Simply because I’m a Christian, and because I dress a bit more conservatively than others and try not to swear in public, there’s a very big misconception about me and many others who also call themselves Christians- that we’re perfect, and have perfect lives. HA! While we know there’s eternal life in heaven coming when we die, we were never promised perfect lives on earth- and it takes nothing more than a new house, an upcoming wedding, and some student loans to demonstrate this lesson in my own life.
I had the unfortunate luck to get a concussion about a month ago. That’s right- hit my head, spin backwards, then forget just about everything except for the fact that EVERYONE IS LOOKING AT ME WEIRD. Bad timing, really, especially since this was the final week of rehearsals for a community musical I was in, plus I was trying to clean out my bedroom at my parent’s house so my brother, sister-in-law, and their three kids would have a place to stay when they visited. Instead of being a good little busy-bee, I was grounded on the couch with nothing to do except imitate a beached whale. Every time I moved, I must have looked like a person on some psychedelic drug and I forgot just about everything told to me. Needless to say, it was a terrible, awful week, and even now, some symptoms are still present from that stupid concussion…I cried, I was stressed, and the more stressed I got, the sicker I got (Weird how that happens. My advice is to always listen to what the doctors say! I really should try that someday…). While it was a nasty bit of time in my life, far from perfect as many may think, God helped me through! I’ll admit, I was more like the desperate Psalmists being angry with God, instead of the ever-praising-Biblical-stereotype, but God still delivered me from trouble anyway.
When I was ready and able to actually stand without swaying like a drunken sailor, I went over to our new house (that is still so neat to be able to say!) and employed my long-hidden skill of spackling, or patching holes in our walls. I would say I am a first-rate spackler, and the good news is that there are many, many holes in our walls- it makes me wonder just how clumsy the former occupants really were…The funny thing is, my life feels like those walls. I have so many holes, and bad times that I really need help with, and God is my ever-present spackler! When I hit my head through the wall in my own life, God carefully patched me up- he’s there when things are great, and even when things feel like they can’t get worse.
Thank God!
-Stephanie
Ancient Living 