Catching On...

I have to admit, having my tonsils out has been a pain.  Literally.  There is so much that needs to be done, and here I sit.  In pain.  Reading and writing because doing dishes right now just hurts too much.  I am so grateful to Sam.  He has been the best care taker, ever.  ( He is rather bossy, though)  He is paitent and kind with me.  Makes sure I take my meds and tries to help keep me comfortable.  I have noticed that the pain is strongest in the dark of night.  It hurts to breathe.  It hurts to swallow.  As I listen to the sound of Sam sleeping beside me, instead of focusing on the pain, I focus on my blessings.  When I am hurting so much there are tears in my eyes, I pray.  How great is that!!  I have a line of direct communication with the Lord.  Prayer.  It is a powerful thing.  Also a healing thing.  To bear the burdens of a weary soul, not to mention getting it out of your mind.  I prayed a lot in the stillness last night.  For my family.  For my sweetheart.  For our life.  For courage to overcome this.  For strength to not complain.  For so much.  Then came the sweet relief.  My heart was full as I drifted off to sleep.  God is good.  In every way.  He is mindful of us.  He really is.  He does hear and answer prayers.  For that I am beyond grateful.  So, I will try to live my life walking in the paths of the Lord.  That He may always hear me.  Love me.  That I may know He is there.  Right beside me.  

After all these years, I think that I may be catching on.  

Focus on your blessings.  Not the pain.  Not the sorrow.  Those things are swept aside in the light of gratitude.  They are but a shadow in the healing light of the Savior.