And I'm tired of chronic illnesses. You know the ones that don't go away. The ones that are here to stay. They're like the bubonic plague, vengeful and destructive and seemingly impossible to eradicate.
I'm tired of illnesses.
But when I was slowly walking from my children's bus stop to my house - for my knee was aching and my legs protesting - I was reminded of a certain Scripture.
Maybe the reason I'm surrounded by it is to build up my compassion.
My pain is to help another's peace of mind. To give them comfort. And more importantly, a way to praise God and seek His comfort.
For it could always be worse. I have the use of my legs, although they are in constant pain, others are missing theirs. I can take pain medicine to manage my pain, but some people cannot afford theirs.
Whatever my situation, someone out there has it worse and needs to know the Healer, Jehova Rapha, is there for them.
So for now, I am adopting a Scripture to keep my focus where it belongs, on God. Today I chose to hold dear the words of Psalm 103:1, "Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless His holy name" (KJV).