My body is wracked with pain today, and my spirit mourns the loss of what once was...the days of youth, health and vitality. There were so many things that I once did so easily and took for granted, never dreaming that a day like this would come, and how crushing it would feel. Now it's exhausting to stand, excruciatingly painful to sit, and lying down brings only the slightest relief.
I am reminded of the words of the Apostle Paul: "O' wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from this body of death?" But just as he did, I too still believe that all our sufferings, even though they are many and very real, are not worthy to be compared with the glory that shall be revealed in us.
Pain is strong, but faith is stronger.