Someone on Facebook posed the question today: Do you take care of you? Got me to thinking; do I? I know that in years past I didn’t. I didn’t love myself very much & I didn’t think anything good was ever going to happen for me. So I tried slow suicide by cigarettes & food.
God had a protective arm around me, though, & despite my best efforts, He sustained me. And led me to therapy. And provided me with medication for my psychiatric diseases. And, when I began to love myself a little, He provided me with a medication which caused me to quit smoking effortlessly. Then He led me to bariatric surgery & began working with me on making healthier food choices & sustained & healed me from my bariatric surgery. He’s always been there for me even when I was a practicing pagan & turned my back on Him. Still He stayed with me.
With all that love lavished on me when I certainly was a broken sinner, I began to feel I was worthy of taking care of me. And now my life is filled with joy, with love, with the blessing of a church family & a lifting of the shadows that always before hovered just above my head. So I am grateful & know that through Jesus I am worthy, so yes, I do take care of me. Amen.