A CRPS Warrior, I fight each day in Christ to live happy and free in arms of the man He gave me. I dare not ask as I leap into God's arms as I learn my place between the Beginning and End of His Creation and find solace. Dare to do the same . . . trust Him, find your place within His Majestic Design, and you will discover how the Wild meets the Forgiven.
As I roll over and struggle to turn my alarm clock
off, I rebel against the rising sun. I bury my head under the covers. The pain
shoots through my body and I wonder how I can face the day.
2 Corinthians 1:7
“And our hope for you is firm, because we know that just as you share in our
sufferings, so also you share in our comfort.”
The shower pours over me and I start to feel a
little more human. I lather my hair and the smell of lavender fills the air. As
I stand under the spray, I close my eyes to let the heat seep into my bones.
“The LORD will guide you continually, And satisfy your soul in drought, And
strengthen your bones; You shall be like a watered garden, And like a spring of
water, whose waters do not fail.”
I study my reflection in the bathroom
mirror while I dry my hair. The shadows under my eyes are less prominent this
morning. I slept a little better last night. My new bed is a definite plus.
I walk into the kitchen to see my
husband who’s making my lunch. In a heartbeat, I see I’m not the only one in
pain. I stand at the breakfast bar like a ship lost at sea. Do I tell him how I
feel? Do I ask him how he is? Oh, Lord, what do I say this morning?
“Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, Sweetness to the soul and health to
I take a deep breath, “Hi, honey, thanks for
making my lunch.” He smiles and I feel a weight lift from my shoulders. My
husband has a wonderful smile. I really needed to see that this morning.
Gathering my stuff, I move around the bar and feel
his arms enfold me in a hug. He zips my lunch bag closed and hands it to me.
“Have a good day, I love you,” he says.
“Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write
them on the tablet of your heart.”
Punching the garage door opener, I climb in
my car. I blink the tears away and back out, avoiding the pickup in the
driveway. Yes, I still hurt but it doesn’t matter so much anymore. I remember
that smile and know I can make it through another day.