Some days, it comes out of nowhere. Slams into my joints like it thinks it owns me. Casts a shadow over my plans. Slows me down. And perhaps does what it does bests – drains the life out of me.
Why today? Why so severe? Maybe weather. Rising barometric pressure tends to wreak havoc. Maybe activity overload. Maybe inactivity . . .
Whatever the cause, it trumps my energy. Lowers productivity. Threatens my resolve . . . but it doesn’t win. Not today.
Today my body may be weak but my spirit is strong. I am frustrated but I am at peace. I feel weak but my Lord is near.
Though God speaks softly, the voice I hear over the searing pain in my knees, feet and wrist is the voice of the Good Shepherd . . . and His sheep hear {know} His voice . . . a voice of love and compassion.
O God, let me never fail to be grateful on those days when pain camps somewhere else. When it is held at bay, leaves me alone.
But on those days when it shows up full force, please help me remember to be grateful for all I can still do, all I have to be thankful for, and all the ways you strengthen and help me.
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation. Oh my soul praise Him for He is my health and salvation . . . He shelters me under His wing, so gently sustaining . . . Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlD3Gaq4cN0
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