It is a pain.
Sometimes I think GOD has a major reason for allowing us to feel pain, whether physically or spiritually. And sometimes I wish HE would just let us know the reason so we can get to it, understand, do our part in the acceptance and learning, and move on.
But usually, HE doesn't.
I threw my back out getting out of bed this past Monday. It still hurts, but now I can move. Slowly. And I can take a deep breath without wanting to pass out or throw up from the pain.
My heart is tired as I am going on year #6 of desert walking. And just when I think I can handle this, it just gets harder. Desert walking stinks.
There are sermons that are meant just for me, and they are like some one threw crutches my way that allow me to walk a little further down this path. Yes, people say Christianity is a crutch. I totally agree. We are all crawling around in the mud called this world. We are all called to be dependent on HIM. We can't do it alone. I 'own' my crutches. With them I can stand, and move and hope. I can't stand very tall or not very proud. But they help me get me out of the mud pit.
Pain. I wish we didn't have to have it, but can you imagine living without it??! That would truly be a nightmare.
On another note, we went to visit my daughter and son in law this weekend. We had no grand plans like we usually do, just to see them with our own eyes. :D
And the 2 youngest members of this family got haircuts down there.
Josiah did Samuel's.
He has been begging for a crew cut for months. I refused because he skis too much and it gets cold.
So it went from this:
Here she is...
And of course, this was the best:
Next time we see this child of ours, she will either be getting ready to have the baby the next day, or we will hold that baby on our arms.
God is good.