Okay so the title isn't quite as catchy as the movie, especially since no one has ever heard of South Whitley. My brain is active tonight; I am exhausted and can't fall asleep due to racing thoughts and pain.
Today I told several people what it feels like to be my kind of sick and here is what I said: It feels like I can tell where every cell in my body begins and ends and each one of them hurts. The best way to actually describe it so you have a point of reference is like a really high fever. The type of fever that even your hair and teeth hurt. The type of fever that your skin hurts and every joint hurts. They type of fever that you think that your brain may liquefy and start pouring out of your ears. Yep, that is how I feel. After being poked and prodded today, I feel significantly worse (probably because I am so tired). I have tried my bed, the couch, the chair, and the air mattress and can't seem to find one comfortable position.
Yet, in the midst of this I feel somewhat like Paul, I have been sent this thorn in my flesh-- a messenger of Satan to torment me. The word torment there in the Greek literally means to slap across the face repeatedly. This pain I feel is constant, reoccurring (I have been sick on and off since I was 4) and obvious torment to me. As Paul, I have pleaded with the Lord to take this pain away from me and I am STRUGGLING to accept the Lord's answer to Paul and to me... "My grace is sufficient for you; for in your weakness I am made strong." Paul didn't ask any more than three times, but believe me I have asked and ask and will continue to ask until I see a purpose for this pain.
Well, I guess I will give sleeping another shot.
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