It started with a small headache. After about an hour, it was clear it
was a sinus problem because my right eye was throbbing. In about three hours’
time, I was in bed, in the dark and quiet, agonizing with pain. My husband came
and tried to comfort my spirit and my body, but there was nothing he could do
to make me feel better.
And that’s when I saw the light. Not literally. I can’t claim a ‘Paul on
the road to Damascus’ experience. But I was forced to see what was right in
front of me: God’s provisions.
First, I realized that the pain only got to an unmanageable point when I
was already home. I did not have to go through traffic on the interstate with
tears in my eyes. My husband decided to take only 30 minutes of lunch, just for
the sake of it, so he arrived home half an hour earlier. When I needed him the
most. I had pasta in the fridge from the day before, something I never have,
but it ensured us no need for cooking. And even for my husband’s sake, there
was a game on, so he could be distracted since I went to bed so early.
I woke up the next morning still not 100%. The throbbing was gone. The excruciating
pain was gone. But the headache was still there. Which means I was in a bad
mood already. When I went down to the kitchen, I decided to cut myself a slice of
melon for breakfast. And that is when the big knife and my finger became one. I
immediately got scared, not knowing how deep it was. And that is when I prayed
for God to change my attitude around. When I praised him because the horrible
pain was gone, and this incy wincy headache would not stop me today.
Needless to say, I immediately felt his presence, and knew everything
would be ok. And it is. So I have a headache. So I have a band-aid on my
finger. But I also have a story about how God used my pain to bring me a little
bit closer.
