Today, I know that pain well. Too well. I’ve been summoned to a wrestling match. The question isn’t whether or not to enter the ring, it’s will I fight or wave the white flag of surrender?
I woke up this morning feeling great. Relatively low pain. Lots of energy. It was looking good for a productive Saturday. But, as the day grew longer so did the pain. And the stiffness. And the swelling. I wince in pain as I make a late lunch & take a deep breath. Right now, my knuckles are two sizes too big & the movement to type this post is straining my fingers.
I force one hand into a closed fist with the other & I see my knuckles, mis-shaped & gnarled by the pain, protruding like jagged mountain peaks from my skin. And I choose to fight. I choose to remember that this pain is shaping me in other ways too. It’s shaping my heart, slowly chipping away at my pride, providing opportunity to choose vulnerability. It’s stripping away a little more of me to make room for a little more of Him. And that, I want. So for this moment, I’ll choose to fight.
What fight is shaping you today?