I missed a few days here due to a week long stay in the hospital. First Tyler, then Wyoming Valley Geisinger. I was treated for 6 days with IV antibiotics, endured a LP (lumbar puncture), and 2 MRI's. The only thing that they (docs) told me is that there are no Lyme bacteria in my spinal fluid, which means my symptoms of fatigue, depression, and anxiety aren't caused by Lyme disease. We see the Neurologist on Wed. for the PD. Pray for us as we try to discern which route to take-conventional or unconventional medicine. Well, this was just an update, which I don't want this blog to be about, really.

I spent a lot of time wrestling with the Lord this past week, let me tell you. But guess where he spoke to me? While I was having a MRI on my brain at 11 o'clock at night!! Now if you have ever had an MRI you know it isn't very pleasant. It's somewhat like a torture chamber, actually! You're in an enclosed tube, with your head in a cage,and you can't move. But the worst part is the machine gun sounds that are aimed at your head, then clanging, then pistol sounds. This goes on for 45 minutes (which seems much longer!)

So I'm trying not to panic, praying of course, when I feel God speak to my heart and say "Just as this machine will never be able to capture an image of every part of your brain, neither will you be able to see every angle of what's been happening this past few months. And just as you are (trying) to rest in this machine so it can do its job, you must rest in me so I can do mine." Well, I started crying and praising God right in that torture chamber! And back in my hospital bed I slept with the sweet arms of Jesus around me that night. Praise Him!

Image: Rembrandt "Christ in the Storm"