Living with Pain

Recently, I decided to visit my physio-therapist, after vacillating for a month. Not until I have endured pain on my right elbow for as long as half-a-year and when I can't lift light objects like even a chair because of the pain.

And previously, I had this pain on my back for years. Can't remember how the accummulated bumps and falls I had over a span of years added to the injury. In any case, i finally did, and the physio did the job after a month of treatment. Then again, God healed through her.

This time would be the same. I'm so blessed to have enjoyed God's grace for all these while.

But then again, why did I choose to endure and live with the pain, however miniscule?

(more to come)