Day 9, My Dark Side Continues
I was up bright and early this morning. I posted on my blog, read and sent emails, messed with the laundry, had several cups of coffee and did some light house keeping. The sun had just come up. So I was going to walk out the back door and find a place in the woods to sit and think, pray, meditate, contemplate, concentrate, be still, and listen. I wanted to have some time alone with God. I thought I'd read a few passages and pages before heading out the backdoor. Then BOOM! Satan hits me right between the eyes. There's another way I failed to live up to God's expectations.
It was eleven o'clock before I was out of bed, out of pajamas, out of fetal position and stopped nursing my wounds like a big baby. Sometimes I make myself so mad.
I'm considering medication for depression. I'm considering it. I don't believe I should take medication for something that if I just hand over to God wouldn't exist. The reality of this statement is that I don't think that mental afflictions are real, like physical afflictions are real, even though I have one.
I was reminded of a little girl, who my kids knew, several years ago. She contracted a very treatable disease and died. She died because her parents said they believed that God would heal her without medical help. She died!
This is a fun blog, isn't it!
