sounds and I reach for the alarm clock. Pain shoots down my arm. With a low
moan, I struggle to turn the thing off and flop back over, cradling my arm to
my side. My shoulder grinds with every movement and tears flood my eyes. Just one more day.
The physical battle
through the work day leaves me weary and I arrive at home to land in my comfy
chair. Spikes and tingles spread through my fingertips as my back relaxes
against the soft cushion. A jackhammer feels like it’s keeping time under my
shoulder blade. I close my eyes and thank the Lord for getting me through the
I guess the Lord
has a lesson for me to learn through this whole ordeal. Modern medicine can’t
magically cure this ailment. The doctors don’t know when it will go away or why
it happened in the first place. All they know is that it will fix itself, maybe…in
it’s own good time. Until then, I’m the one-armed pharmacist/writer.
The Lord is
good. He’s my fortress. In Him, I can do all things, so this ol’ shoulder won’t
beat me down. I’ll keep working, and writing. And when the tears come, I’ll let
Him wipe them away.
Psalm 28:7 “The
LORD is my strength and my shield; My heart trusted in Him, and I am helped;
Therefore my heart greatly rejoices, And with my song I will praise Him.”
struggling? Don’t do it alone. He wants to help. Will you let Him today?