I have a cycle that I go through. The better part of the cycle is when I have energy, I think of really great things to do, and I start projects. I’m feeling good, sleeping well, no great aches or pains. I’m eating healthier, might even be losing a pound or two.
And then there’s the other part of the cycle. No energy, can’t think straight, everything looks like too much trouble. Can’t imagine starting anything new. My whole body hurts, I’m not sleeping well. Eating too much, putting on weight.
These cycles have varying degrees. Sometimes there’s not much of a spike or much of a dip. Kinda in the middle of everything. Sometimes the spike up is very noticeable, at least to me. I have energy! I am wide awake! I have things to do, places to go, people to see!
And then sometimes the dip is sitting in my beloved recliner, staring at the TV, my thoughts telling me that I’m stupid, inadequate, old, fat, that I’ll never finish any of my projects.
During these cycles, I basically remain the same person. I have obligations that have to be addressed. I have promised people I will be there to do it. My calendar is filling up. I have a ministry that needs my attention and that includes lots of study, reading and writing. My husband and I like to go camping and there’s lots to do before and after each trip.
The up and down of this cycle is not enough to warrant treatment. I don’t make bad decisions because of it or do things I wouldn’t ordinarily do. I would guess that most people who know me don’t even realize all this is going on. I put on a good front. Probably too good.
As a Christian, I want to point everything to Christ. When I’m feeling good, it’s my joy to do it. When I’m feeling bad, it gets a bit tough.
I’ve been a Christian my whole adult life. I’ve been through many a crisis, just like everybody else. I have learned, over and over, that God never changes and that He is continuously with me. I know, no matter how I’m feeling, that God still loves me because Jesus died for my sins. I know, no matter how I’m feeling, that Jesus rose from the dead and sent the Holy Spirit in His place to keep me connected to the Father.
I don’t have any particular scripture that I use to bring me comfort; I don’t have a life verse. But as I am reading and studying, as I am listening in Sunday School and church, as I am talking with friends, the Lord gives me what I need to hear. It is His presence more than His words.
Jesus promised me that He would be with me always. Always. So far, He’s never broken that promise. I don’t look for it to happen anytime soon…