I woke up around 4:30am with a pain in my hip and stomach area. Now I had taken the Advil dose when I went to bed 6 hours before, but I guess it had worn off. So I tried to get comfortable and finally got back to sleep until a few minutes before seven.
Trying not to take too many of these pills, I got up and dressed and then walked for a half hour to see if I could feel better. It seems to help if I keep moving around some.
Back to the condo with time to read some verses out of the daily reading. A few in Psalms, some in Nehemiah and another portion of Romans, but I could not get the thought out of my head that I had not taken care of the pain and it was still present, not bad, but still there.
Not wanting to give in and pop another pill, I looked online at the Jesus Calling devotional, seeing what this lady had to say.
Her husband is a pastor and sometimes writes a blog, whose titles she lists on the sidebar of her site, and this morning the latest title jumped out.
Was this what I was supposed to deal with today?
I read it, and then thought about it. Sure, God can use our pains to call us toward, or even away from, something He has in mind. Maybe I should think on that for awhile.
Then realizing that my wife was still in bed, I walked into the bedroom and found her awake, but still curled up under the blanket. All of a sudden that bed looked good.
So I climbed in, fully clothed, and got under that warm blanket. Next thing I knew, it was an hour later, and she was gone.
But you know, I did not hurt, and all the pills were still in the bottle.
Maybe I had just discovered the answer to all those questions on pain I had considered.
There went the morning...
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