In the Bible, Paul talks about the thorn in his flesh, the “messenger from Satan to torment me and keep me from becoming proud.” Paul says he begged God three times to take it away. Each time, God said, “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.”
Thursday and Friday were difficult days for me. Saturday kicked my ass. I blew off family plans and stayed home. It was the third day in a downward trend. Fortunately, yesterday was better. Today’s a mix bag. I woke up with pain and went for a run. So far, I’m not paying for that decision. We’ll see how the day goes.
God has either allowed or sanctioned the pain in my body. It will most likely be with me to one degree or another for the rest of my life. It’s a cruel master, whose lessons are taught with physical pain, fatigue, brain fog, and self-doubt.
But the lessons are valid.
As a person, I’m still far to willing to judge others from afar. This one’s stupid. That one’s lazy. That one over there, he’s incompetent. I can wear all those labels and more when the Fibro hits me. Some days, I just survive, doing enough to keep the lights on, but little else, because I’m tired and my body pulses with pain. Saturday, I barely left the house. I’ve been on work phone calls when I’ve had to ask what was just said because my train of thought derailed in the middle of a sentence.
My affliction has helped me better see those character flaws in myself. It’s made me more likely to see the strengths in others. Until recently, I’ve never understood the true weight of being a caregiver. I’ve never understood the guts required for someone with a chronic illness or condition to just get by day to day.
I’ll never celebrate my Fibromyalgia. But I’ll never consider it a complete loss. I’m weakened by my experience. I won’t consider some previous activities because of what might happen. I’m more likely to stay home than I used to be.
But my eyes are opened to new things. And I appreciate a lot of the things I already have. Exercise isn’t a burden, it’s a privilege. Steady work is a blessing, even if the day’s a little difficult. I no longer take a pain-free day for granted, as something I deserve and am entitled to.
I don’t understand God, but it’s at least possible he’s using Fibromyalgia to make me see new things. If that’s the case, it’s not a loss. In some ways, it might be a roundabout answer to my prayers to be a better person.