How Are You Wired and Put Together?
by Marijo Phelps "I will praise Thee,for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; marvelous are Thy works; that my soul knoweth right well." (Psalm 139:14) I have thought about this verse a lot lately in relation to the Golden Years. My Dad used to say that the Golden Years were not all they were cracked up to be as health issues began to take over his life. Lately I have had blood sugar, blood pressure, arthritis and other autoimmune issues. Not to mention the thyroid going bonkers and needing to be nuked, various and sundry cysts and lipomas. Well, I think you are getting the picture and that list goes on and on and on. Yep, we are fearfully and wonderfully made, now if I could just figure out what that really means to me. My latest discovery includes the list (pages and pages that the pharmacist nor MD seem to be aware of but my body sure is) of meds that make your blood sugar zoom upwards. Seems like many of my wonderful blood pressure meds are on that list. So, we fix the blood pressure only to have the blood sugar zip out of control and then you get "metabolic syndrome", and it becomes even more tedious. I need some answers to all of this even if I have to "go figure" for myself. I came to the conclusion that you do what you can with asking God for wisdom and then dialoging with your health care providers. After that you change your focus. The following is what I came up with. THY HANDS FASHIONED AND MADE ME I see another wrinkle Around my eye One more smile line? The clocks ticking faster as the calendar counts More gray hairs I find Jogging's a drag But my clothes don't fit Even when I lose pound by pound My crazy body's rearranged What used to be up slipped down New aches here and there Which I never had Before I could go on and on But somehow I know there's more Lord, You're not bound By place, dimension Or time It surely isn't my earthly body You're working to make Thine 'Cuz You've promised In Your Word Written in many a place You'll give us glorified bodies When we meet you face to face You allow The falling apart that's taking a toll on me To polish up my rough cut soul And draw me closer to Thee A complete creation, I wasn't at birth Nor even at 53 Perhaps not until Death comes around To set your servant free Thanks for helping me Refocus in You By knocking at my vanity By destroying some of my self concern You helped me look at Thee "Thy hands fashioned and made me, Now thou dost ....destroy me." Thy servant Job wrote down. All those many years ago, I believe the key he found. Sand me, buff me, Destroy me To create A faithful, loving servant You'll greet at heaven's gate! Come visit my blog! http://myincrediblelord.blogspot.com (C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits. About Self Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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