I'm back, folks. And I really missed blogging!
Why is this titled "Typhoid Mary..."? Let me explain. Typhoid Mary is one of the names I have often used for myself while addressing the Lord over the years. As in, "Lord, Typhoid Mary, here." Not so sure the Lord always appreciates my attempts at humor, but, there you have it. It was my "not so subtle" way of expressing my physical suffering to the Lord. I could never quite understand how one woman could be so sick all the time. During the years I had Myasthenia Gravis I would literally catch everything under the sun. Colds, flus, stomach bugs...you name it and I can likely assure you that I've had it. Obviously my immune system wasn't functioning properly at the time because since being healed of the Myasthenia Gravis I rarely get viruses.
A blessing for sure.
Enter in - Calamity Jane. No joke. This is my new nickname. Knee problems, back and neck trouble. Well, those I am managing to deal with pretty well. But Plantar Fasciitis? Talk about foot woes! Who invented such a wicked thing? If I wanted to walk around feeling as though there were sharp rocks in my shoes all of the time I would have placed some in there! "Lord, Calamity Jane here. Just WHAT is going on with my feet?! Ouch!"
Not one to miss an opportunity when it's placed right in front of me I started offering all these things up, of course. Never say that the Myasthenia Gravis didn't teach me well (lol)! I'm an old shoe (old hat?) at this. "Lord, I unite my feet with your suffering feet as you carried the Cross to Calvary. I offer this up so that souls who have walked away from you might turn toward you again." I like matching the suffering to the request. You know, like offering neck pain for the stiff-necked and back pain for those who are heavily burdened. It tickles my funny bone for some reason and I think it makes the Lord snicker. I could be wrong, though, so don't quote me on this ;)
And, yes, it has occurred to me that my neck is stiff because I am one of those stiff-necked people. Now, if you all would please excuse me while I hobble on down to the nearest confessional.