I have always wanted to be a superhero. Fighting crime in a cute outfit appeals to me in a way that I guess I just can't describe. As a child, I loved Jaime Sommers (oh how I longed to be bionic!) and could think of nothing more amazing than to be Diana Prince... (You're a wonder, Wonder Woman!) As an adult, I confess a inner desire to be Sydney Bristow and kick some bad guy.... booty.
Now, I have a few super powers (including a sonic blast of a whistle & the power to command the attention of hundreds of children without a microphone or candy) that are pretty impressive. However, as you know already, I've been feeling less than super lately.
(unless you count the two days I was flying around all hyped up on Prednisone last week! I was OUT OF CONTROL! I felt like a crimefighter for realz, people! POW! I sorted through stacks of paper! POW! I bought cute shoes! POW! I finished my Christmas shopping! POW! I foiled my trash-eating beagle! BOO-YAH! .....But then the breathing thing got the best of me and I lost the POW! sad but true story.)
And though I've come to terms with the fact that I can't take stairs in a single bound, and that I am just not going to be huffing and puffing and blowing anything over anytime soon, I'm still not ready to give up entirely and just lie and wait to die. I woke up this morning ready to fight! As soon as the offices were open, I went on a phone-calling mission to get my referral to the Pulmonary Specialist expedited. I talked to one person, then another, then one more. Each was so kind to give me just a little more information until I at last wound up with the Pulmonary Master Scheduler (that's her actual title) who was- I KID YOU NOT- the coolest, most accommodating person I've ever come across in the medical phone talking profession. And here's the AMAZING MIRACLE....She got me an appointment TOMORROW with the actual CHIEF OF PULMONARY MEDICINE!!!
It's those little moments that remind me that God totally has this handled. I don't need to BE a superhero... I HAVE a Superhero... and He wants even more than I do for me to be living out the plan that He has for me. I don't need to be out trying to summons up my own answers, to fight my own battles, to figure out what to do next on my own! He'll give me all the 'POW'ers I need to be able to do exactly what I need to do exactly when I need to do it. I can relax in the fact that while I need to be sensitive to His leading, I don't need to fret that I'm not super enough to kick this. Yes, I'm weary. I can't breathe. I have no POW left... but.... I merely have to reach out and touch Him to access far more than I could even ask for. His is the Kingdom. His the Power. His is the Glory. Forever and ever.... AMEN!
How's that for POW?!?!
But Jesus said, “Someone deliberately touched me, for I felt healing power go out from me.”
(that being said, I'd like the record to show that I'm still not giving up my dream of wearing a cape, cute boots, and some kickin' bracelets, SOMEDAY ... okay?)