'Your Word is a lamp to my feet
and a light for my path.'
Psalm 119:105 (niv)
OK, it is obvious to me now...I am going
to survive this thing!
I actually went back to work today. Yes,
I had to 'ice'my swollen eyes first thing
this morning. They are always swollen shut
after sleeping all night. ONLY since this
And of course I had to put my shades on,
the BIG ones, the ones that wrap all
around my face, hiding the bruises
and the swelling, and the incisions.
It was a little weird, though, as it was
very cloudy today. But even that little
bit of light is painful to my eyes right
now. And I do not want people to see me
without the glasses, because I don't want
there to be a scene straight out of
Nightmare on Elm Street, started by the
sight of ME! Can you imagine people running
into the streets, screaming and crying, as
they see me in my present condition?
Well, no, it's not really THAT bad....
but sounds exciting, doesn't it???
I made it through the day. Good news at
work; my program is fixed, so work is
easier, even though I have alot of
catching up to do. But I was able to
hunker down and 'git 'er done'! Took ice
with me in case I needed to use it at
lunch, but surprise! I lasted the whole
day without it! Good sign!
So I am thinking, being back in the
somewhat 'normalcy' of my life, that I
must be pretty tough after all, a Yankee
with a stash of courage, a Trooper of
a Gal, a Southern Belle who survived the
'wahr', or something like that. Giving
myself a pat on the back, if you will.
But then something, or Somebody, whispers
in my ear....'You didn't do it...I did'.
Yes, He did. Not me. I am weak where He
is strong. I am faithless, while He is
faithful. I am in the flesh while He is
in the Spirit. I can do nothing apart
from Him. I cannot grow fruit if I am
not part of the Vine. I don't shine
without His Light. It goes on and on
This is not the worst thing that
could happen to me. In fact, I have
been very seriously ill a couple of
times. Worse than this, much worse.
And there are those who suffer terrible
disease, and have crippling accidents;
those who go totally blind, and those
who lose all their mobility. I have
experienced none of those things. Yet,
it was still difficult for me. Reminds
me that He cares for us, in the little
things, and in the big things. If it
matters to us, it matters to Him.
God is indeed the lamp to my feet...
I would stumble and fall if He did not
show the way. The road in front of
me may be a little intimidating, but
He shines His Light in front of me,
making sure I land safely at it's end.
He is my Jehovah Rapha, the Great
Healer. He has brought me through
this last week by His grace, His mercy,
and His love. He has extended patience
to me while I whined, He has held my
hand while I shook with fear, and He
has patted my back when I decided to
be strong in His strength. He heals
my body, and He comforts my soul. I
cannot ask for more...but He offers
Take stock of experiences you have had
over your lifetime. Did you have to
lean on God to get through? Or did you
accomplish that in your strength alone?
Did you cry out to Him for mercy, and
then received it? Or did you simply
push on through and not even
acknowledge that you needed Him?
It makes no difference, really. What
I mean is, even if you will not call
on Him, even if you do not give Him
the credit for your 'survival', He is
STILL the one in control. It was still
His choice of the outcome you would
receive. He is, after all, God. Give
Him praise and glory now, whether your
incident was 50 years ago or just this
week. Because He is the One who brought
you, and me, through our 'thing'!