I was doing pretty well all day long with my pain level around 3 and 4. Then in the evening, when I was at a venue, I picked up my almost- empty coffee mug with the hand of my injured arm and did a little partial turn and managed to swing the mug into a support post for a balcony. This twisted my arm somehow and sent my pain level soaring up to an eight or nine. I took ibuprofen, asked for prayer, and went in search of ice.
My daughter was in the same building, and I found her and let her know that I had re-injured my arm.
While I hate that she has been in so much pain for the last year or so, I love that it has given her a compassionate heart.
She helped me make an ice pack, and I went off to a quiet place to freeze my arm. 😁 (I can smile now that it feels better again.)
When she was done with her activity, she came and found me, helped me get into my coat with the ice pack in my sleeve, and helped me out the door and into the car. She even helped me hook my seatbelt. Then she drove me home.
Today I am thankful that my daughter is maturing into a compassionate young lady. She has not let pain harden her or make her angry. Rather, she has allowed the Lord to soften her heart.
I am so thankful to see that she is becoming a kind and compassionate servant of God.
Serve the LORD with gladness and delight;
Come before His presence with joyful singing. Psalm 100:2 AMP
How about you? Do you struggle with being angry at God for pain you’ve suffered? Has it made you hard or bitter? Or have you surrendered it to God, believing that He has great plans for you to serve Him with gladness for all He’s done for you? Do you believe that He is the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort who comforts us so that we will be able to comfort others who are struggling “with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God”? (See 1 Corinthians 1:3-5) How has God used pain in your life to give you a compassionate heart?