This morning was tough. I woke up in so much pain. My hand was swollen and throbbing. It was such a struggle for me to get ready. At one point, I was drying my hair with my hand submerged in a cup of ice water, in tears and praying for relief. When it gets this bad, it’s hard for me to not feel some type of self-pity.
As always, God gave me what I needed to get ready and go to church. He helped me to flip the switch on my thoughts, and use this trial to get closer to Him. He died for me. He suffered for me. My aches and pains are not worthy to be compared to what He suffered for me.
The same love that held Him on the cross, still exists today. He loves me and He cares for me. And He will never leave me. He hears my prayers and understands my tears. When my strength fails, His strength begins. He knows my situation, and exactly how He will help me.
In times like these that I am reminded of what is truly important in life. All the things that distract me every day are not even important. When I count the magnitude of my blessings, I realize that I have absolutely nothing to complain about. My God is wonderful and I am blessed with so much more than I deserve. It is a great honor to be a child of the King.
Love and blessings,