Have you ever had one of those days when you’re dragging emotionally and physically like a little dog dragging his tail. Sometimes we loose our wag. The weight of our current situation can make our steps heavy. I know all about the spiritual aspects applied to grief and what the Bible calls infirmaries. I realize we’re supposed to cast our cares on Jesus and I realize we can bring all our needs to him whether their physical or otherwise. But that’s the thing that has me stumped. Why can’t we bring them then? Why are there people who think if you say something out loud, that somehow, that word of whatever sickness will somehow be so powerful that you will then not be healed by Almighty God. I’m sorry, but I can’t agree with that; if God’s powerful enough to heal anyone at any time, then our mentioning what we think it is won’t stop that from happening. Telling someone that it’s all in their mind just rubbed me the wrong way. Number one, I know what it’s like to have your mind be truly sick and that’s no laughing matter. Number two, what if there really is something physically wrong with this person? Are you helping them by telling them it’s all in their mind? I for one see that we’re complex creatures made in the image of God and because of that often there’s more than one thing going on at the same time. A person could have a physical problem, and their mind could be affected by that physical problem. Unfortunately, people may only see the affected mind and not know about that physical problem. That’s causing all of the trouble in the first place. That’s why we need God to lead us in the right direction.
As a kid I watched my parents fight about different things. I don't really have any other parents to compare them to so I can't really say whether they were normal fights couples have or not. I couldn't even say what most of them were about except the ones that were about me. We only ate as a family on holidays. My father came home late so we kids ate without him. I do remember spending time with him in the evening before I went to bed so it couldn't have been that late. My own husband gets home a little later because of his job commute so we eat late every night. But home schooling has given us the ability to be more flexible than my Mom was able to be. We had school early the next day. As I got older, I remember my Father being home less and less and the fights seemed to intensify. I remember one night when I was thirteen. I could hear them yelling through the wall. My mom found me crying and I told her I didn't want them to get a divorce. She told me
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