Some of you may know I went to the Mayo clinic a couple weeks ago up in Rochester, MN for a workup on my mystery abdominal pain. Ultimately, we did not find definitive answers, but we were able to rule out some big stuff like pancreatic cancer and chronic pancreatitis. It was an interesting nine days while we were there. Like we were in slow motion.
Sometimes slower is better.
I am not a naturally patient person. I'm tired of not knowing what's up or how to fix it, or even what to eat. (Please resist the urge to send me remedies, supplements, or "Have you tried...") This has not been a short journey. Quite frankly, I don't know how much more I've got to go. It seems to me the memo God gave me five years ago was, "This won't be forever. I am going to heal you. It will be five years." Well...it's year five, God. It's November. I'm kinda wondering, "God, what's up?"
Honestly. I don't know.
I don't know how or when God is working. But I do know He is working. In the meantime, I'm resting a lot. I'm re-evaluating and making some adjustments for the upcoming year. I want to take the next best step. What is that? I'm not sure. God knows.
Have you ever been in this spot?
I'm sure there's a few Christian cliches I could throw in here. They would probably be true. And still...not all that helpful. I don't live in a Christian cliche bubble. I'm guessing you don't either. All I know to do is to be honest with God, and to choose gratitude along the way.
How do you handle your unknowns? Your "meantime"? Your waiting rooms? I don't always choose it, but the celebration of Thanksgiving Day is helping me remember to give thanks; to give thanks for every little thing. That's what I've started to do this week.
I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving. Let's choose to give thanks no matter what. Even if the turkey burns, the in-laws fight, and your dog pees on the carpet.
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