I'd like to start by thanking anyone out there who has been praying for us, specifically our family in Fairfield Glade. I know you all have been praying as the spirit has led you.
I guess it really does takes a few months for reality to set. Things were going pretty good, we were riding high on cloud nine. And then out of the blue one morning I started to feel a little lost and out of place. Oh, Satan knew what he was doing, but it took me awhile to catch on.
It started as a headache on a sunday morning. I had just finished my shift, for those who do not know, I am an ER nurse in a busy trauma center. I work the night shift. I got home that morning with a splitting headache. Andy and the kids got up, got dressed and were off to church all happy and unassuming. And there it was, the new job, the sleepless nights, add the hormones, throw all that in a pot and start stirring and you've got a recipe for a sour and slimmy spirit. There I was in a terrilble "funk". I didn't want to be. The harder I tried to climb out the deeper I fell in. I'm sure you have been there. Anything anyone says or suggest... "well that won't work....that's not right". Every glass is "half empty". You know you are being the way you don't like other people to be. Half empty, half full, who cares I wanted to smash the glass. ( I can get so violent). So.... what now? Well that week my mother in law called and was telling us about how Ms. Cloe had me on her mind and had been praying for me over the weekend. Ms. Cloe is this sweet, little, saint who just lost her husband, who bearly knows me!! Wow! She was praying for me? What in the world? While I was trying to climb out of my hole, by myself... (I wasn't about to let anyone know about my hole)....the Spirit had stirred up Ms. Cloe's heart to pray for me. What a testimony to the love and care Jesus has for each one of us. He knew what I was going through and wanted to help.
We get so caught up... is the glass half empty or is it half full. As christians our glass is completely FULL. The part of the glass that seems empty, that we do not see, is the part were the spirit lives and operates. That's the part we have to tap into. I am happy to report I am officially out of my "funk", but it behooves me to prepare for the next "funk" that I will eventually fall into again. I hope you find this encouraging. The Lord is the lifter of my head!
But You, O Lord, are a shield about me,
My glory, and the One who lifts my head,
I was crying to the Lord with my voice,
And He answered me from His Holy mountain.
I lay down and slept;
I awoke, for the Lord sustains me.
Psalm 3:3-5