So I forgot to write my blog in the midst of all this sickness I’ve been battling. Wah! 😩 I apologize.. It is my goal to weekly post on Monday and I have failed.. To everyone who has been dedicated Monday readers, I have failed you too and for this I am sorry.
Let me explain:
I felt a tickle in my throat on Friday night -right after a S.H.E girls night out- and thought no this isn’t trying to happen to me.. Sorry sickness ya gotta go!
Saturday I woke up with a full on sore throat and a slight cough to which I also said the above eviction notice to… Only to find myself bed ridden by Sunday.
Now with this all going on you could imagine my face since this sickness didn’t listen to me the first two times… It wasn’t a cute wink sister.
Monday fever broke out along with some extra bathroom time as I sat and hugged the toilet three times outta the day. Gross but who doesn’t do that while getting sick?
Tuesday-Wednesday I remained the same except no more getting sick.. But the symptoms caused me to miss out on one of the fonder things in life.. Food.
Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday…. became the same ride.
Yesterday was the first day I began to feel a little better. I even put on makeup and something with an actual button for pants. But my energy was still low..
Why are you telling us your whole life Tanisha?!
Because I am a woman of faith and I know and fully believe in healing and what the word says, “By His wounds I am healed” And I have been dealing with this cold for 8 days.. Some could consider that evidence for healing being untrue.. Or even worse God not being God..
But, during all this I chose to keep my peace. (Isaiah 26:3)
Was I upset that I was sick longer than I felt I should be? Sure.
Was I tired from not being able to sleep or eat properly? You bet.
Still.. I wouldn’t let go of the promise He gave to be completely healed and to be able to keep my peace through it all.
Now, keeping my peace didn’t look like a smile on my face after I coughed for a minute straight.. It didn’t look like me sitting with my legs crossed,hands together and my eyes closed..
It looked like me not having my peace shaken. I protected it.. From thoughts of doubt.. And anything else that would try and steal it. I fueled my peace with truth-scripture- and sometimes songs that reassured me of that truth..
No matter what it looked like or how hard it felt to go through.. Protecting my peace was more important. I made sure I let my husband know if I felt weak at all in this so he could help me hold my hands up like Aaron and Hur did for Moses (Exodus 17:12)
Now, this is my true life story this isn’t some “super Christian” post this is my life. This is how I operate. I can’t choose anything else because everything else doesn’t work- trust me I’ve tried (before my relationship with God of course)
Every hardship I face I turn to Papa. I turn to His word.. And if I am weak in those times I turn to someone who I know will help me refocus.
In Psalm 34:19 it says, “A righteous man may have many troubles, BUT THE LORD delivers him from them all.”
I’m not in this walk because I heard it was easy..I’m in this because I can’t get enough of my God who has given me life.
I say all that to say this: in times of trial or hardship keep your peace.. Stir yourself up if you’re not “feeling it” and get around someone who will push you higher when you think you can’t make it.
That’s all for now, protect that peace sister. 😉
Papa, I thank you for your peace. The peace that surpasses all understanding. Thank you that no matter what happens to us you deliver us from every trouble. It is your promise. You are a good good God and we couldn’t live without you. I pray we wouldn’t forget your benefits Papa and the great gift it is to be able to approach you with even the smallest bothersome things. You are our peace. Thank you, in Jesus name amen.
Tanisha Poni 💜