So. My last post detailed a wonderful, spirit-renewing vacation in the keys, Just What The Dr. Ordered (in this case the “Dr” being God.)
It was ocean breezes, sunshine and bliss. Yes! I felt ready to live and enjoy life again!
I left something out. The story did not end there.
That’s not all God wanted to show me — he took special care to drop some serious logic on me by serving-up some pretty serious awakenings.**
By the last day of my trip I was completely SPENT. EXHAUSTED. WEAK. DIZZY. NOT WELL.
And very scared.
I’m talking — I can barely crawl…CERTAINLY cannot drive home…contemplating a visit to the ER…YUCK.
I figured out, I was severely dehydrated and had to spend the next two days marooned in the condo moving from bed to recliner to bed again. I over-did it.
I realize that I am suffering complete disillusion of proper health. I noticed when I was with my friends that I had a marked lack of vitality compared to them. Less energy and strength.
And then, when I got so sick — I was forced to recognize the fact that I AM NOT WELL, and I AM IN DANGER.
My mom said “your body is tiny — the sun takes it out of you really fast.”
How much longer before THE LIFE is taken out of me…”really fast?”
I am scared.
SO…I did what I felt God telling me to do. My first step was to start attending the meetings I had been “meaning to go to” and to try to book a nutritionist. I am also fervently praying for God’s help.
And…so far…so far. I know I am doing the right things and for now that is the best I can do.
It’s been two weeks and I am not sure what will come next but….SOMETHING needs to change.
I am the only one who can make that happen.
And, God? I’m listening for my next orders.
**It was as if he waited until I was in a good mood so that I could fully contemplate the message, ya know?