Picture It & Write December 02/2012


Pills__by_howdarntragicThis is a subject too close to home these days. A picture portraying a desperate woman. Wanting her pain to leave, and finding no other way, has questioned the idea of taking pills.

The difference between her and me is very wide. I do not wish to take pills. I hate taking medications and only take ibuprofen, if I think I am dying from pain. LOL. Instead, I want to escape, run away, hide under my blankets and sleep until the next day. If things get too heavy, I will even stay a way from WordPress. The thought of bringing other sweet friends down does not make me happy, so better to go into hiding.

Sometimes, I will get on the phone and talk to one of three friends that I have. This can be very comforting to me. Other times I will go see Al, and hope that he can entertain my thoughts for a while.

Pain can run very deep in my veins. It causes empty voids, feelings of being alone or abandoned. It can cause blue skies to look gray and dreary. I absolutely hate it, but I  don’t seem able  to escape for very long before sad news is dealt to me again from a brand new deck of cards.

What I try to do to, instead of looking in my medicine shelves, is look towards  God. God and constant friends who do not desert me. God and friends are very comforting to me. It is a nice feeling to all humans to know that people care and that we are important to another soul in the world.

I hope this woman in the picture finds God before she reaches for the open pills. Satan is helping her by whispering in her ear, that this is the easiest way out, but God will hold your hand and carry you and I through it. Friends, let’s hope that this lady has friends. Please Lord, allow that phone to ring. Let the person on the other end, tell her that they were thinking of her. Let her know that we care. You, God, are a miracle worker, I pray for a miracle for this lady. Amen.

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12 thoughts on “Picture It & Write December 02/2012

  1. There are many answers and sadly, those who live in pain can often feel hopeless. I hope things improve and thank you for sharing your suffering and great storytelling skills, Terry. Thanks for contributing this week!

    - Ermisenda

  2. There is a lot of wisdom in what you have said, Terry. As we reach out to the Lord, He is already reaching out to us. Sometimes it doesn’t seem as if He is anywhere around, but He feels what we feel, sees what we see, and beyond. And He holds the solution in that hand He is reaching out to us. Just keep trusting, calling on Him and praising Him. He is our only solution. God bless you, Terry.

    • sometimes these writing exercises are very hard to write. They make me dig into my own life. The sadness comes and goes now, instead of lingering daily. Healing is a good thing and I know that God is here waiting for me to reach out all of the time, just not part of the time. I sin too much. I will try to fix my own problems first, then go to him when I can’t do it.

      • I think every one of us does that all too often, Terry. It’s our old human nature kicking in before we allow the nature of God to take over. But we are all learning I’m sure. It takes a lifetime to get there.

    • you are exactly right Devina! Our Western part of the country depends heavily on drugs for anything. I believe in doctors, but some times if he ask for healing or it it is emotional then going to family and friends may be able to help. If it gets to bad, we should see a doctor. This is why we have the super bugs now. Our bodies have become so immune from so many medications

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