8/24/2016. CBB
I went for a massage today and was telling the massage therapist about my muscle aches and fever last week and that several folks had suggested fibromyalgia. One person on Facebook, however, had said, “Don’t receive that word.” Today the massage therapist said one of her clients told her about envisioning it like only having a limited amount of energy allotted for the day…she likened it to having a fixed number of spoons in her hand that she can dole out a spoonful of effort at the time. When the spoons are gone, she’s done for the day. As I thought about that I decided I would not receive that word or that analogy. I know that God can give me energy sufficient for whatever he calls me to each day. Then, as I was leaving,my car tire ran over something that popped rather loudly….like a glass bottle. I stopped to see what it was and it was……a plastic spoon! I chuckled, deciding that God was surely confirming my rejection of the “only so many spoons” disease image of what I experienced.