Things are hoppin’ here at school – and I expect posts to be quite sporadic for the next couple of months. But when inspiration strikes…there’s no ignoring it! It’s funny where that inspiration comes from sometimes, though.
I adore metaphors. I really believe that I actually comprehend a concept much better when I can translate it into a metaphor – and I’m sure I’m not the only one. Just like inspiration, sometimes it’s pretty interesting what causes a metaphor to construct itself in my mind.
So today. Boyfriend and are I texting, and I ask him if he’s been to the store yet to get some meds for his icky cold. I’ve given him a couple of ideas of things he could pick up to hopefully ease the symptoms and get him back to feeling better soon. But the thing is, he’s been working overtime for the last couple of weeks, and when he gets off work, he just wants to go home. I don’t blame him one bit!
But part of me gets frustrated. I’ve told him what I think will help him feel better, and all he has to do is go to the store. He knows these things would probably help him, but he’s just exhausted…the couch is is friend right now. I would go get medicine for him, except for that whole distance thing…Seattle and Northwest Montana aren’t exactly close.
I mulled this around in my mind for a bit, feeling almost helpless, wondering if I should ask my mom to intervene (*Super mom*!) or what.
And please note: This is not a “boyfriend rant”. It’s part of the metaphor – just keep reading!
And then the metaphor (thus inspiration) struck.
At the times when I’ve struggled the most with this Eating Disorder (ED), boyfriend (and family, friends, and so forth) has been far away, watching and listening to my battles, giving me ideas, tips, advice, guidance etc. When someone deals with ED, it’s like working overtime, and they just get tired…and don’t always want to do things to help them become healthier, even though they know it’s for the best. They just get tired. Trust me, I know this.
With all of this in mind, I think I finally understand what my loved ones back home have felt for the past couple years that I’ve been dealing with ED. Just like my supports back home, I felt somewhat helpless and frustrated that I could only offer words and prayers, no “tangible” actions.
And to take this one step further…
God gave us the perfect medicine for all of the struggles we face in life. No, accepting Him doesn’t remove our struggles, but it does allow us to spend eternity with him – and having a relationship with him is probably the greatest comfort through anything we face.
But here’s the thing. He watches us, knowing exactly what we need, giving us all the tools to get it, but we have to actually do something about it – accept what He has to give. We work hard, we get stressed, we get tired, and sometimes, we know that we just need to go and get – or accept – the remedy He freely offers. We just have to do it. That’s it.
And after we accept Him, He continues to be our remedy if we only let Him. How awesome is that?!
You know that stress I talked about in my last post? I need to accept God’s continuous remedy daily. The stress probably won’t vanish, and I’ll still have to work, but that work won’t be under my own strength (Philippians 4:13) It’s like honey to the sore throat 🙂
God is the remedy – the healer – if we’d just let him.
If you have any questions about what I’ve written here, just drop me a note 🙂
Have a blessed week!