Hey everyone!! Here is the testimony I promised y'all.. This isn't a testimony of how I met Jesus but it's my story of what I have learned about myself and my faith in God during these last few weeks of being almost completely bed-bound. First, I want to thank everyone who has prayed for me and sent me well-wishes. A big thank you to BurdenBarer4U, who's posted prayers and pics for me have given me great encouragement to get well.
Having to lay in bed for 11 days was no fun. I was literally stuck in one position the entire time: laying on my right side, with nothing to do but watch and rewatch dvd movies a hundred times over. BORING!! I was strong enough over Christmas Eve and Christmas Day to get up and move around at last. Thank you Lord. However, I overdid it a bit and landed back in bed for 3 days. I was in bed over New Year' Eve and New Year's Day, which pretty much bummed me out. But I digress. Let me move on to what I have learned in the last few weeks.
I have learned that God is the closest to me when I'm ill or sick. Many times during the last few weeks, I have bawled out loud and begged him to heal me. I guess I expected instantaneous healing, which of course he doesn't always do. I got kind of arrogant with God, saying he could heal me if he wanted to but since he hadnt, he must not want to. I've learned I cant give God an ultimatum or a timeline. He will heal me in HIS own time, not in MINE. I have learned that my suffering is miniscule compared to the suffering that Jesus went through on the cross. In fact, my pain doesn't compare to the physical pain of some others here, such as Angela or Blain..
As great as my pain is, there's someone else out there whose pain is worse than mine. I have learned to give thanks to God for my pain, because it reminds me that one day soon I'll be doing handstands and cartwheels in heaven, without having any pain!! I have learned I'm only sick as long as I allow myself to be sick. I've had a rather lousy attitude towards being sick lately, but once I decided to "arise and walk", that I felt better mentally and physically and my appetite returned. I discovered that as long as I had the woe is me mentality, the more I suffered with pain, but once I decided to get up and move around, I felt better. A positive attitude during illness works wonders, it truly does. I forgot that for awhile. I have learned that "this too shall pass." There is a season for everything.
I have learned that you cant give up when hard times come along. You can only persevere through it until you see the light shining through at the other end. The other day I was in such pain I looked at my bottle of pain meds and contemplated how very easy it would be to take them all and be done with it. I know suicide isnt the answer, so please dont give me any lectures on it. You just have to muddle through the hard times and trust that everything will work out alright in the end. Jesus didn't say life would be easy, but that it would be worth all the hard, painful stuff we have to go through. I never imagined that at age 44, I would be so lame, decrepit and in so much pain.. I have learned that pain knows no age limits. I have become stronger throughout this ordeal, not just physically and mentally, but spiritually as well. My faith is stronger because of my pain. A prayer that BurdenBarer4U posted has stuck with me. It says that when you are ill, imagine yourself walking into a clean whole painfree body and it shall be done. Therefore, I keep picturing myself doing handstands and cartwheels and backflips in heaven's green fields.
I would like to thank everyone who reads this, and I hope it will bless and inspire you. I'd also like to thank several people who prayed for me and sent me get-well pms.. Thank you to SoulWeaver, butterfly712, tourist, JesusLives, psychomom, Blain, Baddog, elf3, dcontroversal, NewEagle, MadParrotWoman and Joidevivre, as well as any others I may have forgotten to mention. Your prayers have all helped me immensely. Thank you, I love you all and God bless each one of you. I am a ninja, I will survive!!
Having to lay in bed for 11 days was no fun. I was literally stuck in one position the entire time: laying on my right side, with nothing to do but watch and rewatch dvd movies a hundred times over. BORING!! I was strong enough over Christmas Eve and Christmas Day to get up and move around at last. Thank you Lord. However, I overdid it a bit and landed back in bed for 3 days. I was in bed over New Year' Eve and New Year's Day, which pretty much bummed me out. But I digress. Let me move on to what I have learned in the last few weeks.
I have learned that God is the closest to me when I'm ill or sick. Many times during the last few weeks, I have bawled out loud and begged him to heal me. I guess I expected instantaneous healing, which of course he doesn't always do. I got kind of arrogant with God, saying he could heal me if he wanted to but since he hadnt, he must not want to. I've learned I cant give God an ultimatum or a timeline. He will heal me in HIS own time, not in MINE. I have learned that my suffering is miniscule compared to the suffering that Jesus went through on the cross. In fact, my pain doesn't compare to the physical pain of some others here, such as Angela or Blain..
As great as my pain is, there's someone else out there whose pain is worse than mine. I have learned to give thanks to God for my pain, because it reminds me that one day soon I'll be doing handstands and cartwheels in heaven, without having any pain!! I have learned I'm only sick as long as I allow myself to be sick. I've had a rather lousy attitude towards being sick lately, but once I decided to "arise and walk", that I felt better mentally and physically and my appetite returned. I discovered that as long as I had the woe is me mentality, the more I suffered with pain, but once I decided to get up and move around, I felt better. A positive attitude during illness works wonders, it truly does. I forgot that for awhile. I have learned that "this too shall pass." There is a season for everything.
I have learned that you cant give up when hard times come along. You can only persevere through it until you see the light shining through at the other end. The other day I was in such pain I looked at my bottle of pain meds and contemplated how very easy it would be to take them all and be done with it. I know suicide isnt the answer, so please dont give me any lectures on it. You just have to muddle through the hard times and trust that everything will work out alright in the end. Jesus didn't say life would be easy, but that it would be worth all the hard, painful stuff we have to go through. I never imagined that at age 44, I would be so lame, decrepit and in so much pain.. I have learned that pain knows no age limits. I have become stronger throughout this ordeal, not just physically and mentally, but spiritually as well. My faith is stronger because of my pain. A prayer that BurdenBarer4U posted has stuck with me. It says that when you are ill, imagine yourself walking into a clean whole painfree body and it shall be done. Therefore, I keep picturing myself doing handstands and cartwheels and backflips in heaven's green fields.
I would like to thank everyone who reads this, and I hope it will bless and inspire you. I'd also like to thank several people who prayed for me and sent me get-well pms.. Thank you to SoulWeaver, butterfly712, tourist, JesusLives, psychomom, Blain, Baddog, elf3, dcontroversal, NewEagle, MadParrotWoman and Joidevivre, as well as any others I may have forgotten to mention. Your prayers have all helped me immensely. Thank you, I love you all and God bless each one of you. I am a ninja, I will survive!!