When I look at my children and husband at the start of 2018, my eyes well up with tearful gratitude, especially as I consider how close I came to forfeiting my blessings because of poor choices.
I have a confession to make. This is perhaps the perfect public place to do it, so here…HERE…I go:
For many years one area of my life has frequently been far from flourishing. In fact, recently a college friend shared after I detailed my recent health scare:
“Marissa, you’ve never really prioritized your health.”
Admittedly, I would oscillate from fast to eating binge, even fasting sleep, my friends. I hadn’t been caring for my postpartum body as I should. And what do you know!? My health took a dovetail. It was no good.
I lost my footing.
I teetered on the precipice of bad health for a while, especially after giving birth to baby Judah. I wasn’t eating, drinking, or sleeping adequately and I took a great fall. Thankfully, unlike Humpty Dumpty, my “great fall” was redeemable.
“The King,” and His “horsemen” (God and some wonderful friends, family, and physicians) helped put my postpartum health back together again as I welcomed their loving care, wisdom and prayer.
My feet are grounded on wisdom’s floor, no longer teetering on a “wall,” bracing myself for another fall. I’m sleeping, eating, and drinking as I should.
All this to share that when one or more parts of our three-tiered health (spirit, body, soul) is out-of-wack, it opens us up to spiritual attack. (Refer to WHY i HAD TO DIE)
The airlines instructions for what to do once air pressure drops and masks fall from their compartments resonates with me for this reason. I must secure my mask before attempting to help others to secure theirs.
I require air…too, so secure this mother’s mask first is what I must do.
I’ve taken a hard blows to my health, but my recovery has come with unused wisdom FINALLY dusted off a proverbial shelf. I’ve heard it said from the pulpit that “anything left unmanaged will become a liability,” and that’s the truth I lived out…unfortunately.
I say “lived” because that’s in the past. By God’s grace, I’m on a steady incline towards thriving in health at last.
I choose to view my future with hope.
Physicians, family and friends,
threw me a much-needed life rope.
They helped me to see that all isn’t lost.
I’m better than before,
though better health came at a cost.
Nothing can keep me from moving forward into my brighter days.
I have God to thank for my faith,
with both hands raised with praise.
Raised also in surrender to the Giver of life.
Thankful for the renewed joy of being His child,
a mother, daughter, sister, friend and wife.
Thriving is about body, soul and spirit,
and so long I have neglected one.
My body needed tending to,
because illness (in any facet) is no fun.
I thank God for the wisdom in which I now live,
for to be in good health equips me to better GIVE.
As you purpose to thrive in 2018, one thing is true:
We each have room for thriving growth. Where’s that room for you? Is it body, soul or Spirit. What’s it for you today? Then (like me) ask God and friends for help along the thriving way.
Besides, we were made to THRIVE and not merely survive each (2018) day.
UPDATE: It was a journey towards healing…healing in two tiers. I was open to attack because my soul gave in to pride&fear. I wasn’t thinking clearly. The enemy was certainly involved. He took advantage of my body&soul weakness, BUT GOD…BUT GOD…BUT GOD. BUT GOD!
Want to hear my “BUT GOD” story? Read why God gets all the glory: WHY i HAD to DIE.