There's Hope For Todayਨਮੂਨਾ

I had no idea that pain was so physically exhausting. But then, pain had always been episodic for me … a few days … a few capsules … a good night’s sleep and all was well. Then I fell. Pain became constant as fractured bones that could not be set or casted were left to time and nature. At first, I gritted my teeth and soldiered on, expecting that I’d soon be put to rights. But as days turned into weeks, my strength began to wane and my brave little soldier went absent without leave. I found myself exhausted by noon. I heard that hysterical voice that sometimes shouts the most ridiculous propositions from a fearful heart: What if you don’t get better … what if you can’t walk straight … what if you have to give it up … what if the bones heal but the pain remains? I grew tired, and I suddenly understood the hollow eyes and wearied cries of those who suffer chronic pain in my world. I tasted a bit of the bitter and marveled at their courage. I felt closer to them somehow. I’m almost healed, but I hope I’ll never forget what it’s like when pain comes to stay. We connect best with those who have walked familiar paths. No matter what path you have walked, Jesus knows it well. He walked it alone so that He could walk it now with you.