This a.m. I couldn't go to church.
I leaned toward the mirror to apply my eyeliner and "pop!" Something in my back went wacko. I couldn't move afterwards. I couldn't bend to get dressed. And now I'm at the mercy of my husband's care. It's not a good thing. Next week I must babysit my daughter's little girls. I couldn't pick up a coffee mug, let alone my 25-pound granddaughters.
I'm not complaining. God is going to take care of me. He is going to heal me. Fix the situation, etc. My reason for sharing this little trial in my life is to ask you to pray for me. Two percocets have me a bit stoned (well, more than a bit). And the pain is only marginally less. I still can't bend, and just typing creates more pain than I particularly like to rejoice over. However, I am grateful for the percocets at this moment.
Thanks for praying. selahV
