When Pain Prompts Us to Cry Out to God
In an instant, sharp pain shot through my right leg. It happened so quickly that I was caught off guard.
Only minutes earlier, I had been helping my husband prune overgrown tree limbs. Then I decided to clip the dead branches of a juniper bush in front of my house. I had barely touched the shrub with my clippers before several wasps flew out of the bush and stung me.
My leg felt like it was on fire. Without concern for who heard me or what I looked like, I screamed in pain, wanting immediate relief.
It wasn’t pretty as I limped inside the house and frantically tried to soothe my wasp stings, to no avail. Thankfully, my husband ran to my aid and did all the necessary medical care. His efforts momentarily alleviated the pain, but for days my leg had red and swollen patches reminding me of my wasp ordeal. Those patches came with burning, itchiness, and agony.
The more I reflect on my unexpected yard-work trial, the more I think about this past year.
