His Grace is Sufficient

Having a bit of a pity party lately. Chronic pain stinks.

I'm no stranger to pain, I've had many kidney stones in my life, one requiring surgery and a stent, gallbladder attacks and removal, chronic gastritis, TMJ, abscessed teeth, hard labor resulting in C-sections. And now, a very bruised, possibly fractured tailbone. Sigh. It hurts to move. And there's nothing to be done but rest and wait.

I bought the much acclaimed (according to Dr. Reddit) "coccyx cushion." All I can think of is Napoleon Dynamite, "Grandma took a little spill at the sand dunes today, broke her coccyx." Except flipping over a dog isn't half as fun as sand dunes. But the pillow is saving me in the car since I drive a lot. (Also, why does it have to be called a "coccyx?" Such a dumb sounding word.)

Now, in the scheme of what life can bring, I know (and do) count my blessings. I personally know a handful of people right now, who'd trade problems with me today.

But dang, it's hard to be of good cheer while in pain.

I think of Paul, who prayed three times for healing and was told, "My grace is sufficient."

And it is. It has to be.

Paul went on to be one of the most influential men in the Bible, even while in pain. And so many others, get up every morning and do what needs to be done, physically hurting.

My tailbone will heal in time. and this will fade to memory, just like hard labor and kidney stones. But for some, pain never leaves. That's a perspective which keeps my complaints and frustrations in check.

Meanwhile, the cat couldn't be happier with this development, curled at my head, purring at deafening decibels.

Happy cat

Best $38 I've spent

Early fall colors in Alaska