Tag: Pain

Ouch Pain!

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I wanted to share with you a recent painful experience.

The problem was—I’m told to always to include a picture with a blog. How does a person share a photograph of pain? Instead, I will share this guy with you. He has known pain for as long as I can remember.

This is us a few years ago in our getting to know you period of time. Through the years our friendship has grown and we remain close today. If one of us does something stupid, the other is always ready to give support and encouragement. If you have experienced someone whose personality just clicks—a friendship like that is priceless.

I consider him as my barometer. ‘Am I being a wimp or does it hurt as bad as I feel?  The pain began innocently, as I crawled in bed so as not to disturb my husband. I must have twisted myself in some contortion that created the issue.

The whole next day I was useless, unable to go about my normal day. It hurt too much if I sat wrong or turned and twisted even a little bit.  How was I going to get into bed tonight?

Thankfully, I did without adding more trauma to my body. Maybe I have never mentioned it but bed is one of my thinking spots. A realization hit me.

I said to myself, “Think of all your days lived out pain-free.  Have you ever thanked the Creator of life for that?” No.

Right then I gave thanks for all the days of being able to go about my plans. I almost hate to tell you what happened the day after because not everyone is this fortunate. But you might at well know the whole story.

The next day, I woke up pain-free.

Is being thankful of key importance?

That guy mentioned above—he is the love of my life and father to my children. He has tried everything to subdue the pain. Surgery, physical therapy, meds, injections, acupuncture—nothing alleviated it enough. Soon he will have yet another surgery to implant a stimulator that quiets the nerves telling him he hurts. While it won’t take all pain away, it should make a substantial difference.

We intend to give thanks to our Creator for the medical knowledge known today. And whatever the outcome we will give thanks for sustaining my man as he has done for countless years.

It’s A Good Day…

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…waking up in the morning and nothing hurts. Not everyone can say that.

…when you can walk. Some people don’t have that luxury.

…that you have the convenience of a grocery store carrying everything you need. I have visited countries where that is not the case.

…to have employment that not only supports your family, but supplies you with a sense of worth. I cannot think of anything that matches the feeling of accomplishment.

…to love and be loved back. It provides a lifetime of memory-making that will astound those around you.

…paying bills without wondering where the money is going to come from. Twenty-twenty hindsight taught me it was a needless worry that only increases stress levels.

…eyes that can see. Some people are blind.

…vision. Its different than sight. Vision is looking ahead to desired goal. Too many feel their future is hopeless.

…friendships. To have a friend is to be a friend. I have been in a room full of people and felt alone. To reach out and get acquainted with someone can be a mind-expanding experience.

…the medical field. Whether it be mental health or physical, doctors and nurses have made it their life ambition to be of service to others. In other parts of the world, they are few and far between.

My words have all the makings for being preachy. That is not my intent; through my life, I have experienced the above. Where there is breath, there is hope. I wasted too many years taking these things for granted.

To go through life with any of the above situations is frightening. With all my heart, I want you to know that you don’t have to be alone. Not to suggest life will be easy. Sometimes we need to take one step at a time. It’s a process, the one that helps the most is the Lord.

I have heard of a young teen, having a swimming accident that left her a quadriplegic. She offers hope and encouragement to others in her position. How can she do that? There is a blind woman that sews quilts. How is that possible? I can’t answer either question. All I can tell you is what is. I will add a little spoiler alert. Jesus is coming back to gather his believers, and every eye will witness the event.

What I do know is when God’s son, Jesus, died on a cross, he sent a Comforter that helps us through those hard times. Relying on him to get you through the day is a life-changing experience. I urge you to give him a chance.