Why Doesn't God Make Sure We're On Speaking Terms Before Pissing Me Off Again?
Friday, November 6, 2009 at 5:42PM 
Image via Wikipedia (Valley Fever, which look a lot more like cotton candy than the asshole disease it really is.)
Just throwing that one out there. You know? It would seem like, if He wants me to come around to the idea of maybe picking back up this relationship we used to have where we’d chat and stuff, that He might not want to piss me off as a means of getting me to talk to Him. Just a thought. But, what the fuck do I know.
In the mean time, I’m still requesting that other people do my praying for me (a really weird feeling and lesson and perhaps God’s master plan—again, WTF do I know). This week, I had to put the call out for prayer requests for my sister-in-law’s husband, Lawrence, who’s been suffering from a 4-month long mystery illness that they originally thought was H1N1, then a respiratory infection, then pneumonia, then something else, then cancer, and now Valley Fever and some secondary infections related to the Valley Fever, I think. It’s hard to keep track, but no matter what, it sucks ass. He’s in the hospital, in a bad way, and in need of some good juju and good medical care and people who have an in with the powers that be to make him all better.
Personally, I’ve been coping by eating all of the Halloween candy. And flipping off the universe. With both hands. Super helpful, I know.
Bug and I did cook a nice dinner tonight. We were flying solo this evening. Bob has a race and Peanut is visiting her cousin. So, my master chef and I whipped up a nice shrimp arrabiata. It’s one of Bug’s favorites. He let me cook the noodles. I was honored.
Universe, you’re on notice. You better get your shit together. Enough with the chain yankin’. I’m down to the nasty-ass candy.
Reader Comments (6)
I would rather go through another divorce than keep dealing with the chronic pain. Mine is not life threatening, so I don't have to deal with those emotions. But it allows me to have some understanding some of what you deal with.
Isn't funny how you stop being you and become the illness. It seems people want to know how the illness is and not how you are. It also takes a piece of you because you have to research and research and buy prescriptions and supplements and it sucks the living essence out of you.
I made a choice when I was in my twenties that I wanted to LIVE. This ailment wasn't going to change how I lived, and loved. Sometimes it wins, but I really try to not let it run my life.
About God...its a struggle. For now I hold on. For even at the lowest point and it can't get worse ...then the sky falls. I still have this tiny speck of HOPE that when I wake up in the morning things might be a little better.
lovecousin shel
He's not just chunking rocks and kicking you in the ribs when you're down to piss you off, it's called "breaking you" to get you closer. Just like Abraham showing his willingness to sacrifice his son at Mt Moriah, God will use whatever it takes to get us closer, ie - taking whatever means necessary to take WHATever may be coming between you and Him - and so forth and so on until it's just you and Him, face to face, as close as you should be.
I know, it sounds kind of messed up, like if He's our Father then WHY would He do something like that to His Children??? Because He loves us terribly and WANTS us to WANT to be as close to Him as possible. He WANTS us to rely on Him as we should, and not on our mortal selves.
The good news though is - you are not so far gone away from Him that you can't even hear Him calling you back! He loves YOU, and your family, and only wants the best for ya'll, but He can't quite just email it to ya, KWIM?
I do apologize for gett'n all churchy on ya but it's ironic I've been pondering this same exact thing the past few weeks!Please know I will be praying for ya'll every day and also that there is NOTHING too big for our God!
I heard a great quote the other day..."Quit telling your God how big your storm is and start telling your storm how big your God is!" I know, way easier said than done, but it's totally worth the effort!
XOXO{{{BIG HUGS & SMOOCHIES!!!}}}XOXO
I am especially struck by how often Lawrence was misdiagnosed. This seems to happen a lot, or more than it should.
I found a website which your sister-in-law may find helpful. She can share Lawrence's story if she likes, or she may find support there from others who have had this illness.
www.valleyfeversurvivor.com
I know you are going through a lot right now. I'm not much good at prayer, but I am thinking of you.