And The Ministry Continues

 

And The Ministry Continues

     My sister Sherri used to live in Titusville, Florida.  Yah, the place where NASA shoots its rockets off.  But more importantly, in this case, the beach of Playalinda inside the national park held more motion experienced by this Iowan on a seasonal visit.  Regarding the power of the waves, I didn’t gallantly march into the waters declaring conquest.  Timidly I edged in from ankle to calf then thigh deep. Waves lapped the shore, rhythmic force abreast in timed sequence.  If I calculated my stance, oncoming swells did not pull me out to sea.  Yet, the inviting depth seduced me to venture in further.

     It was when the brine held chest level, then it came.  Catching me off balance as I tried to swim, a particularly large swell engulfed me and began its roll as it neared the beach.  Lost in its grip, water pounded my sense of bearing.  Suddenly, ‘up’ was no longer defined and I frantically flailed my limbs trying to regain the familiar under footing.  As the upcoming beach commanded the wave to give up its power, it surrendered releasing its prisoner in an oceanic mix of sand and seaweed.

     My battle with Nature’s usual power left me humiliated and sputtering salt water from mouth and nostrils.  The warm sand still in reach beckoned my dizzy feet and I found its soft, reassuring comfort as I neared the draped towel across its ground.  Did anyone see?  Oh yah, my sister, as I remember had a remark of slight jesting.

     My recent experience with doctor prescribed oxycodone pulled me under.  Similar to the wave, it knocked me off my feet and I lost my bearing.  Spitting salt water and regaining consciousness from my bell being rung, subsequent night’s sleep eventually wore off the toxic levels which clouded my mind in anxiety.  Good drug for pain.  Just not for me.

     It is God who restores.  When all seems lost, He leads us back to homeostasis.  He has designed our bodies to be self-regulating.  Brain chemicals, serotonin and dopamine drift in and out but God has the final say.  It’s only when we monkey with our insides to an extent do we hit tilt.  Fallen on the floor, we need the pharmacal chemicals to right us and gain our balance again.  When we put our bodies in manual mode, we listen to the prescribers and abide by their rules.  They are experts and we wouldn’t have hauled in our uncontrolled junk to them if it weren’t the case.

     “Yes, sir!”  As written, as prescribed.  And I take no other’s pills.  Federal law forbids me to share. Another oxycodone trip?  Not today.  I’m weaning off them.  Dizziness subsiding and courage coming with anxiety decreasing.  I am finally freed from the prison of my mind.

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