If Your Feed Don't Work,
Use Your WINGS!
Fleta R. Robinson
The diagnosis troubled me. Long ago I'd had the same problem – but that was years and years ago. Over. Done with. Never to return, right? Wrong.
When I heard it this morning from a doctor I trusted I felt like spilled milk looks – a mess. Something to clean up and discard.
Surely not. Surely not. Again? NO. I want to refuse this diagnosis, but I can't.
Tears come, but I attempt a smile. "No big deal," I try to con myself. Millions of people have worse problems. Why do I react this way? I then recall a friend whose life is so "unraveled" because of the medicine for this condition, and I recoil. I am afraid, very much afraid. Then Jesus speaks to me gently with a fragment of a lilting song that I've appreciated for years (I'm sorry I don't know its composer.)
"We are our Heavenly Father's children And we all know that He loves us one and all, YES! . . . and He knows, Yes He knows, Yes He knows Just how much we can bear."
The matter settles into a realistic context. The fear is gone. I think of what He bore for me, for all of us – the Cross. His death and resurrection was for us that we might LIVE. Not just here physically on earth, but when we meet Him on His terms, ALIVE forevermore with Him.
The current diagnosis becomes a He-will-help-me-handle-it situation. Thank You, Lord! (We have a chicken with an injured foot, but it can still fly over the fence.)
Thank You, God, for sometimes giving our spirit WINGS!
Update (months later):
I didn't have to use that medication after all. The suspected problem did not develop. Thank you, Heavenly Father!
"For our present troubles are quite small and won't last very long, yet they produce for us an immeasurably great glory that will last forever! So we don't look at the trouble we can see right now; rather we look forward to what all have not yet seen. For the troubles we see will soon be over, but the joys to come will last forever." II Corinthians 4:17-18 (NLT)