I have a bigger, fancier nativity scene thanks to one of those awesome garage sale buys, but this tiny one predates it, taking me back to the struggling days of single motherhood. We had a little apartment, therefore little decorations suited. I still put it out as a reminder of what He can do with small things. Thought a picture of it here also suited perfectly. ☺
I have recently been dealing with one of the really not-so-thrilling sides of my physical woes.
Not that any are thrilling, mind you. 😏
And, oh, how I hate talking about it!
But, we’ve established I go where He directs, so…
We’ll start here:
There are so, so many components to EDS, several of which I deal with to varying degrees. And every case has it’s own face on it.
But, this particular struggle I am most coping with presently begins with a rude awakening in the night. My head has somehow shifted from its much needed, princess-and-the-pea style propped position and plunged itself into a violently swimming vortex via my inner ear fritzes.
It’s really but a few moments of vertigo. It feels a little foolish at times to be so frightened of it. However, it is intense enough I find myself scrambling for something stable to grab onto.
Usually it’s my dear slumbering husband who has been through this with me enough times to respond with tenderness, even in his half-awake state, along with a tight grip of his own to let me know he’s got me.
In this way, he also lets me know that I’m not really falling off the edge of the world, even though it feels like it at the time.
It’s much appreciated, let me tell you! Everyone needs a solid rock to cling to when the earth is shaking.
And, as I sit here in the aftermath of day-long malaise, weak as a newborn colt, body and brain still unsure of my every movement, I am reminded of how much this reflects the Christian life.
Didn’t necessarily feel like writing, but I’ll use it.
Scratch that-I’ll allow God to use it. 🙂
There are times-lots of times-when we feel like we are about the weakest, silliest thing in creation.
Powerless to make a move.
But, that is when we must remember He who chose to come down to earth to inhabit a fragile newborn vessel.
To further inhabit us with His perfect wisdom and strength when ours is gone.
It’s not a Christmas verse, per se, but I think on it now in that He didn’t come in the imposing frame anticipated by us finite folks, a fact which I love:
But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. 1 Corinthians 1:27 NIV
If ever a verse lifts my scrawny little soul, this is one.
The truth we cannot do it in our own pitiful power sounds so negative to the pull-it-up-by-your-own-bootstraps world, but, truly, it’s just… freeing!
Because, to acknowledge we aren’t supposed to be able to do this on our own is what can ultimately provide us with authentic, lasting strength.
And the realization He can yet use us if we but take all these pathetic scraps we possess to Him is nothing short of incredible!
It’s a marvel, but, you know, the more I know the Lord, the more I see it is to His express delight to take the outwardly unexceptional and breathe the breath of life into it.
To reach out His steadying hand to those of us who wobble.
And speak the comfort that needs no words:
No, my child, you aren’t falling off the edge of the world. I’ve got you. All you’ve got to do is hold onto Me.
Blessings and prayers, friends! May you rest in His strength this season and always!