I was lying in bed the other night in pain. My ear was burning and twitching, my breasts burst with that familiar sharp surge, and my joint in my foot was once again caught against the bone as I literally felt the fragments pierce my tendons. I felt the various pains rise and fall over and over again, while my mind followed them and tightly wound around each one. Here I was again … receiving the echoes of past surgeries that still linger and remember. Once again, sleep is pushed back against the shots of fire that rise throughout my body.
As I retraced the pain, I found myself wandering through the memories of each circumstance and somehow found myself unwinding those tight grips of thought and slowly threading a new resolve within.
Some people would wonder, why do bad things happen to good people?
“These are my reminders,” I said to myself.
And with that thought poured forth the realization of the deep gratitude I hold for each and every one of them.
Although my nerve is affected by taking out a tumor, how blessed I am that is was benign!
Although new breasts still refuse to accept their place, I thank God I do not have breast cancer!
Although my feet are worn and need reconstruction desperately, I am able to still use them efficiently and miraculously so!
These are my reminders. And each time I experience a familiar pain, I offer up praise and celebration instead of discouragement and disdain. Am I not blessed with the outcome? All of which were Divine interventions of protection from my God. How on earth do I begrudge that?