
I was sort of catapulted into learning how to rest.
One busy fall season, I suddenly started to notice weakness, dizziness, and a racing heart. It happened a couple of weeks after a severe bout of sciatica. At first, I thought it was serotonin syndrome because I was taking a muscle relaxer to combat the pain and have been on a combination of SSRIs for many years, but discontinuing the muscle relaxer didn’t help. I ended up in the ER twice in one weekend, and I received a diagnosis of POTS during the second visit.
For those of you that don’t know about POTS, it’s an acronym that stands for Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, but the trouble goes FAR beyond a fast heart rate. It fits under the wider branch of “dysautonomia,” which means that my autonomic nervous system doesn’t work properly. In other words, my heart rate, blood pressure, body temperature, and various other bodily systems are wildly unregulated, and I spend a good amount of time dizzy, lightheaded, weak, and/or exhausted. The best [read with intense sarcasm] part of the whole thing is that there is no cure and also very few effective treatments. Thankfully, I don’t pass out like a lot of patients do. I just lose muscle control and end up flat on the floor, grass, or wherever else I happened to be standing. Both poor sleep and lack of sleep affect POTS greatly. Exertion in any sense can also make symptoms significantly worse.
I used to be the type that would “go go go” as long as I possibly could. I would fit as many things as possible into a day, then I would squeeze in a couple more. Not anymore, though. I physically cannot do it. If I try, I can almost guarantee an episode in which I will find myself laid out feeling half-dead.
So I rest.
Some days grudgingly, frustatedly, and full of self-judgment, but I rest.
In these times of rest since my diagnosis, though, I have learned a lot about God. I can spend my time in reflection and prayer. I am not going to pretend that’s all I do in these times of rest, but it does make up quite a bit of that time. I pray when I’m laying in my bed, or I reflect on His Word, or otherwise just contemplate Him and His teachings. Through this diagnosis, God has taught me to rest.
Now, I protect that time. I don’t usually push myself so hard that I’ll pay for it later. I’m not perfect, but I’m far ahead of where I used to be, and through it all, I get to use that time to be with Him. Sounds like an overall win to me.
“Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30 NASB1995








