This past week, I experienced a quick onset of physical suffering. It happened while I was donating blood to the Red Cross. I had given in the past without any problems, but this day was different.
It happened halfway through the donation, I felt really hot and flushed and I thought I was going to pass out. The attending nurse noticed right away and had me lay all the way down on the cot. She put a cool cloth on my head and turned the fan on so the breeze would bring me comfort. I felt better and was able to complete the donation.
This would repeat a couple more times at the donation center. I would feel better, then suddenly I would get the feeling that I was going to pass out. I felt weak and shaky and had to be cared for.
I finally got to the point where I could leave, and fortunately my husband was also donating, so he could get me safely home. I was unable to drive home and had to leave my car in the parking lot as we had met there.
I was able to rest for a couple of hours at home before I regained my strength. It has been awhile since I had to let others care for me in such a way. I like to keep my suffering to myself, holding onto it with a firm grip, in private.
The Lord showed me, when I am weak, He is there to provide comfort, to act fast and to care for me. He showed me that even when I am not aware, He is watching over me, and will swoop in and rescue me. He showed me to open my hands to Him and loosen my grip on what weighs me down. To give it to Him because He cares for me.
I am grateful for the small moment of physical suffering I received, because it turned my eyes towards Him, He who cares for me.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. In verdant pastures, he gives me repose; Beside restful waters he leads me; He refreshes my soul. Psalm 23
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