My BFO of August 25th: I am safely in the protection of my indwelling God...my health and my decisions about my health are not mine but Thine, and I trust that.
This morning as I read that, my August 25th journal entry, I note in particular: my health and my decisions about my health are not mine but Thine, and I trust that.
It was on August 27th that I had my not my want-to, but God's will event: "There, against my want-to, but with God's will, the answer to my self-determined turmoil was lifted, and I laughed...."
I rarely remember my BFOs unless they play out before me, sometimes weeks to years later. Stumbling on my journal entry this morning clarifies it all as the same sliver of gold; i.e., the 25th I am led to openly commit to God's decisions about my health, then on the 27th in innocence or ignorance I am inadvertently swallowing God's will in pill form. Then laughing about it as I am promptly relieved of more than a week of what-to-do, what-to-do turmoil. To me, that is pure proof of God's willingness to intervene in our life on our behalf.
God loves me so much! And you! And them! Especially the them that I don't love so much...oh my yes, my little pill, the stand-in for all my opinionated aversions.
Don't tell me God isn't present in our everyday every day.
Thank you.
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