The Third Excuse

Another reason I hate (and I mean hate) asking others to pray for me is pride.

Admitting I have a problem and need help is exposing my weaknesses to everyone around me. It’s admitting I can’t do something on my own; that I don’t have any answers.

My last entry is a perfect example. I humbled myself before you, and less than twelve hours later I wanted to delete it.

In a country — perhaps the world — people are given praise for rising above their challenges without the help of others, especially an unseen God.

Do I not write well because I practice at it? Do I not have a child because my husband and I sought out a doctor to make it possible? Do I have a job where I make a decent living because I worked (no pun intended) at it for the last eighteen years?

Where was God in all that?

If he played no part in those things, why go to him now over something as simple as a skin disease?

Because for me I reached a breaking point. I can’t stand the pain anymore. I’ve tried the drugs, I’ve tried the creams, I’ve tried eliminating all perfumes and dyes from everything that touches my skin.

Yet still it persists.

As I noted in a comment to LK in the previous entry, that it’s stress related I have no doubt.

Eliminating that stress is another matter entirely. I’m no good at eliminating stress when it’s stress that drives me.

Maybe it’s not prayer I need after all.

4 thoughts on “The Third Excuse

  1. Hi,
    Sorry to hear of your troubles and the pain from the eczema? That it afflicts one hand and not the other, it could be from stress, as you say (but I’m no doctor). But I do understand such cycles. How our reactions to someone make the situation worse, and then we react even more, which makes it even worse.
    I’ve written about breaking anxiety’s cycle here, and about dealing with a chronic illness/handicap here, which hopefully can help?
    Regarsd
    Peter

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  2. Yep, understood – it’s the stress that keeps you running but how do you cut it off when needed? No answers on that one. I did go workout a bit last night and felt infinitely better afterwards. Still, my writing is stuck because my head is too cluttered, but so be it. It’ll return.

    Yoga. Seriously. There are tons of DVDs so you can do it at home. I have to get back to it, too. Maybe I’ll get unstuck then.

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