On Good Friday I spent half of my day in the emergency room. One of my spinal epidural steroid injection sites got infected with cellulitis. That was 11 months ago. I missed Easter and spent all weekend in bed.
Alas, here I sit with the same infection at the same site, maybe 4mm shifted. It's now Monday and I'm back in the E.R. on my third type of IV antibiotics. I'm fearful yet I have moments of calm. I'm waiting for a contrast MRI to make sure there isn't infection in my limb or spine.
I'm so tired of being in pain everyday I could puke. I don't know why God continues to allow all of these painful and expensive things to happen in my life. I don't get it, but I trust Him. 💓 💓 💓 I can say that I've learned to ask for help, that it's ok to say no without explination. I've learned who my friends are. I've seen God sustain me when I know I can't get out of bed. I've experienced grace and mercy here on earth. I've seen the good in people. I've seen people be insensitive and judgemental.
Most of all I cling to this verse, hoping God wI'll usee me.
I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.
Romans 8:18 NIV
http://bible.com/111/rom.8.18.NIV
