Dear blog reader of mine,
Hey there, long time no see. You may have noticed I’ve been
uncharacteristically absent again. In recent weeks (months?) I’ve sadly lost motivation to write, but I’m breaking the silence to offer you an explanation. . .
I’ve been Lymed.
Not like drinking icky tap water, or getting splashed with neon green paint. But as one gentleman put it, “So, I hear you were bit by a tick or something?” Yup. And because of that, I experience daily what my fellow tick-bitten friend calls “feeling lymed.”
My sisters laugh at me for pulling the sympathy card as often as I can. And I can’t deny that I do. It’s a great excuse for about everything. ;)
But in all seriousness, God has been using this experience to teach me to be truly and utterly dependent on Him. I honestly had no idea how self-sufficient (read “proud”) I was. For some time now I have been experiencing extreme fatigue, insomnia, headaches, and other Lyme symptoms you don’t want to hear about, and let me tell ya, that packaged deal will humble ya fast! I was diagnosed in August and have since been on treatment and diet changes. I’m hopeful that these things are helping, even though most days I don’t see immediate results.
God has been so faithful to see me through this difficult season, even down to my conference responsibilities this year being less demanding physically (more on that later). It is comforting to know that I can trust the Great Physician’s care with the days ahead.
So there you have it. My Lyme–I mean lame–excuse for deserting my blog. And while we’re at it, let’s just whip out that sympathy card once more and say it wasn’t me but the Lyme treatment giving you the silent treatment.
Your ever-optimistic but utterly ridiculous friend,