Life with illness can feel like a battle, but Susan explains how we are always given rest in the end–eventually.
“Therefore I urge you, brothers, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God–this is your spiritual act of worship.” (Romans 12:1)
I reconnected with a sweet grandmother of four-year-old twin boys this week. One grandson has fought leukemia since birth, while the other shows signs of mitochondrial disease–the same illness that slows me down. I hung up the phone reminded that it’s a battle down here.
I’ve been reading the through the book of Kings for a Bible study I attend and have laughed out loud at several phrases. Keep in mind I tend to laugh at irony–which means I often laugh at the wrong time.
Just ask my family.
But here’s my recent favorite quote, “There was war between Abijah and Jeroboam. And Abijah rested with his fathers and was buried in the City of David.” (1 Kings 15: 7-8) In other words, there was war. . . and then he died.
We live in a culture captivated by the desire for ease and comfort. I’m as guilty as the next. I like cute clothes, my screened in porch, good food, highlighted hair, a trip to the beach, etc. The list goes on.
But the book of Kings reminds me we’re really in a battle down here–a constant battle. Yes, there are seasons of rest. I’m not trying to sound overly dramatic. But many lives can be summarized by saying, “They lived through hard things and then they rested.”
It’s that simple. True rest dawns in eternity with Jesus. Not here.
This speaks life to me because I remain in physical battle mode. With my third operation in ten months only weeks away, I’ve rarely had time to recover from one surgical skirmish before the next begins. But after reading through Old Testament drama, I’ve begun to picture the operating table as an altar–the place I lay my life down again for His plan, not mine.
As I surrender my very breath to anesthesiologists I don’t even know, I imagine the God of Heaven holding me close; savoring my trust; my life a sweet aroma surrendered to Him.
Yes, I’m going to battle again.
And that’s okay with God.
And so it shall be with me.
Dear Lord, Give us strength when we are weak and surrender when we don’t want to let go. Keep us close to you as the battle for our hearts rages. Amen.
About the author:
Susan Schreer Davis lives in Georgia with her husband, Don. She’s battled mitochondrial disease for over ten years and enjoys reaching out to others through her blog at: http://www.coffeefaithandchronicdisease.blogspot.com.
Is the battle real to you today? Is there something you need to lay down on an altar before God?
This is Yolanda Adams singing, “The Battle is Not Yours.” The lyrics are beautiful. If you are going through a battle right now, this song is a great reminder that it is not up to you to fight it–It is up to You to turn to Him and give it over. -Lisa