Change is never easy. For church members, change in their church is not usually easy (unless things are so dysfunctional that they have to get better or the church is going to collapse). Our church here in River City is changing. Some members think it is for the worse; others think it is for the best. I only know that I am trying to follow God's will for this place. But oh, it is hard some days--I feel like I'm pulling uphill.
I woke up today feeling like I just got off the Tilt-A-Whirl (carnival ride, for those of you outside North America). I thought maybe I needed breakfast. So I ate some toast. It didn't go away. Well, I've been keeping some late hours, so maybe I was short on sleep. I tried going back to sleep. Nope. DP finally talked me into calling the doctor and making an appointment. See, I have what they call an arachnoid cyst. It's a benign fluid-filled cyst in the arachnoid layer of the brain. Totally harmless, probably had it all my life, only found it when I had an MRI to be sure my migraines were simply migraines (they were and are). However. I was told then that if I ever had dizzy spells or different headaches or trouble walking (and I did this morning) or talking (fat chance, hah!) I should see the doctor. So I did. She had me do the walk the line, touch my nose, touch her finger, etc. type tests. I'm OK, she says. Stress. But she still wants to do an update MRI. But she reassured me, sent me on my way.
Stress. I almost laughed out loud. Isn't that in the job description?
Well, off to write two sermons, finish the church newsletter, finish Palm Sunday and Easter worship planning, and make a few phone calls.
Stress. Who would have thought?