I remember once telling another lupus survivor that any day above ground is a good day (when you have lupus). Because everyday something is uncomfortable. You just sort of get used to it.
When I called my doctor yesterday to let her know about my weekend and possibly get something for pain and to allow me to rest, the nurse answered and asked if she could pray with me. My response was, "Please." I was surprised, yet thoroughly pleased. God never ceases to amaze me. After her prayer, I realized that I possibly needed prayer more than pills. And God, the lover of my soul, knew this.
I am still in pain today, but able to get out of bed on my own. Thank the Lord! My husband who has to miss work when I'm flaring is going back today. But I can't say that I'm on my own because the Lord promised never to leave me or forsake me. We're own our own.
Peace
From Tuesday
Thursday, November 5, 2009
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