Yesterday, I had a taste of my own medicine. It was a bitter pill to swallow.
I’ll let that sink in.
You see, it was only a few days ago when a friend asked for my remedy for a gloomy day. I was really quick to answer, after all, my days have been so sunshiney lately!
- Send praises first. I always put on a good worship song, or search youtube for some groovy tunes like: Mandisa- I’m Still here.
- I talk to God, tell Him exactly how I feel.
- I count my blessings.
- I read a psalm, or something pick-me-uppy from my Bible.
Etc etc….*Insert other cheery Christian antidotes here*
Which seemed like perfect advice! (And was…still is :D) BUT, it was so so much harder to take when I, myself, was in need of it. I hear doctors have the hardest time getting treated. And I’ve seen it all the time in Grey’s Anatomy. So I KNOW it’s true. Lol.
But it makes sense. It’s so easy to jab and prod and tell someone it’s as easy as 1,2, 3 to get better, when you’re not the one on the table. But when your turn comes? It’s so uncomfortable! You squirm, you’re uneasy. You grumble and mumble. Because you’re the one who needs help, and now you have to admit that perhaps it’s easier said than done, that sometimes healing takes time.
Needless to say, when I realised how long it took me to taste my own medicine, it was so ironically amusing. And i’ll admit, it took a while. But I took it with good humor. And I just thought I’d share that with you.
Do the things you gotta do