A few of my Aussie friends tell me that vulnerability is a strength that I have. My husband (also an Aussie) says that the enemy attacks our strengths and not our weaknesses. So - in an attempt to protect one of my strengths and shove the devil's rubbish back in his face - here is a bit of vulnerability.
Right now, life feels difficult, it feels like it's a little dark and I feel like I am being pressed and squeezed from all sides.
I put the word "feel" in italics because I know that feelings aren't always reliable. But I do know that I am being pressed, and I do know it's a good thing.
For three weeks now I have seen photos of TARGETS everywhere. Either the store Target has been highlighted to me more than usual, or I happen to see a dart board or archery target in nearly every TV show, movie or ad that is in front of me. I thought perhaps it was because it's the Christmas season and perhaps there's some sort of subliminal message for the Target store this year (but let's be honest - the store doesn't need to subliminally lure me through their doors when I tend to spend way more than I expected like 100% of the time I shop there). I realized quickly though that God is always speaking, and on...
Death and life are in the power of the tongue,
and those who love it will eat its fruits.
- Proverbs 18:21
Do you talk to yourself? I do. All. The. Time. I even answer myself at times as well.
I'm naturally a verbal processor who happens to also be an only child, so talking aloud to myself about anything and everything is something that I've grown up doing. It's taken my husband and me 12 years of marriage to work out that sometimes, I just need to TALK without him feeling like he has to fix a problem. Sometimes I don't even have a "problem" to talk about, I just need to process things aloud.
This has been a rough past few weeks. I returned home from a most extraordinary month in Australia, and have been really unwell (some random lung infection that one gets when traveling on planes a lot). My husband is overseas for the next few weeks, and I have been unable to work or hang out with anyone because I've been so sick.
Due to the strange infection I have, my antibiotics are triple the normal cost of meds. When I went to Walmart to pick... up my prescription, I was publically shouted at by a very grumpy manager who showed no compassion for my inability to afford my much-needed medicat...