Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. James 1:17
I ‘ve been watching an action/spy/thriller series. Twists and turns and surprising new information from one character to another keep the thing interesting and moving along.
“Didn’t she tell you she was the one who…KILLED YOUR FATHER?!?”
Dum, dum, duuuummmmmmm!
Was it the truth or a lie? Both the character and I are cast adrift on a foreign landscape and only because we didn’t know a truth. Or we were lied to.
I’ve experienced this in life also. I thought I knew things, but then heard the rest of the story. Certain ideals have been shattered, decisions regretted, and allegiances up in smoke.
I’ve been battling heat disease for decades. Originally, salt is bad. Eggs are bad. Fatty meat is bad. Bacon is bad (oh, the horror!).
Now? Salt is good; I’ll need it for the water weight my new diet is going to shrink a lot. Eggs, meat, and other natural fats – including dairy – are all good. They help with brain function.
Warm roles at the steakhouse with honey butter are still bad, but everything else has flipped, so why not that eventually?
My drugs. I donated a lot of blood through the years until the drugs started. Now I’m a walking pharmacy. If you have run out of your own heart and blood pressure meds for a few days, well, stretch that arm out, and let me give you a transfusion.
The statin I was taking for years almost killed me in 2012. The new one has been shown to have zero effect on preventing heart attacks in cardiac patients. My Niacin pills? Over-priced. I can get the same niacin supplement at Amazon for a fraction of the cost. Blood pressure? Someone goofed there too.
So thank God my GP found those spots on my thyroid during my yearly physical recently. He referred me to an endocrinologist, who does a complete drug review and puts the fear of God in me regarding my current state of health. But that’s a good thing, right? Without the spotty thyroid, I wouldn’t have gotten these corrections from a specialist. “All things work together for good for them that love God.”
And the thyroid spots? No problem. They’re very small right now, not even warranting a biopsy. I go back in 6 months to see if they have changed at all. There’s only a 10% chance they’ll ever develop cancer. And if they do, the success rate is 95%.
Still, I was pretty well in the dumps after the appointment. So many drugs, so many nonsensical names, so many LISTS! If you know anything about actors, of which I used to be one, you know we hate lists. This guy had turned my knowledge package completely upside down. and he was using a lot of really long words to do it. My brain literally started to lock up: “Can’t hear you! Not listening! You lost me at the first word with more than six syllables!”
Have I ever told you that I hate change? I do. Change is a very bad thing! Furniture? I have it all in an optimum configuration. It can’t get any better than that, so LEAVE IT ALONE!!
Welcome to my world.
Fortunately, God is very steady, very reliable, and He – this is critical – DOES. NOT. CHANGE. EVER!! God tells me I’m forgiven for all of the stupid, sinful choices I make, and that’s that. If I dream up a new one and do that too, I’m still covered. By the blood of the Lamb, Jesus. God’s Word is His bond, and He’s never gone back on it. Never!