Good Medicine

One time I was really sick and I went to the doctor and was given some antibiotics. By the next day I was feeling way better, and I thought maybe I had been premature in calling the doctor. Of course, the ironic thing about that is that I was feeling better because of the antibiotics, which I got from the doctor. Have you ever had that experience? 

A similar thing happened to me last week. I was suffering terribly with homesickness. You, dear readers, were my doctors, and your prayers and encouragement were my antibiotics. I awoke Wednesday morning feeling quite cheerful, and by the afternoon I was thinking maybe I had been premature in writing about my homesickness. I doubt, though, that I would have been feeling nearly so well had I not wiritten that post and received so much encouragement. So, to every one who commented or sent me personal messages, or just prayed for me: thank you!

This is a two-fold lesson the Lord has been teaching me time and again in the last several years; 

1. In my weakness, He is strong.

2. When I am transparent about my weaknesses, I find that others will either be encouraged or will encourage me, or both. 

In other news, the last week has gone quite smoothly. I have been in much higher spirits, and have been feeling better physically.  I've been making a point of doing something each day that makes me feel like me.  Some things that I love doing are: making teeny tiny things out of paper, drawing, knitting, and geeking out about psychology and theology. I'm happy to report that I had opportunities to do each of those things. I've also gotten to help Omte with some gum paste elements for a few cakes, which gives me the opportunity to make pretty things and be helpful; two more things I love doing. 

Please do continue to pray for me.  We have reached the end of semester at the college, and I will be off from teaching until October 25th. My parents will be visiting from the 7th to the 26th, and much of that time will be spent traveling around and visiting friends. In the meantime, I have a tendency to get lonely and depressed when I don't have any responsibilities. I have no doubt God will fill my time and put me right where He wants me, but I also want the strength to be able to be content with Him in the stillness. 

I'll just end by saying it again, because I can't say it too much: thank you!