Monday, February 23, 2015
"Zipadee Doodah................."
This morning’s visit to Veteran’s went well, providing the blood I surrendered doesn’t lead to some future phone-call revealing problems undetected thus far. The scales were kind, showing me five pounds lighter than my last weigh-in; and the doctor surprisingly agreed with me that no blood pressure medicine is needed. My over-all mood while driving out afterwards to the church school was a bit jubilant. Upon discovering that the kids that I tutor in the elementary level were about to celebrate a belated Valentine’s Day party, I opted to use the time to make a few orbits around the gymnasium running track, wasting ninety minutes on a round trip, home and back, just didn’t seem wise. At three, the bell rang and my granddaughter met with me to spend a few days, plans already in the wind with Mamaw for a shopping spree. Basketball with the grandsons tonight. They asked me earlier, as part of that examination, if I ever struggle with depression. My answer, given with a smile was: “No; church keeps me on cloud nine!” Such attendance does not guarantee anything, of course; but witness shared without an anointing requires a bit of wisdom. Bull horns and loud, passionate Biblical rebukes, in my opinion, only sow seeds of offense. Enthusiastic and repetitive “gush” tends to signal one’s lack of depth, another fanatic following a temporary high, even though the heart might be well-intentioned. The years have taught me to be “open” with my faith, unashamed of who He is and what He has brought into my life, “instant in season” as Paul put it, looking to know the reality of His presence in the moment, a connection established, and then to relax in His flow as He ministers unto whosoever is “plugged in”. Every day is a new day. Every day is a different day. I am a vessel under construction, even after all these years. He is eternal and changes not……
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Yeh about the blood pressure meds!!
ReplyDeleteIt was a day of rejoicing! I get nervous each time I visit, having thus far rejected the doctor's wishes in many ways and me not one to stir up anger in another. I'm not a people-person and it is not my nature to cause conflict. For two years or more he has diagnosed BP medicine. It comes to my house and I don't take it. Then, when I go back to him, my first reading is high (a year ago 166 over something; this time 183). When I showed him my log, however, with continual readings lower than 140, he smiled and agreed the pills weren't necessary. I'm 73, taking no medication and leading a normal life in spite of prostrate problems. If you ask me, I'm blessed!
DeleteGood for you for keep a record and for following your instincts. Apparently, many people suffer from something called White coat syndrome where they get high BP readings only at the doctor's office. Your regular walking habit helps as well no doubt.
DeleteI'm glad to hear about the BP medicine!
ReplyDeleteI also love that you are still a "vessel under construction"! To me, that says you are still growing, and not stagnating! I think sometimes people tend to get stuck, thinking they have arrived, and have learned and grown all they are going to. Yet, as you say, every day is a new day, and every day is a different day.
I think growth continues right up to the crossing over if we do not cement ourselves into our own thinking; and, as far as that goes, we'll surely not stop when we get there, our arrival in no way signifying classes are over....
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