Press On

I’ve been a little down lately.  I know that everyone goes through things like this.  I really just haven’t been able to pinpoint exactly what’s wrong.  Just feeling like the weight of the world is on my shoulders.  No different than anyone else I suppose.  Kinda feeling like a mouse in a wheel.  Running and running and running and truly going nowhere. Got a report from my doctor that will send me to a specialist.  In fact, the whole doctor visit has me in a bad mood.  My regular doctor recently had a baby and is now out on maternity leave.  So, I saw the nurse practitioner.  She has a different nurse than I’m used to but it really shouldn’t matter, right? She calls my name and I enter.  Going through the usual steps we head for the dreaded scale.  Now normally I’m not willing to get on the scale with such enthusiasm but I’ve lost weight since the last appointment so I’m eager to show off this time..  I get on the scale as instructed and look down to see my weight.  For the last 3 months, I’ve been working like a slave to get just a few more pounds off.  You see I’m fighting type 2 diabetes.  I won’t receive it as mine but I’m treating it until God heals me.  Some miracles happen over time you know.  I’m waiting my turn.  I changed my diet after my January appointment because one of my numbers had really gone up.  Remind me to never go to the doctor in January again.  I truly enjoyed Christmas and Thanksgiving and it showed in my A1C.   Anyhow, since then I’d lost 12 pounds.  Yay for me!  I’d been sick over those months as well but I still pulled through.  Now I admit my 12-pound lost had dwindled a little but I’m still pressing on. I’d lose my focus and then get back to work however the scale tells me that I’ve only lost 3 pounds. 

I knew that wasn’t right.  I knew it wasn’t right.  I’d gotten on my scale at home that very morning and that is not what it said.  Not even close.  The nurse goes to write down my numbers.  I said,” no….no… no can we do it again?”  She allows me to step back on the scale. I turn around and look again… Same number…  I tell her,” Listen I know that is not what I weigh.”  Apparently, something in my eyes let her know that I was serious.  So, she agreed to try again.  Again, the same number.  This time I said, can we zero the scale first?  She agreed and when I stepped back up my number was right!  Yes! Praise God I’ve been vindicated! 

Sometimes in life we have to fight a little harder than we think we should to get what is truly ours.  Most of us believe that everything should be like fast food.  Just drive up and pick up.  Hot and ready!  Get it to go!  What if I’d accepted that number?  We don’t have to accept everything that comes our way.  I must and you must have the courage to say,” No, that’s not right…start again.  We must be willing to do what it takes to get it right.  Zero your scale and start over.  I’m reminded of the scripture Philippians 3:13-14 which state,” Brethern I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.”

No matter what it looks like, we have to press forward, think forward be encouraged, don’t stop believing and live in victory.  Believe in God.  He knows, he sees and he loves without ceasing.  We have the victory in Jesus.  Let’s act like it.