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Color Me Happy


It's been a while since I have written. None of my three readers has protested my absence so I am not certain why I should feel guilty about not writing. Blogging, like relationships, takes work and I imagine I am feeling a guilt akin to being neglectful of a friend or acquaintance. That and the fact that I genuinely enjoy writing have caused me to return.

I have been focused on getting my health back to the extent that I can. I do not want to end my life a lump of flesh behind a computer monitor waxing poetic about the good old days or complaining bitterly about the stupidity of everyone that doesn't share my opinion. The physical misery I have been through these many months has been good for my soul. My body hasn't cared too much for it but that's often the way of things that are good for you. Isn't it? I have had to face my reluctance to be broken and vulnerable even with God. As if I could hide it from Him. Really? For a woman who enjoys a modicum of intelligence I behave like a cowardly fool far too often. It takes more courage to live in abject spiritual poverty than it does to put on a brave front and pretend everything is hunky dory between you and God. Although learning this has been worth every moment of physical discomfort I have endured, I am ready be courageous and feel better.

In an act of desperation accompanied with hours of consultation with Dr. Google, I decided that the best thing I could do for my body was to attempt a gluten free diet. I was certain sure that some tests I had would prove that I did, in fact, have celiac disease. I do not. However, a few weeks of being gluten free has changed everything for me. The energy level that I have now is astounding me. I feel so much better that I am almost manic. I honestly thought I was experiencing some sort of placebo effect. My mind had decided being gluten free was the answer when I wrongly self-diagnosed a case of celiac sprue and come hell or high water my body was going to respond! A few days ago I went to the doctor and she had some blood drawn. The tests showed that my blood sugar, cholesterol and triglycerides had dropped. My triglycerides had dropped tremendously. I haven't given up carbohydrates, just carbs from gluten. Doc said that for her it was proof positive that my body wants to be gluten free. My skin has cleared, no more sores in the mouth, energy levels have returned. Color me happy!

Speaking of color, the leaves are turning here in Kentucky. We have had some blustery winds and it is stripping the trees of their leaves. I went for a ride yesterday and snapped some photos of what color there is, fearing that the wind and coming rain are going to ruin our fall show. I anticipate the fall color and the spring bloom each year like a child anticipates Christmas and their birthday. I figure God has developed His color palette for His glory and my delight. It's difficult not to pout in disappointment when He opts not to put on a spectacular show. As with all the disappointments brought to me with age and poor health, pouting isn't the actions of a God fearing woman. I have to remember the same God that paints the leaves breathes the wind that pulls them down before they are finished with their performance.

Ecclesiastes 3:1
1 There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven—


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