“When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought joy to my soul.” (Psalm 94:18)
A few nights ago I experienced what I labeled a “Super Pain Night.” I had a terrible cold that had lingered for weeks. Sinus infection and a cough that hurt in my chest was a result. It was cold and windy, and storming out. We had been under so many severe thunderstorm and tornado watches that it was getting easy to pay less attention than we should to the news and weather reports.
I was trying to rest, but even my skin hurt. I had tried on 4 different pairs of pajamas and none felt comfortable on my skin. The wrinkles of the bedding hurt when I lay down. Every thick and fuzzy sock that I put on my painful crippled foot hurt!
All that surrounded me felt scary. Rarely am I in so much pain that I am afraid. That night, with the storm outside with the high winds and thunder, my all encompassing pain, and even my Siamese cat yowling, I was afraid.
“When my anxiety was great within me, your consolations brought joy to my soul.”
When I am upset, tired, or in much pain, I have an old Bible by my bed. It is small enough to hold even when I am sick. It is highlighted, underlined, and marked with notes and dates. I can find solace and comfort from His Word right away without having to look for things. It has been my “hiding place” for many years. Some of the verses I held onto that awful night were these:
Psalm 28:7 “The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in Him and I am helped.”
Psalm 55:22 “Cast your cares on the Lord and He will sustain you; He will never let the righteous fall.”
Psalm 32:7 “You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.”
Isaiah 41:10 “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”
Today my pain is less. It is a bright blue and sunny spring day. The large tree by my desk window is full of green buds and growing leaves. I see a robin building a nest near the center of the old tree. Tufted titmice are flitting about on the outer branches. The breeze is so refreshing coming in the window. My Siamese cat is stretched out on the windowsill looking drunk with sun.
“May your unfailing love rest upon us, O Lord, even as our hope is in You.” Psalm 33:22
About the Author:
Sandra Platt is a minister’s wife and mother of 2. She lives in a beautiful area of rural Southern Indiana. She has had fibromyalgia for 19 years, and more recently has been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. She is owned and cared for by two spoiled 15-year-old cats. She is so thankful for the friendships she has made with Rest Ministries, and welcomes any comments by her readers.