Caffeinated Randomness: Making the best of Migraines!

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First up, I found this adorable, funny chart and had to share it with ya'll.  I've been making a lot of espresso lately....for migraine medicinal purposes, of course!

Yes, this has been a week of HORRIBLE...all new level...kind of migraines.  I'm totally thinking they are hormonal.  In fact, I mentioned that since a certain cycle (not washer spin cycle) had started *ahem*...that I thought things were lifting.  HA!  Wrong, wrong...WRONG!  I'm praying fervently that today is better....cuz I got stuffs to do....and I was grumbling about that...

But...in all the frustration of laying down and looking through one eye at the stuff I can't get done...in agony every time one of my little peoples shrieked with glee as they played and tore apart the house...*SIGH*...Amid all of that...I was reminded that God's people don't waste suffering.

For God called you to do good, even if it means suffering, just as Christ suffered for you. He is your example, and you must follow in his steps.  1 Peter 2:21

That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.  2 Cor. 12:10

We identify with Christ...who suffered way, WAY more than migraines.  He took on all my rotten sin...and yours...and died THE most horrible death on the cross.  Now I realize that I am not being persecuted for my faith, or even necessarily disciplined...but I want to put this pain into perspective.  I want to notice that migraines, although they do hurt...are not life threatening, permanent, and I can still praise God and serve Him amid something so....trivial.

It is no accident that I'm reading several missionary accounts, as is my winterly custom.  You can say that I'm affected by the change of seasons, but I just tend to gravitate to bios this time of year.

I just finished The Small Woman by Alan Burgess, recounting the amazing life of Gladys Aylward.  She was beaten severely by the Japanese at one point in her story and then led 100 some children over the mountains to safety...basically on a whim.  She thought of it and the next morning she set out.  She could have laid nursing her own wounds...but she continued on...serving the Lord in a mighty way.  Not a duty bound way...but a mighty, "I've gotta give Him all I've got" sort of way.  WOW...I want to be like that!

Now if we are children, then we are heirs--heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.  Romans 8:17

For as we share abundantly in Christ’s sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too.  2 Cor. 1:5

So, although I was hurting yesterday...I decided to pray about whatever or whoever came to mind.  I figured it was a good opportunity, right?  I'm always saying I don't have time...well, if God allows me time, even time to LAY DOWN...  I also tried to be gentle with my children even though their noise was killing me.  I whispered and snuggled...and they responded beautifully!  They even covered me with a blanket.

Now, I'm not saying that this is what I'd schedule for any given day.  It does hurt...and I'm not a fan of pain.  I would appreciate your prayers that I would not have any major "life must stop" migraines while on holiday.  I'd like to be able to fully enjoy the time with family.  And, when I get back BOY is the Dr. going to get an ear FULL of info.  You know how much I heart lists...yeah...ALL OF THIS info. is being logged!  And she'll also be receiving the clear knowledge that I would like some REAL drugs for these bad boys.  HA!