I was recently in the hospital for 4 days and 3 nights. I was supposed to “rest” in the most un-relaxed facility America has created. I came out, not feeling healthy or stronger, but in a slump. When will I be able to thrive? Before I was admitted I was working on travel goals, dreaming about getting my education back on track, and starting to seriously write again. I felt defeated. Will health be a chain for the rest of my time here on this Earth? Here’s what I know: I’m better than that.
Better than a job. Better than poor health. Better than depression. Better than temptations. Better than that. (Whatever that may be in the current season of life.)
Because I am chosen. Chosen to be better.
I’ve always said whatever health I have is a testimony to God. If I may have healing to display His awesome powers let it be. If I may carry out joy and love despite physical pain let it be. It’s time I remember this.
Just because I’m not doing (what I consider) awesome things in my life doesn’t mean I’m not thriving. Thriving plants are rooted so they can survive all sorts of conditions- theoretically I suppose I actually know nothing about plants. But with their roots deep they are able to go through seasons… hold on through the bad and grow in the good. And what I’m seeing is for me to be rooted, is for me to be content. Contentment in where God has me and who God has made me. Challenging, but the more I press into this the more other worries melt away.
I’m still in a slump, but God is so good. Stronger and more of driving factor than any slump will ever be.
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say: It is well, it is well with my soul. -Hymn