is pain bad?
it makes me….
~appreciate normal life, a life without any real pain
~be glad for work to do when I get better…it’s more fun to feel strong when you can work hard than otherwise
~appreciate help, and learn how to ask for it humbly
~remember to save asking for help for when I really need it…I don’t want to be known as a whining wimp
~just think…my family will be thrilled when I’m able to do all my own work again!
~now I have time for other things, like maybe more quiet time with God
Yes, it’s inconvenient. I’m missing out on the beach (my
favorite thing in the summer) right this minute. It makes me feel a bit useless at times. It hurts
(hello!–it’s called ‘pain’).
C.S. Lewis said pain is a tool God uses to make us grow. I usually think of emotional pain
in that case, but physical pain can do the same. You learn to see
things from a different perspective. You learn to be
thankful for little things, and big ones.
So, maybe I want to be made whole. I like having my body work
properly. But maybe I should just take this for what it is…a
chance to learn something. A chance to grow up.
PennyDaisy 
Well I hope you’re well. I’m bumming around inside while lucy and danny are out on my boat 😦
What’s wrong? I myself am hurting pretty bad both physically and emotionally…I don’t know if its bad, but I do know I hate it
I’ll be prayin fo you Sawa Misselle
Tamawa Misselle
I know exactly how that can be, all too well.
Yeah, I took the other post down…you caught me!! I reread it and thought maybe I didn’t need to share that…I kind of felt that even though I wanted my feelings validated, I just sounded like I personally was just whining and bitter and that didn’t really encourage anybody. Thanks for praying. I hope you feel better soon…for goodness sakes, take it easy. No heavy lifting…bear wrestling…anything of that sort
thanks for the encouragement… i hope you are doing well… i’ll be working at the ad players next year, so i’ll be in h-town again…
*spoken in a whipser:*You’re not French.The Fouhgy’s (sp?) were Hungarian.
you have good food at your house…can I come over again?
Well, MOM said they were not English, they were Hungarian,and there’s no French in the family line.