I know I am not the only one who gets a cold, even if it is in the chest, and thinks this too shall pass. Because I wanted relief, I went to a walk-in clinic one week ago on Saturday. Immediately, they tested me for Covid. Myself and a group of trusted prayer warriors prayed. Negative! Thank You, Jesus!
Though I was still physically fatigued, needing tissues and Nyquil, I pressed on.
Until three days ago Friday. My chest began to hurt. I have had zero fever. I still have my taste and my smell, for those wondering.
How did we come to a point where if Covid is negative, we think we are in the clear?
How did we get here that medical professionals want to rule out the big C before they doing anything else, like look and listen to the symptoms we are having?
As many of us knew in the beginning of Covid, in all its media attention, the devil is dancing on a new playground wherein he incites blame, discouragement, and the splitting of God’s people.
I admit. It was tempting to point fingers at the medical staff. And apparently I believed the lie, though briefly, that if I am negative for Covid, I should be on my feet in a few short days.
I had to pull myself back from the judgment ledge. For it is not a throne one sits on when they participate with the devil’s schemes. It is a stony ledge, overlooking a dark ravine.
Sin is slippery. We must remain sober and alert, for we do not want to stumble off the ledge.
You have already been pruned and purified by the message I have given you. Remain in Me, and I will remain in you. For a branch cannot produce fruit if it is severed from the vine, and you cannot be fruitful unless you remain in Me (John 15:3-4 NLT).
In a phone call Friday, the primary care doctor agreed with me it was not Covid and proceeded to prescribe antibiotics and steroids to reduce inflammation in the lungs and airways. She recommended I call back Monday (tomorrow) to report any changes. When I assumed our business was done, I began to say thank you.
She cut me off, “Do you work, or do you have anything coming up?”
“I am supposed to preach on Sunday. I do a lot at church.”
“Why don’t you rest through Monday and see how you feel.”
His Spirit hushed my soul. There’s no rush in rest.
I knew Jesus was speaking through this kind and compassionate doctor.
Humbled and so very thankful for the permission to slow down, I took Rocko with me to get the meds so as not to delay their working.
When your husband works all weekend and it is your youngest son’s birthday today, rest is relative. Yes, I have been outside with Rocko. I hear His Son is full of Vitamin D.
Yes, I have been to the grocery store, wearing a mask, to get party and living supplies.
There’s no rush in rest.
As a family, we will celebrate Jackson tomorrow evening when Jason is off. I have the day tomorrow to bake his cake and prepare the environment for a birthday 🙂
There may be no rush in rest, but I welcome a rush of His power and strength to rise above what is holding me down.
On the day of Pentacost, all the believers were meeting together in one place. Suddenly, there was a sound from heaven like the roaring of a mighty windstorm, and it filled the house where they were sitting. Then, what looked like flames or tongues of fire appeared and settled on each of them. And everyone present was filled with the Holy Spirit and began speaking in other languages, as the Holy Spirit gave them this ability (Acts 2:1-4 NLT).
Though this exact scene is only in the Bible once, never have to have been repeated that we are aware based upon His Word, what we have here is a awe-inspiring picture of the power that lives within each of us who have received Christ as Lord and Savior.
Holy Spirit is the one empowers us to be like Christ, overcoming the world, its lies, its schemes, its hopeless dread. (sometime this week I will blog about the book I read this weekend called Empowered: Discovering the Power of the Holy Spirit)
I will not be shaken. Will you join me to stand firm in His truth and pray?
Thank You, Jesus, for gently pulling me back from the ledge of lies that were leading me to do what the devil wanted me to do and not what pleased You. Thank YOU, Lord, for telling me to rest as I was in need of that direction, not to keep going in an unhealthy state. Thank YOU, for my puppy who has been good boy during this recommended rest time and for my family who has been mostly patient with my slowness. I pray for those with physical illness look to You, Lord, for You know what we need before we do. I pray this moment for the full and complete healing for my Jackson, for Pastor Steve’s Brian, for Donna’s niece with cancer, for Rena and her granddaughter’s hearing, for Stephanie Thompson’s full recovery, for more that shall remain nameless in the throes of Covid, cancer and depression.
In Your Powerful, Spirit-filled Name Jesus,
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