
The second full week of being on antibiotic treatment has now come and gone. (And yes, I’m a bit behind on posting this.)
The worst part of the week has been the continuing nausea from the medicines…all day, every day. Seems they’re harder on my stomach than I expected; after trying all the tricks in the book to ward that symptom off, the best one by far is still…prayer. Prayers for endurance, relief and distraction. Some might say that that’s a tactic comparable to the theory of ‘mind over matter’ or perhaps even someone’s take on ‘the power of positive thinking’. I believe in these theories too. But they aren’t comparable to prayer- to talking with, sharing your heartbreak with, the one and only living God. What an amazing, and humbling, gift- that God himself would care enough about little me to listen and respond.
I had one particularly difficult day; first time I’ve had to call in ‘sick’ to work on behalf of the Lyme disease. It made me wonder how I had muscled through so many shifts before, but it also gave me a peace to know that I’m making the right decision in reducing my work responsibilities right now. It seems like a bit of a confirmation that I’m finally approaching my maximum capacity to just ‘push through’. Now is the time for rest.
Even restful activities are exhausting some days. But alas, I’m growing my list of low key activities and projects that I want to take on in the months ahead. Who knows what a body at rest might be able to achieve?!
Thank you for your continued prayers!
With Love—
Samantha
The worst part of the week has been the continuing nausea from the medicines…all day, every day. Seems they’re harder on my stomach than I expected; after trying all the tricks in the book to ward that symptom off, the best one by far is still…prayer. Prayers for endurance, relief and distraction. Some might say that that’s a tactic comparable to the theory of ‘mind over matter’ or perhaps even someone’s take on ‘the power of positive thinking’. I believe in these theories too. But they aren’t comparable to prayer- to talking with, sharing your heartbreak with, the one and only living God. What an amazing, and humbling, gift- that God himself would care enough about little me to listen and respond.
I had one particularly difficult day; first time I’ve had to call in ‘sick’ to work on behalf of the Lyme disease. It made me wonder how I had muscled through so many shifts before, but it also gave me a peace to know that I’m making the right decision in reducing my work responsibilities right now. It seems like a bit of a confirmation that I’m finally approaching my maximum capacity to just ‘push through’. Now is the time for rest.
Even restful activities are exhausting some days. But alas, I’m growing my list of low key activities and projects that I want to take on in the months ahead. Who knows what a body at rest might be able to achieve?!
Thank you for your continued prayers!
With Love—
Samantha


