I make a promise to myself, pretty much daily, not to stress so much. Sadly, that promise goes the way of the other New Year-esque resolutions and doesn’t last until noon. So then I am left to wonder where I went wrong?!
I know that the limitations of my MS-fog-ridden brain make simple decisions elicit much more concentration and time than I expect.
I know that time is the enemy. There is never enough of it and it once gone it takes on a snowball effect for the entire day!
I know that my fatigue requires that I am better off tackling tasks in small doses with frequent breaks between. Have you ever tried to clean a house that way? Heaven help you if you stop for a break and then try to remember where you were in the process when you return to the task. If home isn’t enough of a challenge, try explaining “frequent breaks” at work.
I know that it goes against all reason to try to work full time and keep up a home. Even BMSD (Before Multiple Sclerosis Diagnosis), it felt like an insurmountable expectation. But AMSD (you guessed it – After Multiple Sclerosis Diagnosis), it seems like I give 100% before the end of my work day.
I know that exercise is suppose to alleviate stress. In an effort not to be redundant, please refer to section above.
So, how can I realistically expect to cut my stress down? It is such a retorical question because there is no clear cut answer but rather is accomplished more by permitting myself to be content at the status quo. I found this devotional by C.H.Spurgeon about Philippians 4:11:
“I have learned, in whatever state I am, therewith to be content.”-Philippians 4:11
These words show us that contentment is not a natural propensity of man. “Ill weeds grow apace.” Covetousness, discontent, and murmuring are as natural to man as thorns are to the soil. We need not sow thistles and brambles; they come up naturally enough, because they are indigenous to earth: and so, we need not teach men to complain; they complain fast enough without any education. But the precious things of the earth must be cultivated. If we would have wheat, we must plough and sow; if we want flowers, there must be the garden, and all the gardener’s care. Now, contentment is one of the flowers of heaven, and if we would have it, it must be cultivated; it will not grow in us by nature; it is the new nature alone that can produce it, and even then we must be specially careful and watchful that we maintain and cultivate the grace which God has sown in us. Paul says, “I have learned . . . to be content;” as much as to say, he did not know how at one time. It cost him some pains to attain to the mystery of that great truth. No doubt he sometimes thought he had learned, and then broke down. And when at last he had attained unto it, and could say, “I have learned in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content,” he was an old, grey-headed man, upon the borders of the grave-a poor prisoner shut up in Nero’s dungeon at Rome. We might well be willing to endure Paul’s infirmities, and share the cold dungeon with him, if we too might by any means attain unto his good degree. Do not indulge the notion that you can be contented with learning, or learn without discipline. It is not a power that may be exercised naturally, but a science to be acquired gradually. We know this from experience. Brother, hush that murmur, natural though it be, and continue a diligent pupil in the College of Content.
Hush that Murmur? As in…
Knowing that God is good all the time He has given me a really warped sense of humor that really comes in handy when I am feeling stressed.
or as I like to say…
I have now declared that my new manta, “Not my Circus, Not my Monkeys!”
Here’s to a less stressful week!
-Love Luck and Lollipops!