Weeks of gray, cold, damp weather invades my joints and I hurt. I am in the middle of a flare of rheumatoid arthritis and am in a great deal of pain in my hands and joints. I need my hands to write. Well, basically to do most everything.
The pain reminds me of a time when I cried out to God, asking Him to help me feel again. My emotions were dead and wrapped in grey, fuzzy wrappers. A numbness pervaded my being and I wished I didn't need to live this hard life anymore. During that time, I cried out to God and asked Him to help me feel again. The pain of my life was so severe, I had gone into emotional shock to protect myself.
I'm so glad He heard my prayer. I feel alive--in fact, more alive than I ever did when I was young. I feel excited over life and what God has for me. I can feel again, and even if some of it is pain, I rejoice, because it means I am still alive and thriving!
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