God Has a Reason
God’s plan has worked beautifully.
I now know what sixteen days of pure hell feels like.
I understand more about chronic pain, and I will have more empathy than ever before.
I had no idea this was going to be my introduction
to my summer vacation.
God has a plan. It is much bigger than mine, so I cannot buck it.
This introduction to the world of pain has been a nightmare that I hope to wake up and
walk away from. Every day I say “Tomorrow I will be pain-free.” I am so ready for that.
In God’s time. Not mine.
In God’s way. Not mine.
A reminder that I am not in charge here.
That I have no say in the when or where of it at all.
I am helpless, a minion, fighting exhaustion and lack of sleep due to pain and pills.
My exhaustive efforts have in no way brought me the relief
I thought they might.
I have used creams, salves, ointments, and I have been
on fourteen different medications
diagnosed by seven different doctors or nurse practitioners.
God has a reason.
I sure wonder what it is….
And when will it be satisfied?
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