Garbage disposal problems.

Good Morning! I am limping into the day...

We have a garbage disposal in our kitchen sink (an electric unit that allows what most countries compost to be sent down a drain) . Yesterday in my disappointment (in myself for wasting foods) I needed to toss some left overs that I got a bit to busy to use up. I really hate to throw out our resources like that. Well the garbage disposal is temperamental and I often forget to use care and dispose of th foods slowly paying attention to the needs of the disposal. When I don't allow it to work as it should it jams. Then I have a real mess, usually stinky one too (for the foods that might be spoil are the ones that get tossed).
So yesterday I jammed the garbage disposal. I usually get Beloved to come in with the plunger and fix my mess and it is not a fun task. Often you get splashed with disgusting water...You get the idea?
Well beloved was at work and I had a mind to get the kitchen cared for. It was in my heart to fix my neglected kitchen so it would be the way I like it. I went and got the plunger and did the job and then sanitized the plunger (Spoiled turkey was the culprit) . It smelled real bad too, but the point is I took care of it myself. I have depended on Hubby when he is home to do what I can do for myself if in a pinch (just because I hate doing it) . Hubby takes good care of me indeed.
I need to take the responsibility to take good care of me.

After my guest left last night I was drawn into Ephesians 6. I noticed how the very same text that tells us how important it is to respect the role of Mother Father, tells us To be strong in union with God. It goes onto speak of the armor and Standing sure footed.
I then went to bed. I found myself awakened around 3 a.m. to being very ill. An illness all too familiar.
You see I treat myself like that garbage disposal under the kitchen sink. I have been sloppy eating wheat and such. NOT GOOD. The wheat then causes my pipes to swell and then just like the one under the sink the problems begin and end with a terrible bowel disruption and the overflow of vomiting.
Then who should come into me aide...? My Beloved.
Finding me shivering and cold on the bathroom floor so weak and ill that I can not tend to my self. He cleaning up my illness and covering me with towels. This lasted two hours or so and has left me weak today.
I am not a garbage disposal but I often treat myself like one. I will give greater consideration to another than to excuse myself from eating things that I am allergic to ( my guest made a wonderful chicken noodle soup (wheat noodles...I promised her next time I would speak up). I will also cram those things into my "pipe whole" that I should not (wheat cookies the kids made).
As I am aging, just like that machine under the sink, I am loosing the ability to get buy with too much junk crammed in at once :)
Not only that but it is not so fair to my Beloved to make him responsible to loose sleep caring for me when avoidance would have been the higher road. I was threatened with a colonoscopy bag at one point two years ago this was so bad. My pipes would clog for up to two weeks at a time causing violent illness and loss of function. It is do to the swelling of the colon wall from the allergy to wheat and milk and such. So the old remedies are not applicable.
I managed somehow to do my morning chores and kids to school. Now the tasks I need to do are also hindered because of my lack of respect for myself and lack of discipline.
Maybe you can relate.

The remedy is caring about me enough to stop treating myself like a garbage disposal.
To start prizing my vessel and going the extra mile (20 :)) to fix the things I need to "just for me".