Praying for myself lately has been difficult. I realize that the hour has come, i am called to drink of this cup. I am not happy about it and it isn't something i chose, but God chose it so it must be good.
Today i spent 7 hours in a waiting room so the doctor could tell me my appointments were never made and that all my blood tests are normal. It makes me wish i could ignore and hide the pain. There isn't any proof of my symptoms other than what i say. The way the doctors look at me makes me feel like a liar. The way people look at me makes me feel like a poser. The other day i was on my scooter and a guy stopped me in the elevator:
Guy: You just taking it easy?
Me: What?
Guy: You just taking it easy?
Me: I don't understand.
Guy: You are not disabled.
Me: Excuse me?
Guy: Your legs look too strong for you to be disabled. So you ride to take it easy.
Me: i have neuropathy.
Guy: Whats that?
Sigh. You are right. You got me. I'm not disabled, i am lazy. I am not in pain, i like hanging out in the ER all day... praise God my filter is working and i've never said that to anyone... just you, my one loyal reader ;-).
Jesus gave an amazing example of prayer for these situations.
John 17:1-5 1When Jesus had spoken these words, he lifted up his eyes to heaven, and said,
I have trouble with praying this over and over. No matter how true, it becomes trite to the point that i just shut up and drink. I ask only how i may glorify God through it; though deep down i feel it is enough already... crying like i am innocent.
I guess praying that prayer over and over isn't necessary. I have prayed, God knows how i feel better than i do so... ? Father the hour has come, let me suffer well.
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