This Story

“You are going to be able to tell quite the story someday”

I have heard this statement said to me a few different times this week, and I just can’t help but think to myself how much I don’t want this story right now. I don’t feel strong enough to have this big booming story, and I surely question why God chose me.

Why did He see me worthy of having this story?

It’s complicated, and tends to get kind of messy.

Today I showed up at my chiropractors office in a puddle of tears because endometriosis is lame, and it is currently being triggered by my cycle.

Of course I am still ecstatic that my period has come because healing, but it’s not a perfect process, and I am not sure it will ever be.

Pain is still present because I am not promised a completely pain-free healing journey….darn.

I know that God has given me this story for a reason but man sometimes I am just not a fan.

I often catch myself wishing my body was normal, and healthy, and not needing 10 supplements every morning.

But right now that’t my reality. I am taking 10 supplements, and my body isn’t quite there yet. I am still learning to be okay with the body that God has given me, and not get angry with my situation.

It’s a lot of work right now, wading through these tidal waves of healing.

The verse that keeps coming to my mind is “i praise You for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” God made me in His image, and if that means endometriosis and a crazy healing journey that I wasn’t expecting then I am going to buckle up and trust Him through it.

I have to keep reminding myself that God doesn’t waste pain, and He surely won’t waste this story.

As much as I pray on my knees to be delivered from these things quickly, I know they won’t happen until God is ready. He is shaping my story, and making it into one that I never would have asked for but that He is going to be able to use to allow other people to see His goodness, and His power.

Praise God for healing, even if it isn’t happening as quick as I wanted.

Taylor Kate

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