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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Spiritual Vasovagal Syndrome

“ Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.” (James 1:2-3)
Ummm... ooookaaaaay.... You know how God will focus on a certain theme in your life for awhile where the same message keeps popping up all over the place? At least, this is what God does to me - I think he needs to get really repetitive in order for messages to sink in. I have a lot of, "Oh! Was that You, God? Were you talking to me?" moments.

So, lately, the running theme has been in regards to facing trials and being tested. There's been a lot about what you need to do to prepare and how God is there and will get your through it, etc, etc. and I can't help but want to send out an APB to everyone I know saying "PRAY FOR ME! SOMETHING'S COMING!!!!"

And I keep having to remind myself that God is Good, He is powerful, He loves me and I don't need to freak out.

I also have to convince myself that perseverence is a good thing and I would benefit from having some more of that in my life. But I approach this verse the same way I approach a blood draw. I get the lab slip. It sits on my desk. It sits. It sits. It sits. I run out of my medication which cannot be refilled until I get the results BACK from the blood draw. The lab slip sits on my desk another week. I start to feel yucky because I haven't taken my thyroid medication in over a week. With great fear and trepidation I take the slip to the lab. I sit. I pray. I quake. They call my name. They begin to lead me to "The Chair." I choke out the words, "I'm a pass-out risk," my palms already sweaty. They quickly redirect me to "The Bed." "What helps?" they ask. "Distraction. Keep talking." "OK." and then the wonderful nurse chatters away, asks questions, makes jokes. At some point in the midst of that I feel the familiar, uncomfortable pinch. I tense up and then try to remind myself to relax...reeeelaaaaax... then, it's over. And I have made it. And I get some juice.

That is PRECISELY how I approach this verse and the "testing of my faith." Hoo-boy, palms are sweaty already... yep...pray for me.

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