Sunday, June 4, 2017

Homeopathic Treatment for Whatever Ails You

Me Kayaking Instead of Going to Doctor for Sore Throat

I have not been feeling well lately... run-down, with a really sore throat for several days now. I am putting in a lot of hours in my new job as Cities4Life Volunteer Coordinator, and perhaps that has wiped me out and lowered my resistance to the limitless pathogens that seek to devour me. Concerned that it was Strep, I took my temperature. No fever. Usually Strep is accompanied by a fever. I decided to consult my Facebook Physician-like friends.

"Should I go to the doctor?"

A couple said yes, but most suggested rest and homeopathic remedies. Since the sore throat is worse at night, and seems to wane as the day progresses, I suspect it is not strep, so gave the suggested "Mother Apple Cider Vinegar" cure a try.

Organic, unfiltered, unrefined Apple Cider Vinegar (ACV) has a milky suspended solid that is apparently REALLY good for just about everything: fighting disease, fighting weight gain, hair growth, and reducing wrinkles to name a few. I had bought some a while back based on the reported miraculous properties, but until now, the bottle was unopened.

Since I had nothing to lose, I tried the "hot water with honey and ACV" cure for sore throats. GUESS WHAT??? It worked. I felt much better and it is actually tasty. Then one of my very savvy medically well-versed friends texted me and asked if I had post-nasal drip. I did. She said then my sore throat was probably from allergies. I think she is right, because my eyes have been a little itchy and red!!

Fortified with assurance it wasn't strep, and feeling energized by the ACV cure, I took my kayak back to the same park I had kayaked from last week. My quest was to kayak to the dam where I had heard bald eagles nested. Last time, a raucous jet-skier who came close to colliding with me caused me to turn back short of my goal. This time, I was determined. I would defy the nasty jet skis. Nothing would keep me from my appointed task.

I didn't find bald eagles, but I think I made it almost to the dam. I'd kayaked an hour upstream and knew I should not go further since I had an hour back to dock. It was beautiful. I saw lots of herons, and long-nosed gar in the clear shallow water along shore. No jet skis scared me off. I took a few breaks to cool off in the refreshing water.

As I rested in the water, and then kayaked homeward, I realized I felt a lot better. I praised God for the wonder of His world, and the restorative beauty of nature. The day before at the sidewalks of the abortion center, I had reminded the abortion-minded women that all creation declares the glory and truth of God's existence. Look at this incredible world He has created for us! How deeply He must love us! He didn't have to give us something so beautiful. But He did. Trust Him! He who made the river lined by trees dotted with herons and osprey can be trusted to turn whatever ugliness you face into beauty!

As I kayaked, listening to the guttural squawks of the herons and the screech of the osprey and the splash of my paddles dipping into the blue water, I felt inexpressibly loved. If we could fully embrace the truth of the depth of God's love, how could we ever defy Him with such an unthinkable act as destroying a child He has created within us? Or closer to home for each of us, how could we ever treat another human being unkindly, another person God loves so deeply and has created in His image?

So maybe it was the fresh air, the peace, the beauty, the gentle exertion of kayaking that made me feel better. Maybe it was the Apple Cider Vinegar and honey tea. Or maybe it was dwelling on the truth of God's eternal, infinite love, the ultimate treatment for whatever earthly afflictions we face.

Romans 8:38-39

For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.

If anyone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen.

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