“My comfort in my suffering is this: Your promise preserves my life.” (Psalm 119:50)
It was a typo; I was texting my son and missed a key. As I looked at the greeting, it took on extra meaning.
I woke up that morning with level 8 pain, unusual for me these days. My general pain level was under control, 3 or 4 unless I overdid it. This was what I called a freight train morning, slammed head on right off the bat with pain. Now my typo makes me reconsider the phrase–“it is still a God morning.”
He is still here, He is still on the throne, and He has proved to me many a time that He is ready, able, and willing to walk me through a high pain day.
My perspective changed instantly. Now I feel as if the day will be somehow consecrated and holy. It feels like a day of privilege in the school of my Master. In spite of my pain, I intend to study my Savior’s face, review and drill in His word.
It may not be a day of high productivity, but it has now definitely become. . . a God morning! A God day!
Prayer: Lord, You have set me to task. I ask for Your grace to diligently seek You today. Help me to avoid labeling this as a bad or lost day. Rather, help me to flourish and bloom in knowledge of You. Draw me ever nearer Thee, Dear Savior. Amen.
About the author:
Elizabeth Vendley is the wife David, and lives in North Central Michigan. They have raised seven children. Elizabeth has lived with severe Interstitial Cystitis since 1996. Her passion is glorifying the Lord by writing out the lessons He has taught her. She would love to hear from readers through the Sunroom.
What typical, everyday phrases take on new meaning because of your chronic pain and illness journey? Can it be a good day–even if it is also a strong pain day?
Elizabeth thought you may enjoy the Emerald Chorale singing “We are Not Alone.” – Lisa