Josh for a few minutes before bed. The attack was not debilitating at all. I laid in bed wondering if I'd jumped the gun calling it an "attack". I was reassured that I did not jump the gun at all, that it was indeed at "attack". There was intercession and He had mercy and stopped the attack.
It's much more beautiful that way.
The way he told me he chose to use that prayer that I asked for.
My shell this morning tells me I did have an attack. I'm worn out - winded from going up a few stairs. I have the all too familiar residual vertigo and hissing in my left ear.
Weak shell.
It's reacting to something that isn't right, we just don't know what or how to help it.
That's how I choose to view it, anyway. Not as a hopeless disease that I was hastily diagnosed with 4 1/2 years ago, but as a reaction to something that my body doesn't like.
Maybe it's just denial.
Even if it is - even if I DO have the disease, there's something causing it. There's something triggering it. Three times now it's been at it's worse within months of delivering a baby. Allergens in the air seem to make it worse. Certain things I eat seem to make it worse.
It's exhausting and scary.
I woke up to this this morning. This artistic promise that with each new rising of the sun comes new mercies.
What a beautiful thing, indeed!
We are praying for complete healing. He may choose to restore now, while I have this earthly shell that seems to be failing. He may choose to wait and restore me when we will all be restored - when we finally get to be whole and perfect the way He designed us to be. When we rejoice with Him in perfect peace for all of time.
It's no surprise that I'd prefer complete restoration here on earth. And the sooner the better.
But he sees the grand view. He sees what none of us can. We trust and believe I will be healed, and whenever that happens, it will bring Him great glory.