We launched our website! And it was amazing.
But in order to really appreciate that word - 'amazing' - you have to step into my shoes a few days before this big event. It' all started on Monday, February 24th. It was a typical day: work on Persimmon's website from home, then head off to work (I teach digital literacy to fab 5th graders), then BSF to be refueled with God's word... But that night, He had a different idea of 'refueling' me by completely emptying my tank. Com.plete.ly.
Tuesday, 9 am: Awoke with awful symptoms: sinus pressure, stuffy nose, sneezing. Called in sick, chocked it up to being a 'cold'. Cautiously went on with my day and continued planning the website launch. Hyper-focused on the details of the event.
He whispered, "Let me take this one."
Tuesday, 11 pm: Lied awake, tossing-and-turning to find some sort of physical comfort. None. No sleep.
Wednesday, 9 am: 'Awoke' after being awake all night, terrible sinus pressure, stuffier nose, constant sneezing. Called in sick. Again. Called the doc.
Wednesday, 10:22 am: Desperately sought help from friends & started this FB conversation, which ended up adding bit of humor to my day.
He nudged, "I've got it. Go rest."
Wednesday, 2:45 pm: Dr. appt, resulted in Claritin. Tried to nap, cried, prayed. All website planning came to a halt.
He assured, "I'll take care of it."
Thursday, 2 am: Was utterly unable to take the pain, considered the ER, made it through the night with a bag of cold water over my raw face. Constant tears.
Thursday, 9 am: Chronic sinus pressure, no-physical-use in nose-whatsoever, nicknamed myself Sneezy. Visited an ENT specialist. Waved the white flag.
He promised, "Fix your my eyes on Me and you will find rest."
Thursday, 1 pm: ENT Diagnosis: Chronic Sinusitus, going on 3 months now, and has decided to reach its tipping point --- a tipping point that just so happened to be 5 hours before a huge, cumulating moment that's been on the calendar for MONTHS.
I responded, "It's all yours, Lord."
Thursday, 5 pm: Awoke from a peaceful nap, jumped into the shower, threw on my Little Loves shirt and some red lipstick. Prayed. Trusted. Was refueled. Was healed.
Thursday, 6 pm: Answered the front door, smiled. Enjoyed the night........ thoroughly.
Thank you God for saving me from focusing on the wrong things last night: the details, the social pressure, the perfectionism. You reminded me that this is all about You. Thank you for examining me and pointing out where I need healing - not just physical healing, but real healing - in my soul. Thank you for inviting me to be a part of your bigger story. When I am weak, you are strong (2 Corinthians 13:9).
