Monday, December 31, 2012

God is Big, Good, Faithful.

I haven't written in a long time. I've been trying to write a post for the last few weeks, but nothing I've typed has seemed worth writing about. Even thought I know what I want to write about, I guess I've been lacking inspiration to write about it.

Yesterday, Brendan and I went to Church of the Highlands Riverchase. Brendan hurt his ankle, so we only decided at the last minute to actually make the trip as opposed to simply watching it online.

The first song played was "Emmanuel," which is a Highland's original song. I love the whole song (and the whole CD), but the first few lines stuck with me.

"Mountains bow,
Storms back down,
At the mention of Your Name."


I have been stuck in a pit for months now. I've been sick for several months and I've been formally diagnosed and treated for Graves' disease (if you don't know what it is, google it or ask me. I had no clue what it was until my diagnosis). Not one to be patient, I expected my treatment to work almost instantly. After several complications, I went back to the doctor to find out that it will be a few more months until I start to feel healthy again.

This news was devastating to me. I started to think about all the things I wouldn't be able to do again this semester. I thought about how difficult it will be to keep up with school, work, and clinic duties. I thought about how I wouldn't have to energy to have a social life again this semester. I threw myself further into the pit and felt truly defeated by Graves'.


Then I was reminded: mountains bow and storms back down at the simple mention of God's name. Our Savior can move the mountains. He can raise a dead man. He can give a blind man sight.

God can most definitely conquer Graves' disease.

The sermon in church today was simple: God is big, God is good, God is faithful. We read through Psalm 23, which happens to be the only chapter in the Bible I have memorized. I've had the hope I've needed in my brain this entire time, I've just been so consumed with my sickness that I forgot Psalm 23 and God's power. He's my shepherd, He restores my soul.

I ask from you, my friends, to pray. I hate asking for prayer for myself, but I know that I need it. I know that it works and that prayer and faith can get me through these next few months. God is bigger than doctors and medicine. God is bigger than me and my pit of sickness.

God is big, God is good, God is faithful.


The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
    He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
    he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
    for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk
    through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil,
    for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
    they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
    in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
    my cup overflows.
Surely your goodness and love will follow me
    all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord

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