I am still struggling with my condition both physically and emotionally and spiritually. Am I being transformed or getting closer to God? I don't know. I don't feel it. I'm just kind of resigned that this is my life. I just wish my name-it-and-claim-it friends could accept it. Of course I still want to get better. I still mourn over the years "lost"—of time that seems so wasted—things I could have been accomplishing—activities I could have been doing with the kids (you know, memorable moments that the kids are suppose to look back on in life with fondness). I hate the emptiness of my life. The inability to have a "project" or "ministry" or purpose. But at the same time I realize that I am seeing all this thru my eyes. God sees the bigger picture and I must trust him with it. The pain has been managed better now. At least I'm not writhing in pain. I'm able to function at a slow pace but if I push it I pay for it with extreme head aches.
The passage you sent on FAITH is so interesting to me right now as I have a friend that is trying to persuade me to "just have faith and you will be healed. God doesn't want you in this condition." I wouldn't be able to convince her that I probably have a lot more faith than she does. And I'm not saying this in a proud way as if I know I have faith. I say this only because my faith has been challenged, run over, pulverized, torn apart to the point that I feel absolutely faithLESS. MY feelings and MY ideas were and are taken out of the equation of whether I have "enough" faith or not. The experience of a trial is what builds our faith. Adds TO our faith. (I know that in my head. It's just hard to believe that all the time.) Her perspective is that her faith is keeping her physically well. I dare her to challenge Joni Earickson Tada (who is now battling cancer on top of her paralysis) with that kind of thinking. It seems to me that God builds the faith in you - it's not something that YOU build up - then it would become a "works" religion, right? Faith is allowing God to work in us—even when everything in our souls is fighting against it. (the mustard seed?)
"Though He slay me...I will trust Him." Though He took away my ability to serve Him...I will keep going. Though it DOESN'T MAKE SENSE I will keep going. And all along the way I am still fighting against it and getting mad at God especially when I see the easiness of other people's lives. As you can see I'm still struggling. I guess that's the "daily picking up my cross." Thanks for thinking of me. I had a rough week and it's nice to receive a realistic message from someone you knows what it's like.