I love them. I do. They make me like girlie things. They make me look like a girl. They allow me to even have emotions. The reason I love them the most is because of all the reasons I hate them. You see the times when I want to hate my hormones....it is then that I have to draw closer to Jesus.
This last round of hormone spikage. I just needed Jesus. I knew it. I knew it more than usual.
It dawned on me that this curse from sin in the garden provided an opportunity for God to display His glory.
I get mean, frustrated, antsy, and angry far too quickly when my progesterone levels are up. Everything becomes a big deal. And I cry. I cry because I must possess my vessel. I cry because this is not who I want to be. This is not who I am in Christ!
I must quickly run to my Jesus feet and say "I can't fix it. I don't understand. I need You."
It isn't long before my hormones level out. I'm not as mean. I'm not as impatient. I'm not as angry. Things are not all a big deal. And I am not always as quick to run to Jesus saying "I need You". Yet, I still need Him just as much.
So. I love my hormones. I love that God uses them to sanctify me. I am thankful. Oh so thankful for the recurring reminder that I need Him. That I am redeemed but yet full of sinful habits. That He is patient, slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love.