It is my ceiling. I am on the floor. Not by choice mind you. It was my back's idea.
I thought my back was a team player. I thought I could count on it. That my back was on my side, "backing" me up if you will.
I was wrong. Horribly wrong. Tuesday morning my back, without even discussing it with me, decided to give out as I got up from a chair. Why? I have no idea. Didn't my back KNOW I had 300 loads of laundry to get caught up on? That I was hosting a small Christmas party at my house that night? That it was the very last week of school for the students here and I had a BILLION things to do???
Well, it seems my back doesn't really care about my schedule.
I decided to scoot closer to the tree. There now, things are much better from this view, right?
You know, when you are lying around, there really isn't much to do (besides take goofy pictures of yourself, and your ceiling) but think and pray.
I have been thinking about my dad. I remember one Christmas (I think it was 1991?) when his back went out. I mean, it wasn't a couple of weeks before, it was Christmas eve! We had just arrived to my grandparents cabin in TN, and he spent the rest of that week in bed. Not complaining at all. Can you imagine how hard that must have been? Hardly ever seeing your family, making the ten plus hour trip to be stuck on your back for your whole vacation? I am sorry that you had to go through that dad. I thank the Lord for your gracious heart, and making sure we all had a great Christmas, despite your pain.
I've been thinking of my own father-in-law who has suffered from chronic back pain for years and years. I don't know how he does it, but I now know how to pray for him better. I am sorry dad, that you have this burden. Please always let us know what we can do to help.
I have been thinking of my friend Cherri who was just in a car accident and fractured her pelvis bone in two places. With every wince of pain, I am reminded to pray again for you. I am sorry for your accident. I am praying for your quick healing, and thanking God he saved your family in that accident.
I have also been thinking about my pastor who had the flu turned pneumonia and was on his back for FOUR weeks! On Sunday he was sharing what God needed him to learn, and he had to put him on his back to teach him that.
God's timing is funny sometimes, no?
This is my view right now: