Friday, October 25, 2019
2 Corinthians 12:7b-9
Therefore, in order to keep me from becoming conceited, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.
I awaken this past Monday to be greeted by a debilitating pain I've never experienced in my lower back, specifically on my left side. While my husband, Danny, struggles with back issues from time to time (he's in the throws of one now), this is a new and entirely unwelcome irritant to my body. It lends a whole new meaning to the words "back stabbed."
I run through the gamut of questions. What did I do to bring this on? Is it caused by not getting enough physical activity during the previous week? Too much time spent in the car, driving to Mom's and back? Sleeping in the wrong position?
The questions soon become irrelevant as the persistent ache forces me to run for the medicine cabinet for relief. Two Tylenol, and thirty minutes later, I'm able to somewhat tend to household chores without whining or grimacing. But by the afternoon, that morning dosage has worn thin. Motrin and a heating pad are the next remedies of choice.
By the time I retire for the evening, I am feeling better. I do rest peacefully and comfortably. But in the morning? Here we go again!
Motrin to start this time around. Otherwise, the dishwasher won't get emptied, the birds won't get fed, the bed won't get made, the laundry will languish, and I will wear a grumpy expression for the remainder of the day.
But with this unexpected mess come some unexpected blessings.
I'm forced to slow down. Measured steps and thoughtful movements have me living more in the moment, mindful of the present in a heightened way.
I'm humbled. There's nothing like pain to remind you that your body is NOT what it was 20 years ago. For someone like me, who frequents the gym, and thinks other peoples bodies will wear out, but not mine, this is a true eye-opener.
I'm thankful. Not for the "thorn," but for God, whose walking this path with me. I can lean on His strength, knowing His power will be made perfect in me in spite of my imperfections.
I'm reminded. God's grace is, and always will be, sufficient for me.
I'm praying (more than usual). Yes, I do pray for God's healing power to work wonders. But I remember to also pray that His will, not mine, be done.
And I would sure appreciate your prayers at this time, my friends, and for Danny, who has opted to go to our chiropractor for much needed relief. Who knows? I may be next!
Additionally, if you are in need of special prayers for you or a loved one, please leave those in the comments' section. I will most definitely read and respond to each of you.
Most importantly, I will pray!
So, the poor have hope, and injustice shuts its mouth. ~Job 5:16 We are silent For now The threats Too incredible To bear But at polls Our...
Luke 6:38 Give, and you will receive. Your gift will return to you in full - pressed down, shaken together to make room for more, runni...
Psalm 147:16 He spreads the snow like wool and scatters the frost like ashes. All last week, we stay tuned in to any change in the new...
Luke 24:4-6 While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. In their f...