Our Great Physician...

Yesterday, as I was hobbling and limping around the house and trying to follow my younger sisters as they played outside, I was never more thankful for the fact that my feet are normally healthy. Sure, this is painful. But I'll only have to put up with the pain for a few more days. Then I'll be able to return to my normal, active self. :-) Oh, how easy it is to take things for granted! Even feet.

I was also thinking *again* about the change that God has made in my life, as I remembered what my life was like a year ago. If I would have had to go through this situation with warts a year ago, I would have secretly looked forward to it. Why? Because I'd have a totally legitimate reason to lie around all day, or several days actually! What person living according to the flesh wouldn't look forward to that? Yes, it's painful. But it's a perfect excuse, something that lazy people dream about.

But, that's not me anymore! I was dreading this trip, knowing that I wouldn't be able to exercise (as I usually do) for at least 3 days. Not because I was worried about the scale, but because I really do enjoy exercising. Well, most of the time. :-) As I've said before, I enjoy the feeling afterward. It clears my brain and gives me a boost of energy! More so than a coffee drink or energy bar.
So, these past few days have been difficult. I hate sitting and not doing anything! I hate feeling unproductive and I don't like the fact that I can't help with some things around the house. It doesn't feel right, almost out of sorts. Getting a glimpse of the "old me" has made me bless the Lord more than ever for the change He's made in me!

Oh yes, this is a Friday, isn't it? I hobbled up to the scale this morning and took a few seconds to figure out a painless way to stand on it. I almost tumbled head first into our bathroom closet a few times, but I finally managed to stand in a twisted and delicately balanced position long enough for the scale to get an accurate reading. And this week, I was pleasantly surprised. I lost 3 pounds. Whoa! A few seconds of passed as I stood there in disbelief. How is that possible? I wasn't able to exercise for the past 2 days. I thought maybe I wasn't totally standing on the scale, that maybe some of my weight wasn't registering because of my awkward position, so I scooted around and checked again. And though I'm sure I resembled someone posing like a Greek statue with my arms "spread eagle" as I stood on my poor, worn out tiptoes, the scale again read that I weighed 174 pounds, a loss of 3 pounds.

Hallelujah! God has been gracious. He's helped me to overcome yet another obstacle in my path. An obstacle as silly as warts. And you know what? I think He enjoys that. He enjoys setting us free and helping us along in the ordinary, every day things just as much as when He breaks us free from a strong bondage that's been holding onto us for years. Why? Because He's omni-present, and He wants us to invite Him into every little area of our life. He wants us to bring our every need to Him. Yes, girlfriends - even our "warts"!

Maybe you don't have physical warts, but what about spiritual or emotional "warts"? Things that you've struggled with that just won't go away. Things that you've wrestled with and fought with, and simple "over-the-counter medications" (advice from friends or suggestions from a book) can't heal. You see, we tried everything to get rid of our physical warts. We tried the OTC meds, and we tried every known "wives' tale" recommended by friends about how to rid ourselves from these pesky things. (We even tried using duct tape!) But, nothing worked. They either never went away or they just came back again.

So, how did we find the cure, the answer to our problem? We went to a specialist. Someone who had worked with patients for years. He knew the symptoms. He knew what to look for and He easily recognized our problem. But more importantly, He also knew the answer. And though He told us it would be painful for awhile, He also reassured us that the pain would pass and we'd be healed from our warts.

And our Lord does the very same thing for us. When you're dealing with "warts", don't settle for trying wives' tales, girls! Go straight to the specialist. Only He has the cure. He's longing to reveal it to you. He wants you to be free even more than you do! Ask, seek, knock. The door will be opened unto you.

Praising His name ~Bekah