Dependency

You know when you've started a blog and then your computer malfunctions...this blog is half-way to sucky now because it's the second time I've tried to write it. The first two paragraphs are not virgin blog. I am sorry.

Saying goodbye to my pride was an easier thought than it is an action. As is saying goodbye to the other things I listed yesterday. Probably always easier in word than in deed. I think that's a saying, right? I'm so not original.

So Marci is a rockstar roommate. Yes, I used rockstar...this is a serious blog afterall. She is pretty amazing. Tonight I come home and she's taken out my trash in my bathroom, turned down my bed and probably fluffed my pillows. I thought my room looked cleaner but didn't notice the bed until I was about to get in it. So she's super sweet...and this is where the problem is. She might be leaving. Everyone boo together now. Boooo.

Marci is also the dear soul who has been driving my sorry tush around the last 4 days. What a saint! Her and a few other souls have had the distinct pleasure (ask them, not me) of scurrying me around town. Something about the whole situation tells me that they don't find it quite as annoying as I do. I got a little ranty tonight with Marci...cause I no longer have the level of independence I am comfortable with. My level of preferred independence is complete. And God is breaking me of that. So out the door goes the pride I hold so dear of being able to do it on my own. You know, I could still do it on my own. I could. I could take the bus or walk (but with the injuries that's not such a smart idea at this point). So here's God...breaking me down. Preparing me...and little fighter me is fighting it.

Fighter can be good. Fighter can be bad. Cause when you're a fighter...that doesn't mean you've got the wisdom to choose your fights. You might fight...just to fight. Or fight because that is default mode. You'll fight, not even knowing what you're fighting. So really, if I actually thought about it...smart Kristin would not fight this process of learning to rely on another person. I do want to be married someday and it is simply not going to be easy if I require complete independence while married. That defeats the purpose. So...I see what God's doing. And somewhere in here I hope to become comfortable with asking another person for help when I need it. But right this minute...grrrr.

Have I told you that my church is the greatest church in the world? Well, at least for me it is. Metro is home. Metro is family. Today we had a healing time at the end of the service. I wasn't shy I got right down on the floor and wept. To be honest, my back does hurt and I do still hurt about my dad's health. So I just allowed myself to weep. So show God that I'm desperate for him to heal me, to heal us. Shortly after I landed there someone came over and started praying over me. They were clearly praying for my back. Another came over and did the same. And I felt the pain leaving. When I finally looked up I saw that this person was not one of the people who would know about my injuries. I love how God works!

The pain stayed away long enough for me to raise both arms in worship and to move around a little bit. More people prayed over me tonight and my back is feeling so much better. Praise Jesus! I will still go to the chiropractor this week...but I hope the healing will happen much faster than any of us could imagine.

Okay, not only did I get prayed for. But the ourpouring of love today was amazing. I really felt taken care of. I could list all the ways God showed up through people's obedience...but you know, it's not necessary. God sees and he knows that people showing me they care today was a sacrifice in some way for them. I am thankful I am a part of such a great church where I have such great examples of the word being lived out. What a blessing! So again, letting people support me...same theme all day today.

btw...dad is back home and doing well. More tests tomorrow. Still no results.