I Couldn't Hold a Real Job

I'm one of those Americans who simply could not hold a real job.  I've always worked, but back when women got the right to invade factory work, I wasn't interested.  The last thing on earth I'd want to do is the same thing on the same machine, day after day.  In my twenties and early thirties I did hold real jobs.  I worked in long term health care.  I worked in a family business for my then, in-laws, and I worked in the funeral industry.  I owned a restaurant, for a time, and it was quite successful, but that's when my health began to change.

I was diagnosed with MS at an early age, and experienced exacerbation from time to time, but by my mid-thirties, it was taking it's toll.  I'm not one to call illness a blessing, although I've heard many people say that, I do know it can be used of our Creator to get our attention.  I also know, many of our illnesses are brought on by our own disobedience and lack of responsibility.  By my mid-thirties, I was serving YHWH, but my health was not going well.  I had to do a complete dietary change, that went beyond keeping kosher, for a time.  I'm not adding to or taking away from Scripture, but there's a lot of additives in our food, and my body just needed a major break to be able to feel better.

Now, twenty years later, I'm still walking, and not on any sort of disability.  I do a lot in a given day, but there are also draw backs that would not could not transcend tradition employment.  One of the most therapeutic things I do is drink nearly a gallon of untreated water a day.  That alone, would not work into a work schedule, but here, I can have my glass at all times and access to "down the hall" at all times!  I could not physically be on my feet for 8 hours a day, but I can manage chores and garden work just fine.  I am blessed to be able to have a business and not have to drive to an office, so I don't have to face housework after a long day at the office.

As a writer, if I had to sit in a cubical all day, I'd go mad . . . but having access to life, a window, outdoors, and notes at any given time, my sanity remains relatively intact.  YHWH allowed this illness for reasons, some I can clearly see and others, not so clearly, but my physical limitations do not hinder, the unconventional ministry and lifestyle to which He has called me.