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Thursday, July 12, 2012

A migraine can be a lesson in faith…

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 

It’s over, but it was bad. About 11:00 am yesterday, I started feeling the warning signs of a migraine.  It’s a kind of personal hurricane.  There’s not much to do but baton down the hatches, set expectations, and hold on. It is just after 7:00 am now, and I am better. I learned, among other things, that a migraine can be a lesson in faith.

Vaquero Shelter is one of the better documented rock art sites in
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At its onset, I acknowledge that the headache will be beyond my control. I cannot make them go away. A headache (for me) simply is. Then it occurred to me…what would happen if we stopped struggling in our frailty and fully acknowledged God? He is. He has been. He will be. And for all the storms we encounter, all the times he has abided with us, bound us to Him, why is faith so hard?

We don’t fight gravity. We do we fight God? In assuring us of His love, He says, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened.” That is all. He asks that we come. So, why don’t we?

I am grateful that my migraine is over; thankful it didn’t last too long and hopeful that today will go well. I can also appreciate that I was never alone during my storm. My children cared for me until my husband came home, and I had faith that my storm would pass.

A migraine can serve as a lesson in faith. Author Patrick Overton defines Faith in his famous poem,
When you walk to the edge of all the light you have
and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown,
you must believe that one of two things will happen:
There will be something solid for you to stand upon,
or, you will be taught how to fly.

I believed it would end. I knew I would be alright. I knew I was never alone. And oddly, the onset of the migraine confirmed my belief in the aftermath-that everything would be alright. I had faith. I have faith. And confirmation on the day after, with a clear head viewing a clear sky, is all the evidence I need that God is good.

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