Waking Up This Morning
I woke up this morning, and I can hardly move my fingers. My hands feel like they’ve been crushed by a ton of rocks. My fingers are swollen; each one jammed and squeezed into its own distorted shape. If I soak my hands in hot water, it helps ease the pain for a minute. Now, as I type, I’m all thubms. I have arthritis all over my body, but this morning, like many mornings, the worst pain is in my hands. I can take pills for the pain, but I don’t do drugs. I’ve lived with arthritis for 25 years. There is no cure, short of a miracle straight from God. Yes, miracles happen everyday.
I have an elderly friend who woke up this morning, and he woke up tired. He says he doesn’t sleep much at night, even when he takes pills. He’s tired most of the day, too, and he doesn’t nap well. Today, my friend is going to his doctor to discuss radiation and chemotherapy for cancer. He recently had an operation, and the surgery/recovery is taking a toll on his old body. The treatment for cancer can be overwhelming, even devastating. There is no cure, short of a miracle straight from God. Yes, my friend believes in miracles, too. I hold him in my special prayers today!
I have a young friend who woke up this morning sick, sorry and sad. His head still throbbed from yesterday; his body ached from lying on a rock-hard floor. He tried to sleep last night, but the crowd and the commotion kept him awake. At the sound of the 6 AM alarm, he and 200 other men get driven from their refuge, out into a morning mist. The rain and the wind only strengthen the stench and resolve of the herd; most move north in search of breakfast.
This young friend of mine is homeless; he has no permanent address. He has spent every night of the past five years in ‘safe waiting’, a place that’s kind of like a prison, but there are no bars or guards to protect you. While treatment can be found for the symptoms and pain that comes with being homeless, there is no cure for my friend short of a miracle straight from God. I don’t know if my friend believes in miracles; I’m just getting to know him better. I keep my friend in my special prayers, too.
I know that God heals all manner of illnesses, and He can rid a man of any demon that would posses him. I also know that God gives you and me the power to heal and cast out demons, in Jesus’ name. As for me; I know about the pain and I’m learning about the power. As for being able to heal ... I don't know; I'm just waking up this morning.
How about you? How are you waking up this morning?
I have an elderly friend who woke up this morning, and he woke up tired. He says he doesn’t sleep much at night, even when he takes pills. He’s tired most of the day, too, and he doesn’t nap well. Today, my friend is going to his doctor to discuss radiation and chemotherapy for cancer. He recently had an operation, and the surgery/recovery is taking a toll on his old body. The treatment for cancer can be overwhelming, even devastating. There is no cure, short of a miracle straight from God. Yes, my friend believes in miracles, too. I hold him in my special prayers today!
I have a young friend who woke up this morning sick, sorry and sad. His head still throbbed from yesterday; his body ached from lying on a rock-hard floor. He tried to sleep last night, but the crowd and the commotion kept him awake. At the sound of the 6 AM alarm, he and 200 other men get driven from their refuge, out into a morning mist. The rain and the wind only strengthen the stench and resolve of the herd; most move north in search of breakfast.
This young friend of mine is homeless; he has no permanent address. He has spent every night of the past five years in ‘safe waiting’, a place that’s kind of like a prison, but there are no bars or guards to protect you. While treatment can be found for the symptoms and pain that comes with being homeless, there is no cure for my friend short of a miracle straight from God. I don’t know if my friend believes in miracles; I’m just getting to know him better. I keep my friend in my special prayers, too.
I know that God heals all manner of illnesses, and He can rid a man of any demon that would posses him. I also know that God gives you and me the power to heal and cast out demons, in Jesus’ name. As for me; I know about the pain and I’m learning about the power. As for being able to heal ... I don't know; I'm just waking up this morning.
How about you? How are you waking up this morning?
posted by Kelly at 8:00 AM
2 Comments:
Wonder where a photo of you is. One day I simply lost use of my right hand could not pick up a fork. Was eating lunch at the time. Study showed it was arthritis, and hadn't just suddenly happened, just didn't notice it creeping up. Regained use of my hand. Still had some problems, like fingers suddenly locking. Except for a few mornings when I wake up with hands in a ball, all tingling unable to straighten them, seems to be mostly healed. I'll be 58 in a few months. If I read correctly you are a minister, and are definitely doing good works, so don't understand why God doesn't bless you with healing. Maybe it's too long living in the cold weather.
alyceclover
You asked about my photo: All of the photos I have of myself are old. Well, I look old in all the photos I have of myself, anyway.
Plus, I have a family with dogs and grandkids and a wife. I post images about my life, and life is so much more than me. However, on June 23rd (my golden birthday), I published a photo of me.
As for being a minister; I am a chaplain. That’s just a plain chap who ministers. God is my Boss; I hope I am continuing in His service. As for my arthritis; His grace is sufficient. I have learnt to be content.
As for living too long in cold weather; I hope I haven’t lived too long yet! Plus, this is excellent weather for a wonderful life in God’s perfect creation!
Alright, winters get long in Minnesota, but we get along.
http://photos1.blogger.com/
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(Copy, paste, remove two spaces ... and follow the link to see another photo of me!)
Thank you for your comments.
Kelly
p.s. Regarding your post, ‘Two Kinds of People in the World …”
A homeless friend of mine was taken to detox after another 30-day binge of drinking. There were two nurses on duty; both knew my friend because he was an habitual guest. One nurse said, “Give the man a valium or he’ll go through DT’s.” The other nurse said, “Don’t give the man a valium; he’ll never quit if it doesn’t hurt.”
I hope I know what kind of nurse you’d make. I think I do from your web page. I put you in a favorite folder. I will read your posts, as possible.
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