Rays of Light

Talk about an oxymoron; pain killers give me headaches. Of course I’d rather let God heal me, but sometimes I just don’t have the patience or the strength to wait so I turn to drugs –the legal ones of course.

Such was the case today. By five-o’clock I was more than ready to swallow the little white pill that was supposed to relieve the pain and make me forget my woes. My brain sent notification to the troubled area that help was on its way and my injured back muscles began to relax as the pain began to fade. However, it didn’t take long for my eyelids to droop involuntarily and my stomach to feel slightly queasy from this foreign invader. As a result, my defense mechanisms yelled “Sleep!” so I complied as best I could.

About an hour later I got up with every intention to make dinner but I wasn’t even sure if the head bobbling atop my shoulders was even mine. True, that little white pill helped ease the pain in my back, but I had only traded it for a headache and a slight case of incoherence. Don’t tell my teens this, but this is probably the best time for them to ask me for stuff since I am hardly able to make rational decisions.

My husband made dinner so that I could soak in a hot bath instead. (Have I told you wonderful he is?) While in the tub, I managed to say a simple prayer for healing because that tends to be more effective than eucalyptus oil- which does seem to help by the way. Oddly, I did find it almost humorous that I was dealing with a headache after taking a heavy duty pain killer –go figure.

After a while, it was painfully obvious, pun intended, that the little white pill hadn’t really eliminated my awful back pain, it only covered it -and created additional pain to boot. True, the pain medication was a welcome quick-fix remedy, but it didn’t really solve anything.

Obviously, in order for our bodies to be pain-free for good, they need to be healed at the root of the problem. The same thing applies to emotional wounds; they can become excruciatingly painful when left untreated. Often, we try to cover our emotional pain with one of those quick-fix remedies -you know what I‘m talking about. We mistakenly believe that we can take some little white pill, metaphorically speaking, and the pain will simply go away. While it is true that we might defer the pain for awhile, it has hardly gone away.

This temporary fix creates other problems as well; emotional pain that is not healed at the root always manifests in other areas of our lives. And when this happens, we tend to become so distracted by the side effects that we are hardly able to make rational decisions. This is the adversary’s plan.

Praise God there is a true remedy for every ailment; His name is Jesus. We are so blessed that He, our Great Physician, lovingly and completely heals all of our emotional wounds from the root, along with the pain. And isn’t it wonderful we don’t need to schedule an appointment to meet with Him. Our great physician is always available, has every answer to every emotional pain, andHis healings have no negative side-effects whatsoever.

I have learned through the years not to waste any time calling on the Great Physician when I am emotionally wounded. If only I could learn to deal with physical ailments a little more quickly at times. Oh well, I am still a spiritual bobble-head at times. Can anyone relate?