Commanding the body

As I was listening to worship music on the way to work yesterday, this prayer came out.

It was like, out of nowhere, something snapped.

I had a very stearn talk with the cells, tissue, and muscle in my body and told them they needed to contain this shit, until the doctor can get it out! (Yes, I said shit in my prayer. It happens sometime.)

I also reminded everything in my body who was Boss and told them God gave them specific instructions on how to keep me healthy and they better GET TO WORK!

Then, I had a talk with joy.

I told joy how I realized it was buried and that it better rise up and overflow!!

Anyway, yesterday, I didn’t breakdown once.

I love you all!

Cells at Work

There’s something about being sick that appeals to me. The whole time I was sick, which was a little over a day, I felt nestled up in God’s lap: the picture of a daughter on her daddy’s lap…him stroking her hair and arm. THAT was me and God, and as much as I don’t like being sick, I like being nestled. Continue reading