Friday, February 5, 2010
God Grabbed My Chin
Tuesday morning I awoke to an unexpected vertigo. I couldn't even raise my head until Thursday at dinner. Traveling to the bathroom was like walking up a 30 degree incline on a storm tossed ship while having a huge magnet attached to my skull pulling my head toward the earth's core. All was accompanied by a tsunami of nausea. Deep-breathing techniques learned in childbirth class pulled me through without experiencing a negative incident (That's polite talk for I didn't drive the porcelain bus.)
I lost an entire work week. All my plans...poof. A reminder that I am not superwoman.
I had to remember how my two year old third son would grab my chin with both of his chubby hands to pull my face toward his insuring him of my undivided attention.
Tuesday I felt like God was grabbing my chin.
This vertigo wasn't like flu where I could drag my weakened body to load the washer and dryer. The illness was not like a pain that could be overcome by Advil and determination. I was stuck.
Stuck...flat on my back...unable to turn my head...able to focus only upon a fixed point on the ceiling which, unfortunately included a chandelier in dire need of dusting.
I wrote the other day about Jesus knocking on my door ...well...on Tuesday, God grabbed my chin. Aside from the dusty chandelier, He had my undivided attention. There I was...my Tuesday to-do list (created Monday night) left with no back Sharpie lines drawn through each task...laundry and dishes forming piles...Mac the Labradoodle wondering why breakfast is so tardy. Left flat on my back, all that was left was prayer...so prayed I did.
Personally, I would have preferred some God-time to include a brisk walk around my Hillcrest neighborhood or some quiet reflection in one of Hillcrest Cottage's awesome alone spots.
"My thoughts are not your thoughts; Neither are your ways My ways." Isaiah 54:8