FOOD FOR THE SPIRIT-SO Much Pain!

This week has been...interesting. I hurt my back badly on Tuesday. It was feeling better by Thursday, but then one small mis-move, threw it out again. This time, I could hardly even move, and when I was moving, the pain was EXCRUCIATING. My sweet daughter tucked all the kids in bed (and the dog), then helped me get settled in my own bed. She soon fell asleep and so did I. My husband was working a grave shift and had no idea I had hurt my back again. I woke at about 12:30 in the morning with the most pain I have felt since giving birth, with no epidural, to my nine-pound baby boy. At this point, I could not move one inch. The phone was only an arm's length away, but I couldn't get to it. I wanted to call my husband so badly, but I couldn't. I wanted to call my dad to come and give me another blessing of comfort, but again, it was impossible. I wished my mom, a retired nurse, was there to help alleviate the symptoms, but she was across town, sleeping soundly. I also thought of my brothers, one of which is a physical therapist. Surely he would have some great exercise I could do, or could help me maneuver myself off the bed and into a less painful position. Or maybe my other brother, Mark, could help, as he has had bad back problems for years. But I couldn't reach any of them, and my poor, exhausted children couldn't hear my calls for help. So I laid there, helpless and alone.

As the pain came in waves of agony, it occurred to me that I really wasn't alone. I called out (literally) to my Father in Heaven to deliver me from the pain, or bring me help. Then, I thought of another medical "expert" --my Savior. He had already felt this pain in my behalf. He understood what I was feeling and how to alleviate it. I knew that although the phone was out of reach, my voice could still be heard, through prayer. I prayed and prayed, and though the pain didn't subside right away, it lessened enough that I could bear it until Tyler got home several hours later. Then my sweet, sweet husband, helped me out of bed (OUCH!) and into the living room, where I was able to feel a little better.

It was a humbling experience. I feel so blessed to have had this reminder of my need for the Savior. I am never alone.

Update: Yes, I am feeling much, much better today. :)