Psalm 34:17-18
The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them;
he delivers them from all their troubles.
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted
and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them;
he delivers them from all their troubles.
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted
and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
My left knee throbs, the spot between my shoulder
blades along my spine aches, my thumb joints scream at me. I have arthritis and
fibromyalgia. Let me tell you, some days I just plain hurt. I'm not writing
this to gain sympathy, it's just part of my life now. What I want to say is I've
gained empathy for others who ache and hurt from physical pain. God has
provided me an excellent rheumatologist who helps me manage the pain. And God
has blessed me through this. He's given me new insight into what others go
through. Sometimes illness isn't visible, sometimes handicaps aren't seen, so
I'll not judge the person who parks in a handicapped spot and looks
"fine". They may not be.
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There's another side to the physical pain, There's
the emotional and spiritual battle. For awhile I was angry because I could no
longer embroider, something I'd enjoyed since I was six years old. I could no
longer hand-quilt or sew for any length of time by hand. I struggle to crochet,
and I've had to adjust to walking slower and in shorter increments. Here's a
funny. I like to sit on the floor-but guess what, it's not pretty when I have
to get up. As all of these changes to my body have taken place, I've been
brokenhearted. I've cried out to God the typical "WHY?" I've felt
sorry for myself and been grumpy. But you know what? In the midst of my pity
party I felt the Holy Spirit's nudge. He said pray. Pray for healing. The
healing wasn't for my body, it was for my attitude, my selfishness, and yes my
pathetic spirit. So I've prayed. I've asked God for comfort and peace with my
situation. And He's poured it over me. I still struggle sometimes (and I'd say
I hit my knees, but I can't physically do that) so I sit down and bow my head
and seek my Father who loves me. The One who has healed my crushed spirit. I praise
God that He's always there for me.
What do you need to turn over to God?