“When life hits you out of
nowhere, barely leaves you holding on. . .” Due to excruciating pain in the lower portion
of my mouth, all four wisdom teeth required extraction. I decided to schedule such a procedure prior
to vacation in order to prevent such pain to follow along a two-week adventure
with the family.
Post procedure, I followed
every instruction precisely in hopes to be back to normal and ready for
vacation (3 days post-op). I had a
fantastic crew of nurses answering each request written on a communication
notepad. Swelling increased, ability to
eat decreased, talking agitated the site, smiling was out of the question and
pain killers depleted energy. I can
understand two days of this, but it did not end.
“When you’re tired of fighting.
. .” Tired may be minimizing such a time
as this. I was exhausted. My body fought for physical healing; yet,
another battle arose with greater power.
Emotionally, I broke down hour by hour.
I never would have imagined a minor procedure could be used to
manipulate, trigger, destroy and defeat.
The enemy is conniving, stealer of joy, killer of progress and evil
beyond description. Amongst the storm,
the enemy hit me out of nowhere. . .
Inability to smile brought sadness
Being stared at in public due
to swelling/bruising brought insecurity
Eating patterns (or lack thereof)
brought weakness
Pain brought frustration
Inability to continue normal
activity brought anger
The enemy came in, grabbed
opportunity and began destruction of spirit.
One thought at a time, the enemy used such a time to kill any progress. My feet began to falter, veering toward an
old beaten path of the past. I never
would have imagined a minor procedure could trigger old behaviors/thoughts to
become louder than Truth. My eating
disorder wanted so badly to fight for me and numb all this physical imbalance
and calm a temporary storm.
“When you’re on your knees and
answers seems so far away. . .just be held.”
Thankfully, the Holy Spirit spoke louder, clearer and bolder. I prayed, prayed, prayed and prayed some more
through ever searing pain, every moment of weakness and every tear that
fell. The emotions ran rampant as each
day passed. There were days I lost the
battle completely; but, God never left my side.
God continued to fight, used each family member as a vessel to speak
Truth into my fogged thoughts and offered patience throughout. God never quit even when I did.
With addictions, you never know
what storm in life could trigger/entice thoughts to seek old patterns. Recovery is a journey filled with ups and
downs. Each day presents differently,
providing recognition of various triggers which to prepare and stand
guard. Placing the full armor of God
protects from such triggers. I failed
throughout this time to put in place the pieces of armor and the enemy attacked
hard. Thankfully, my prayer warriors fought for me and God moved in mighty ways
to carry me through.
A setback in recovery? Nope, just a time of strengthening, growing
and learning. Thank you God for not
giving up on me, shifting my feet back on the path leading to You and being
louder than the enemy. Thank you God for
recovery, patience, love, peace and joy.
I am better than blessed. . .
Live life. . .One Day at a
Time
Sheree Craig
Quotations taken from Casting Crowns song, "Just be Held."