My Jonah Story

 

I want to tell you a story, a true story I will call “My Jonah Story.” I must advise that this story is a bit dire and messy so a word of caution while reading if you will! So, if you’re still with me, here goes:

I just finished reading the book of Jonah. It’s a very short book in the bible; only 4 chapters. After I finished observing and correcting my situation, I must say that I was a little disobedient in my walk with God (how can you be a little disobedient with God?), and I suffered one volatile night, “explosive” enough to not go down this path again!

As you may or not know, I am beginning my path of learning to walk again with Pal, which is what I call my prosthetic foot. It’s been both exciting and exhausting at the same time.

I had asked God to help me do something different, and boy did He answer that prayer! Keep in mind that, for the last year, 90-95% of my time was spent in bed. All I could do was read and read and read, study the word, watch TV, and do homework through Bible studies and Thin Within. I was just tired of doing that, so Pal comes into my life.

As I started putting Pal on, I felt a shift in my thinking. I started to lean towards activity and exercise. I even caught myself looking into some supplements that could help boost me.

My husband was urging me to do that because he had mentioned that he wanted to try one of those green drinks. So I watched the 20-minute video and thought it was interesting. We have a vitamin shop close by, so my husband went and purchased a jar.

I tried one, but didn’t like the taste, so I proceeded to try the red drink instead. The next day I made a smoothie for breakfast and it seemed to work.

Remember I had not prayed about this; I’m just going with the flow. I did say, “God I hope that am doing the right thing here. I’m not sure if you want me to do this.”

The third day I tried a peanut butter smoothie with the drink, and was boasting that it kept my hunger at bay. I really didn’t want any food. So I kept thinking, “I’ll just have a smoothie and one meal and that’s how I’m going to release weight. I’m not dieting. This stuff is going to work!”

Well later on in the evening of the third day, my stomach started to rumble. James, our son, had just gotten home and the lady who brought him home was talking to my husband. She is a sweet lady, but talks a bit much. I needed to get my husband’s attention because I REALLY had to use the bathroom. I eventually managed to get to the commode beside my bed and relieved myself. My husband got me back in the bed and under the covers.

 


[My word of caution now goes into effect, in case you thought that last bit was “it.”]


 

Not even ten minutes later, my stomach started again. This time it was too late. I found out I had diarrhea! So after we got me cleaned up and changed the bed and I took some of that pink drink for diarrhea, it was now about 12:00 midnight. I told my husband that, if I have to go, I will brave it out until the morning to keep him from having to get up and not sleeping through the night.

I sleep in a hospital bed. Sure enough, about 3am it started in again. My stomach started to rumble, and continued rumbling on for two more hours. I was miserable, wet, sticky, and stinky.

I may not have been in the deep dark belly of a whale, but I was most certainly in a deep dark mess!

It’s funny now, but it sure wasn’t when I was going through it!! By about 5 am,  I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to wake up my husband. Can you imagine what I said? I told him I’d had a blow-out! HA! It was more like a sonic boom!

My husband had put a pillow under my leg the previous night, and we had to throw that away in the trash.

Thank God I had a plastic sheet on the mattress or we would have needed to get a whole new mattress.

So I got my answer. This is not what God wanted me to do.

As I think about this hysterical story, who would have gotten the glory for the weight release? I would have. It was my own control and concoction that would have gotten the glory. God would not have been anywhere around.

He is a jealous God; He wants me to surrender and obey him. He must and will get ALL of the glory for my weight release!

I have learned my lesson. And I found out that “God, I hope I’m doing the right thing” does not count as a prayer.

But I will sacrifice unto thee with the voice of thanksgiving, I will pay that which I have vowed.” (Jonah 2:9)

 


 

 

Wanda Walker

(See her bio below.)

4 Responses to My Jonah Story

  1. Marybeth July 13, 2019 at 9:47 am #

    Thank you for putting yourself out there and sharing this story. I have “fallen off the wagon” so to speak recently and am frustrated with my lack of weight loss and impatient to get back on track and release the weight. Although I have seen great success with Thin Within, it requires patience and I haven’t had a lot of that lately. I’ve gone so far as looking into a popular weight loss program (so expensive!) and considering using some of the drinks and shakes you mentioned in your post. I truly believe this is the enemy at work to take our focus off of God. But your story reminded me that I need to keep my focus on Him and by being obedient in His word, I will experience success. Thank you!

  2. Heidi Bylsma July 13, 2019 at 10:09 am #

    Love it, girlfriend! So glad you have shared this. How often do we stumble over the temptation to add dieting wisdom to our Thin Within journeys? Thanks for being so courageous!

  3. Dena July 16, 2019 at 2:37 pm #

    Thank you, Wanda, for sharing. Your encouragement and insight always blesses me.

  4. Wanda Walker July 18, 2019 at 2:51 pm #

    Thank you for your comments.

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