Sigh... The struggle to be okay for your job, your family, and others is exhausting when the physical pain feels as if it may consume me like I'm drowning and only gasping for air. Mentally and physically, I'm tired this morning. Rest only increases pain while over straining also. Doctors say I'm healthy, and the blood work returned ok, the x rays show nothing, the MRI nothing. Is this the thorn I must suffer? A decade of prayer only met with my grace is sufficient. But instead of Paul, I feel like Elijah, who once cried out saying, “I have had enough, Lord!”
He was so distraught that he even wanted to die. Death is not my choice, and God decides when my time on Earth is done.
Death may end the pain but the pain to purposefully stop using my spiritual gifts to build up the kingdom is worse to bear.
Although worse to bear, I am here feeling as if a boulder is on my chest with the strain of voice saying I have had enough of pain but not of life.
Unfortunately, to have lived there will be pain. I suppose one day, the pain will outweigh the wanting to remain in the body, and this helps us transition to life eternal.
Without pain, I suppose we would feel too content with this world; we may not even seek God, we may not even wrestle with the idea of life after death, or is their only death afterlife. We may never know what joy is in less we have something to measure against it. Pain like a flipped hourglass is a constant reminder of the mission and time granted to finish it.
I have experienced the joy amid sorrow but as I type this, the joy has yet to surface. Please pray for me.
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