I will be glad and rejoice in your love, for you saw my affliction and knew the anguish of my soul.
Recently, I pen a post recounting my bouts with revolving door illnesses that don't seem to quit. While these "thorns in the flesh" dissipate and lessen with each passing day, there is one, which returns.
With a vengeance!
It is the pressing, debilitating pain in my upper back and shoulders. As I haven't done anything out-of-the-ordinary strenuous, I am confused as to the cause, and disheartened by its oppressive grip.
And after several days of suffering, making me wish I owned stock in Bayer, my husband, Danny, suggests, "Schedule a massage tomorrow (Monday). Maybe that will soothe your symptoms.
I'm only too happy to comply, and am fortunate to nab an empty slot that very morning. Oh, but it feels so good! As the young woman's hands work their magic, I literally feel my body, and my back, easing, relaxing. And when it's all over? Relief at last!
For all of thirty minutes . . .
The smothering pain slithers right back into place as it had never left. By Wednesday, I'm desperate; even with pain killers, I can barely sleep. Danny makes not a suggestion this time, but a demand. "Call a chiropractor tomorrow and get the first possible appointment. I think that's the only option you have at this point."
I've never seen a chiropractor, though Danny has. I know that treatment worked for him, and although I'm still a bit leery about whether it will work as well for me, I'm in too much excruciating discomfort to argue. Happily, I connect on Thursday with a chiropractic practice not five minutes from our house, and I'm seen that very morning.
I find out my affliction is much worse than I could ever have imagined. Without going into the anatomical details, suffice it to say, it will take months to right my spine's wrongs.
Do I care? No! Because just after my first treatment, I feel so much better, I quit taking aspirin right there and then. And as I write this post after three days of back-to-back (pun intended) treatments, the results are miraculous!
Am I sore and stiff? Yes! But the sensation is more akin to muscles pulled from engaging in weekend warrior activities; ones I can count on to heal.
And as I reflect upon the sudden intensity and urgency of this pain, and recall the kind doctor's words, I am convinced that God's hand is all over this. Had I decided to go the traditional route, doping my body, alleviating the pain without getting to its source, it may have been too late for chiropractic care of any type.
I was on the brink.
God pulled me back from it in a HUGE way by allowing me to feel such anguish, knowing all along that Danny's words would convince me to see a chiropractor.
Just in the nick of time.
Oh, how I am glad, rejoicing in the Lord's great love for me!
Thank You, precious Father! Thank You!
Has there been an instance in your life when you knew God pulled you back from the brink?