C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity:

“It comes the very moment you wake up each morning.
All your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals.

And the first job each morning consists simply in shoving them all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in.

And so on, all day.
Standing back from all your natural fussings and frettings; coming in out of the wind.”

I am His preferred method of communication, as are you: God does Christianity through us.
And this is a New Story.

I woke knowing something was
off
pulling at me
troubling my soul
pressing against my peace
and it was all being evidenced, distributed through my balance and my eyes.
With the World's new diagnosis - Mini Stroke - there is the temptation to be drawn to worry with such unease.

But the battle is also evidenced. I can actually see it, as the darkness tries to grab my vision in my left eye. I can battle it. I can stand.
Because I am His.
Because He fights.
I am His witness.
I am His testimony.

I find myself in what feels like just constant prayer — not polished prayer, not religious performance, but the deep, daily laying down of myself before Him.

Lord, I am willing.
I will obey.
I will walk.
I will not be ruled by what is diagnosed.
I will not be governed by what is felt.
I will not bow to fear.
I am changed.

The world has a name: Mini Stroke.
Lord, Let me Trust You - even here.
My body may be often under pressure but
always
I am under His command.

I am not pretending there is no battle.
I am declaring there is a Greater King.
And He is mine, I am His.
He does not ask me to believe I can win this fight:
He invites me to remember He already has.