The Busy Work of Stopping Me

The searing pain was second only to the acidic burn perforating a hole into my brain. Words do not do the fiasco justice.  I had suffered with a sinus infection for two weeks.  I had two days until I was to travel, alone, well with my mom, but no kids, to California for The Mount Hermon Writers Conference.   Advancing my book was the icing on the metaphorical cake of sleeping through the night for the first time since 1995.

“Why didn’t you go to the doctor?” you ask.

Because the doctor meant steroids.  Steroids meant no sleep (and weight gain.)  Besides, that’s why we have Pintrest.

Yes.  Pintrest.

Imagine if you will, an educated woman, mother of 5, sometimes 6… hubby says no way to 7, but has never turned anyone away, in her pajamas typing this into her Pintrest search….





Fear the apple cider vinegar sinus wash like Baptists fear a Ouija board and all you can drink pitcher Margaritas.  The FBI should have anything associated with this wash on the terror watch list. If you dare venture down this homeopathic assault on humanity, PLEASE follow the directions.

Ah ha!  I confess, I am a natural cook.  I do not use recipes.  I can glance at a chicken enchilada PIN and wing it magnificently.  This is fine for Tex-Mex… it is not okay for sinus washes.

It's important to have a pretty neti pot to force the noxious liquid into your sinus cavity.

It’s important to have a pretty neti pot to force the noxious liquid into your sinus cavity.

These are the “directions” I used.  Take a neti pot, I have a cobalt blue neti-pot.  It’s important to have a pretty neti pot to force the noxious liquid into your sinus cavity. Fill it with warm water, or if you are desperate and about to travel, steaming hot water that might cause 2nd degree burns on human flesh.  Add an unmeasured, healthy portion of organic apple cider vinegar.  It really should be organic.  Organic is good. Pour this mixture into your nose.

Any one of these signs is applicable to the apple cider vinegar sinus wash.

Any one of these signs is applicable to the apple cider vinegar sinus wash.

Flailing ensued.  Choking, gagging, spitting, and screaming followed.  Some negotiations with Jesus went on, then out of sheer desperation, a short consultation with the dark side, at which point the Good Lord intervened and I blacked-out.  When I regained consciousness, I was blind in my left eye, I had peed my pants, and I had forgotten everything from the third grade.  I did the third grade twice, once in 1981 and again in 1982, this was a significant loss; stupid times tables.

I hate math.

I hate math.

All this to be said, I had epiphany.  Do not worry, I had it tonight; the aforementioned brain melting was several weeks ago.  I was waiting for one of the children to come out of a meeting. I was sitting alone in my car, a rarity, listening to a local Christian radio station and the announcer read this scripture;

“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.  Are you not much more valuable the they?” (Matthew 6:26 NIV)

I started thinking about this.  I have been trying to fix things.  A lot of things.  Not just sinus infections.   I worry.  I contemplate.  I google.  I pin.  I am not a bad person, although, obviously, I tend to make some really bad decisions.  It is occurring to me, I never really let go and let God have control unless I am rendered unconscious, blind, lying in a puddle of pee.  I want to be a woman that walks by faith. I can honestly say I don’t want to be blind again.  I want to trust God for all my needs.  I am deep in this thought and then I see it.  A wounded pigeon in the parking lot… drinking from a dirty puddle of water.

This little pigeon...

This little pigeon…

My mind is flooded with grief and worry.  I must save this pigeon.  The Lord is providing the feathered rodent some dirty water and a half eaten french fry!  I must intervene.   I picture myself feeding it some fresh Evian from the bottle in my cup holder… no, I might drown him.  I could take it home?  I envision myself being mauled by the trapped bird in my van, a child screaming from his car seat… me crashing into a ditch.  No.  Even if I did get it home… then I would have an injured pigeon… at home.  I could snap it’s neck like my dad taught me to do while dove hunting, put it out of its misery… morbid.  No.  Nothing short of me pouring apple cider vinegar into my cranium will stop me from rescuing this helpless animal! I search the car for some.  None.  There’s a Long John Silvers next door.  I could pour a packet of malt vinegar into my nostril…

Jesus, make me stop.

In my quest to find vinegar the bird disappeared into some thick, decorative, bushes.  At the same time, the child I was waiting for emerges from the building with some others… I am spared my own devices… just in time.

He disappeared into the shrubs.

He disappeared into the shrubs.

I can’t sleep now.  At my core I want to save the world.  I am a fixer.  I am a pinner.  I pin things that might make things easier or make a difference.  When I hear the scripture “Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns….”  I picture a field of sunflowers… not a oily parking lot puddle.  When I read homeopathic recipes…  I imagine they will help, not rob me of my elementary education or blind me.  When we started our journey in our mission field I wanted…

Tonight, although I am tempted to knock myself out, I will try to sleep in my “prayer chair.”  My only prayer, “Jesus stop me.”  Stop me from fixing, pinning, budgeting, scheduling, crying, worrying, planning, googling, writing, editing, and organizing.  Help me let go Lord so You are free from the busy work of stopping me.  Feed the birds, save the babies…. do Your thing.  Amen.

About jamiamerine

I am a wife, mom, & seeker of joy! I love to share funny and inspirational tales with my fellow moms. I fully believe that God intended laughter to be a form of rest and worship. I have a few kids. I have a few years on me. I have a great husband. And I love to laugh. I studied home economics in college, I can cook just about anything, but do not ask me to sew. In my graduate work I studied education and human development, I consider my life continuing education, my children are my ongoing thesis. If they survive that, I will let you know! I write non-fiction for laughter, respite, and inspiration. I also am in the process of submitting my first fiction mystery and have two more in the works! Mom life is hard work. My prayer for my readers is that, even if it you just have five minutes, you can be inspired and encouraged today. Keep it short and sweet... rest in Jesus girlfriend.
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8 Responses to The Busy Work of Stopping Me

  1. jamiamerine says:

    Reblogged this on sacredgroundstickyfloors and commented:

    Reminding myself of this again, and again, and again….


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  3. mckelvie12 says:

    It was fun reading this one again. One of my favorites.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Mary Libcke says:

    Thank you for sharing so much of your wonderful life. Spares me from looking too closely at mine for just a few minutes.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Keri says:

    I did apple cider vinegar wash once. Learned my lesson. lol!!!! Drink it with a little water next time you have a sinus infection. Like a shot. Tbsp of Braggs ACV and a little water to cut the acidity down so it doesn’t burn so bad. It’s a little like drinking pickle juice 😉 Do it several times a day until the infection is gone. It helps to thin out the mucus naturally so the infection can clear.
    I love your blog. I’m so thrilled to find a Christian based funny mommy blog. I have Lyme Disease so I also suffer from CFS and I saw on here struggles that resound with me so clearly. Thank you for bringing light and life to daily struggles and a Godly perspective to turn it around.

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