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Medications. Whether homeopathic or pharmaceutical, they seem to be a regular part of nearly every family raising a child with special needs.
One of my daughters struggles with swallowing pills. Things that I think would be easy to swallow she finds difficult. The other day, she and I decided to try a homeopathic remedy to help with inflammation and pain. The effects are usually noticed only after 30 days of taking 500 mg capsules twice daily.
After I opened the bottle, she looked at the pills, looked at me and said, "What would happen if I just break them open and take the contents?"
I warned her that it might taste pretty horrible. The entire purpose of taking this in capsule form is that you could never tolerate consuming enough of it in your daily diet to reach the therapeutic level needed to impact your health. You are best cared for and protected when you take it the way it was intended to be consumed.
The encapsulation protects us, empowering us to accomplish what could never be achieved without it.
And so it goes with our life in Christ.
I can think I am so capable and effective on my own. I can face this IEP. I know what I'm doing. I can handle starting all over again with a new rheumatologist for my daughter. The past 18 months with no diagnosis are just getting us that much closer to know what's going on, I convince myself. We can handle another inpatient stay for our son. It will take a little juggling, but hey, we've done this before. It will all be okay.
Life is scary. I hate the contentious, stressful adversity of meetings with school staff, no matter how much of a team player I try to be. I don't want my daughter in endless pain for months and months with no answers from doctors. I'm upset that we didn't realize we were working with a doctor who only sees patients on Monday mornings when suddenly, that becomes an impossible time for us to get to his office. I know life is going to be turned on its head when we get our son out of the hospital, suddenly realizing what just hit us. It's always stressful and frightening when he has a bleed serious enough to hospitalize him.
But Christ makes all the difference.
When I am living a life hidden in Christ, I am encapsulated in His care. My circumstances aren't so bitter to swallow. With my focus set on Him, there is protection of my inner most parts. He goes before me, beside me, He has my back. As I remain in Jesus, I receive the comfort of His reward. Glory! I will appear with Him in His glory no matter what comes at me.
No, my dear child, you don't want to break that capsule open, separating yourself from that protection that surrounds you. For when you do, it will leave nothing but the bad taste of a fallen world in your mouth.
PRAY: "...Christ with me, Christ before me,
Christ behind me, Christ in me,
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ in breadth, Christ in length, Christ in height,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of every man who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me..."
(from St Patrick's Breastplate)
Thank You, Jesus, for Your constant love and care.