You guys - Lindsey here. I am so honored to have a guest post today from my friend Sue. She and her husband were my pastors when I first moved to California and they walked with me through the joys and challenges of being single in my twenties. (I previously wrote an ode to Sue and her scones - you've got to try them.)
Since I've met her, Sue decided to pursue her dream of writing and has published 6 books! (My favorite is My Bangs Look Good and Other Lies I Tell Myself. I know. The book is as funny as the title.) Sue's living her dream while raising three boys in Silicon Valley. I'm so thrilled that she's written this piece for us today - it made me giggle and think, two of my favorite things to do.
A few weeks ago, I decided to do a 10 day detox.
You know…one of those ones where you give up dairy, caffeine, sugar and flour.
Basically, all the things that make life beautiful and worth living.
The idea was to spend those 10 days nurturing myself, concentrating on getting healthy: taking morning walks, limiting social media, ending each day with soak in lavender Epsom salts and reconnecting with Jesus through my devotional time.
I had a vision of coming out of the detox a few pounds lighter, more focused and you know, holier.
Let me tell you how my detox went.
I spent the first two days in fetal position trying to sleep off hideous caffeine headaches.
This was followed by a single morning walk which ratcheted up my hip muscles like a tightly wound jack-in-the-box just waiting to jump out with a big “Surprise!”
The big surprise was that after one lavender Epsom salts detoxifying bath, my entire back decided to seize up on me.
Because tall girls shouldn’t take baths.
There is no possible way to get all of your long body and legs into a small bathtub.
So I went from soaking to icing.
And taking Advil and muscle relaxants. Could anything be more toxic?
The back thing has happened 3 times in the last 4 years. And each time I think,
“Sweet Jesus! Not again.”
I dread the fogginess of the drugs, the painful physical therapy and slow geriatric recovery that follows.
But …deep breath….I am learning to see the silver lining in my imminent couch time.
You should know that I always get a good cry in first before I consider any silver linings.
I have to recognize one more time that I am not in control. But Jesus is.
That I am needy and worn down and wanting. But He is not.
And that Jesus can meet me just as easily mid-back pain as he can mid-detox.
I have felt His presence in the kindness of my husband as unloads the washing machine. (True love in action!)
In the prayers of my friends. In the faces of my boys when they ask, “Mom, are you okay?”
And in the moments of quiet when the boys are at school the reconnecting part is happening.
Maybe it takes a good hip spasm for me to get quiet before him.
And He has brought this verse to mind,
“He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul.”
The lying down part? Done.
The leading me beside still waters? In the works.
So….one more deep breath….and let the restoration begin.
Author & speaker Susanna Foth Aughtmon is a pastor's wife and mother of three boys. She assists her husband, Scott, in various ministries at their church plant, Pathway Church, in Redwood City, California. For fun, she likes to eat chocolate, read lots of fiction and drink coffee with her girlfriends. Find her on Facebook or check out her hilarious blog The Tired Supergirl.
Lindsey again - didn't I tell you that you would giggle and think? Leave Sue some love in the comments for her to read on the couch and then go read her blog - you can't not be encouraged.