Momma was not pleased with my weakling genes. She was convinced I was unhealthy because I basically ate almost nothing. The long list of what I did not like stretched to town and back---while my likes were short and mainly starchy. I am living proof you can survive on peanut butter. Never conceding defeat--she enlisted the help of vitamins --and supplements---always liquid form---nasty liquid form. I distinctly remember the cod liver oil --fishy and slimy--slowly running down my throat--leaving a film of stink and yuck to taste for hours.
Her favorite--go to was Geritol.
Who knew they still make this! Geritol --made famous by television advertisements of the day --I believe for the "Ted Mack Amateur Hour". I AM SERIOUSLY dating myself. ANYWHO---at that time Geritol was a large percentage alcohol. Momma gave me a dose every night before bedtime--HOW CONVENIENT!
As an adult, I have taken handfuls of vitamins and supplements. In an effort to promote good health---strengthen my mind and body---and live a healthy life. Gave all that up some time ago--only taken calcium with D now since I have osteopenia. When I finally discovered eating right would do the trick and the swallowing of large doses of the other only leads to expensive urine--I became free of this expensive obsession.
Meanwhile---I find myself at times weary----tired and weary---with my get up and go having got up and gone. It is not a physical weariness---but a spiritual weariness. The world saps it out of me. I feel like sitting under the broom tree and gasping for breath. So many problems in the world---so many friends struggling---so much sickness---so much loss---I am burdened to the point of exhaustion. I am in need of spiritual tonic---a shot of Godisall--a reminder of where my strength comes from and Who is in control. A large dose of time with Him and His Word--all the vitamin/supplement/tonic I could ever need.
Seek the LORD and His strength; Seek His face continually.
Seek the LORD and His strength; SeePsalm 105:4