Seventy-five percent of all medical visits are stress related? How can that be? “Stress and its sister diseases actually change the shape of our blood cells,” the article stated.” Pictures showed “normal happy” blood cells compared to “sick, distorted” blood cells. Not a pretty sight, be glad you missed it.
Today’s ailments include migraines, muscle tension, heart attack, high blood pressure, insomnia, ulcers, and auto-immune disease where the body goes berserk and attacks itself. That’s the diagnosis the doctor dumped on me on me a few years back that launched my pity party. I envisioned hoards of rebel blood cells plundering my poor body.
Suddenly, my joint aches took center stage. I whined about the pain, having to change my diet and alter my lifestyle. My selfish spirit expected God to say, “Poor thing, let’s make her better.” Zap, cured. Whining did the Israelites no good after their Exodus from Egypt; it only irked God, so they wandered in the wilderness for forty years.
A bad attitude can be our Achilles heel. Remember him, the reluctant warrior who fought in the Trojan War? As a baby, his mother dipped him in a river’s magic water to protect him from harm. But to get the little guy out of the water, mom had to hold on to his heel, allowing one vulnerable spot where he was never safe from attack.
What’s your Achilles heel? Mine is all in my head. It’s called stinking thinking and it happens when I use circumstances as dip sticks to measure joy and contentment.
Take this thought: We are never defeated by circumstances, but by our view of them. Let’s re-direct our dipsticks.
“Whatever is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent or praiseworthy, think about such things….and the God of peace will be with you.” Philippians 4:8-9