Ok, not gonna lie
This last diagnosis threw me for a loop
Labeled my day with words I cannot utter
And overwhelmed my soul.
So I am linking up today with Bonnie Gray’s Blog over at TheFaithBarista, to say that, yes,
I do want to learn more of what Jesus meant when He spoke these words in Matthew 26:
“My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death. Stay here and keep watch with me.”
He felt overwhelming sorrow. And He asked those first Jesus-Followers to stay with him there. I don’t know about you, but I don’t like staying in the overwhelming place!
The pains come and go for me. When they fall aside, I delight in the laughter of my little Grandbabies. I want to stay in the carefree place. When the days are light, I make my plans and dream about creating gifts again.
But when the Doctor pronounces the Fibromyalgia word, even though I am the one to breach the possibility, my heart stops.
Not my physical heart. No, my spiritual heart. …. NO.
No, Jesus, I told you I am tired! don’t want to WAIT any longer. I don’t want to STAY and face the overwhelming labels set before me.
But how can I not stay here with Him? He, who stayed until the nails pierced his hands, and bled out His last for me?
He tasted the overwhelming.
And He broke all the bonds that sin had invented. He stayed until
Until the price was paid for me. And my sins’ bonds are broken now too. I will find His LIFE.
But only if I wait….
“My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him. He only is my rock and my salvation: he is my defense; I shall not be moved. In God is my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God. Trust in him at all times; ye people, pour out your heart before him: God is a refuge for us. Selah.”
Wait . . . Stay . . .
A single Sensitive Fern awakening in the spring.
Here’s the link for TheFaithBarista #OneWordLent
2 thoughts on “Fibromyalgia: Another Diagnosis”
I'm so sorry you deal with fibromyalgia, Bettie. I don't know what the pain of fibromyalgia feels like, but I do know what it's like to suffer from chronic illness. Like you, I don't like to stay in the overwhelming place. 😦 This especially speaks to my heart – “But how can I not stay here with Him? He, who stayed until the nails pierced his hands, and bled out His last for me?” Sometimes when we can focus on what He has suffered for us, our own sufferings are so minimal, aren't they? May we wait on Him!
Thank you, Trudy. Yes, I am so thankful to be able to focus on Jesus during these times. And, to know that we aren't walking this way alone, helps so much too!! Blessings to you.