Postpartum

An unexpected result of having surgery has been pretty intense emotional swings and a growing sense of social anxiety.  I can't even go to the grocery store without getting all tense and freaked out, then I come home to nap it off.

I was quite confused by the new me, until my friend Sabrina made a stellar point:

"I had postpartum after two of my children," she said. "It sounds like postpartum."  Which makes sense when you think about endometriosis.  It is, essentially, a million little estrogen producers littered throughout your body.  Take those estrogen producers away (i.e. have them surgically removed) and overnight your hormone levels are different.

Certainly my estrogen levels are healthier now than previously, but it's taking my body a minute to get used to it.

This is how change needs to come to Africa:

from within.*

"Exasperated by the interim government’s failure to curb the militia brigades, thousands of civilians swarmed into the headquarters of several of them in Benghazi on Friday and forced their fighters to scatter — in effect, an angry mob demanding law and order."

Read the full story here.
I originally read about it on this blog I follow.


*As opposed to the Western world always rushing in and trying to play savior (i.e. from without).

Beams of Heaven

Loving this song, though my version is off Christopher Miner's All Good Things Come from the Desert (not everyone likes his style, so I'm not recommending it unless you like a rough indie sound).

Sometimes

(though not all times)
I struggle to hold on
to all the good things
I believe about God.
It is rare I doubt the existence of God.
But,
the goodness of God,
the love,
joy,
peace,
patience,
kindness,
goodness,
faithfulness,
gentleness,
and self-control of God...
somehow that's just harder to believe at times.

So I throw my body around it,
and cling to it,
like a child around her Daddy's leg.

"Yes, I will believe You."

Wade Burleson

Only healthy Christians, those who see their basic needs are always met by Christ, can draw boundaries and enforce them with the love of Christ.

(From his blog.)

To celebrate 6 weeks post surgery

I got in a car accident.

Go me.

The air shifts slightly

and somehow my body just knows:
it's fall.

Søren Kierkegaard

Christian heroism, and indeed one perhaps sees little enough of that, is to risk unreservedly being oneself, an individual human being, this specific human being alone before God, alone in this enormous exertion and this enormous accountability.

Freedom:

it's just around the corner, friend.
A fear-less life.
Just step into it.
It's there.

My eyes shall see light again/

my heart shall bleed right again.