For the first time in my short life I've discovered the painful reality of a pinch. Just sat down on the couch yesterday looking forward to playing some Halo (the release about the first Halo being beautified stirred up some longing for the game), when snap! At first I thought it was one of those normal 'ole back pain where you have to find that spot where you can stand until it goes away. Nope. I was hurting.
Anyway, I ended up on the floor in a kneeling position first, trying to gently stretch out my back. I did realize that this was a humiliating experience, to have myself stuck in this position with my whole family looking on. I was helpless. I couldn't move without help. My sister basically had to feed me the advil and water. I didn't like it. I was stuck, and helpless. Then I ended up on my stomach after doing some painful back stretches and with my face in the floor and tears and hot breath making it hard to breathe I gave up. It was like the hand of God was upon my back. Teaching me a lesson.
About pride. About humility. About being willing to allow others to help you, even when it is embarrassing. This lesson literally followin a whole day of this same exact lesson, but in different ways.
I was emotionally and physically exhausted by the time I got to bed.
Really. I am so thankful for these lessons. They are so good. (Thank you, God.) Even though they hurt and are hard, when I ask him to teach me something I know in my head, but not my heart, he has been faithful to fulfill those requests. Usually I don't recognize it until after, though.
But I can only be grateful for this pain. It's taught me a lot in the past few days.
--MovingGirl
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