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Faith Filled Friday: Faith and Health

May 3, 2019

Back in my late twenties or early thirties, I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism. No big deal. Take a pill and continue on. Some years later my blood pressure became elevated, which necessitated adding a new medication. Again, no big deal. My dad had high blood pressure. Maybe it ran in the family? Cutting back on the salt and taking a pill were easy enough to do.
However, my blood pressure was uncooperative, so a second pill was needed. Before long, I had to start taking the first pill ordered twice a day to keep my blood pressure in a safe range.
I do not think I thought about my stress level, nor talking to God about my health back then. Because I was a nurse, I figured stress was a normal part of living and so were health problems. I talked to God about the things that I thought were a bigger deal – finances, my husband, my sons, my patients, and other family members and friends.
My health fell apart in 2009 when I was diagnosed with myasthenia gravis, fibromyalgia and epilepsy. All in the same year! I started praying hard. Too little, too late? Maybe. Those were not your “everyday” kind of problems. I had to quit work and live with daily pain. That was not what I had planned for my senior years!
I missed a lot of church because I could not drive and I was not sure I wanted to go anyway. Then Ms. Dannie came to my rescue. She lived nearby and drove past my house on her way to church. She was an elderly widow, and truly loved the Lord. She was at church every time the doors were open. I went with her on Sunday morning and to Ladies’ Prayer Meeting on Wednesday morning. She knew her Bible and often shared verses that helped me.
The other day I saw my doctor and was greatly disappointed when she had to increase my blood pressure and thyroid medications along with adding a new diagnosis. She said I was pre-diabetic, but would not label me a diabetic just yet. I have to take Metformin now. Next week, I have a nutrition class.
I was overwhelmed with all those new problems back in 2009, and here I was overwhelmed again. The medication changes did not worry me. The diabetes diagnosis is what scared me. I fussed at the Lord and told him it was not fair. I thought of the help Ms. Dannie would have been if the Lord had not called her home.
I complained. I did not bother to tell the Lord how much I appreciated that He had healed the fibro pain, or that I have not had a seizure since 2011, or that He directed me towards learning about magnesium. Instead, I complained and moped around the house. I decided magnesium was not the life-saver I thought it was.
The Lord reminded me of the Bible verses He had shown me awhile ago. I read them in the order that He had shown me the first time: 1 Corinthians 15:10 then 1 Corinthians 14:40. His grace is still with me, and He has everything in control. Those two verses lifted a huge load off my shoulders. Funny, how easy it is to forget that God has us in the palm of His hand. Even with those assurances, I still had a bit of worry and anger lingering around.
This morning, in Bible Study class, Lynda told me she had the same problem. She is also a nurse and I wish I could explain why her sharing helped me get over the last little hump of anger and worry, but I truly do not understand why. I thank the Lord that He is with me every step of the way.

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