At His Feet

I awoke this morning feeling like I had run a marathon. My muscles and joints ached. And the migraine was still with me. Day three. 

I had a nice long conversation with my niece which always makes me feel better. But the migraine continued.

Well-meaning people are always happy to share what they've tried or heard of to cure a migraine.

Eat this.

Don't eat that.

Try this herb.

This essential oil works.

Etc.

Today, all I wanted to say was, "Peace. Be still." I'm not trying to offend anyone or place judgment, its just how I felt the Spirit was leading me today.

The lyrics of a Gospel single by Erica Campbell, "Just a Little More Jesus", kept running through my head. "I need just a little more Jesus. I need just a little more Jesus to help me on the way." The only thing was I needed A LOT more Jesus. 

I went to bed. No music. Just the fan on low and the sound of an almost too happy Chipping Sparrow below the window.

I calmed my spirit. And my mind.

And I put all the stuff that had been crowding my spirit and mind at the feet of Jesus. 

I curled up at His feet. No words were exchanged. I just lay there soaking in His Spirit. He infused or transfused my being. I soaked in whatever He had for me. I'm not sure how long I lay there, an hour or two at least. 

The pain was gone. And I felt refreshed.

The Great Physician did His work. I simply needed to be faithful to His leading.