Food Poisoning

It feels so wonderful to have been able to go to the gym for the first time after having an upset stomach from food poisoning.

Some things, however grim they may seem, are gifts from God.  This illness was a gift from God in that I was forced to think about who I am as a person and what I let take over my life.  It is one thing to just sit at the reed desk, frustrated with any impending task of performing for an audience of laypeople and professionals, but another to be at the mercy of your immune system, the pharmacy (who's only ever been bad news to you), and God's grace while cringing on a flat futon and the sun stabbing at your eyes retracting your mind into your past and present in order to draw meaning to what had been going well and what hadn't.

I have been swamped down with school while enjoying it, but I've also let poison flow through my mind and begin its own bout of meningitis while I just sat there crying but staring right at the antibacterial.

This reminds me of having a cash box during a 100+° F day at a garage sale and one of my friends shutting it on herself and allowing it to keep on pinching her while she had the power to just lift it off.

I like to make things difficult, but when everything is made difficult for me, I learn that it is time to take a step back, and tome to lift the cover off my pinched skin.

I like 1 Corinthians 10:13 because it reminds me that God doesn't only give us gifts to enjoy the way we think we ought to enjoy things, but he gives us tests in order to strengthen us so that we can become more faithful in Him and more loving.

I hope to write again soon!