Everything happens for a reason...
Everything happens for a reason?
I started to believe and hold onto this Monday night in the emergency room while waiting for my IV antibiotics to finish.
Earlier that evening, my dear friend finally talked sense into me and brought me to Abbotsford emergency as I was having severe lower back pain, weakness, and was running a fever. I was scared to admit something might be going on that was more than just food poisoning (I had sushi on Friday that I thought was off so obviously put all my symptoms on that). Wednesday I was supposed to be flying to Guatemala on a short term missions trip with a group from my university and so I figured I should make sure things were under control before going - not thinking they would tell me not to go...
|Note the Guatemalan pants!|
My friend asked me what was the worst thing it could be and my mind didn't go to the absolute worsts (like cancer or back to Chronic Fatigue - at least that night). My mind went to a bad kidney infection in which I would need IV antibiotics for.
So when that is actually what they did for me, I realized it wasn't good. I probably wouldn't be going to the country that held a special piece of my heart.
I was sick.
And God was making this happen for a reason? Purposefully stopping me from going to Guatemala?
Why would He make this happen to me? Force sickness on me, again, when I felt like I was following His will?
And as the days have progressed, with more tests (including a CT to rule out kidney stones), more medications, and more doctors in the ER, I began to realize that this wasn't true. Sure in the long run, reason can and probably will come from this but the truth is, sickness, pain, and death are not of Him.
So instead I chose (and continue to choose) to hold onto this truth instead:
And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose (Romans 8:28)I can believe that good will come of out this. I can trust He is working in and through this - not that He caused this per say but is using this for good. And not my own good necessarily but His good, the greater good, and my spiritual good.
And to be honest, I already have learned from this. That I was falling back to my own ways. Saying yes to too much. Feeling like the more I did, the better. If I was gasping for air, all the better. Because that meant I was doing a lot for Him right? Reaching beyond myself and to others...
But now that I am forced to stop and truly breathe... Inhale Him and His goodness and peace and exhale Grace... I recognize that in the gasping, I was breathing on my own. Not relying on His breath. His air to fill my lungs.
So now, in the forced rest, I am trying to let go and just rest in Him. Let go of people-pleasing and instead focus on just pleasing Him. Letting go and letting God.
Letting Him do a work greater than I could ever imagine.
Thankfully I am now off the IV and can be taking oral antibiotics and strong pain medication at home, as they were able to rule out kidney stones, or worse. So I'm praying that in this time He would transform my mind and heal my body.
That it would be His breath in my lungs, now and forever.