For months, I've been in a lot of pain in both knees. I'm not the doctoring sort (and one day I will need to see a doctor). I diagnose the pain as being "the weather", "too much sugar and/or white flour", my "extra pounds", etc.
In the past, the pain comes and then goes. But this time it has hung on longer. I've been mostly side-lined. Just didn't do too much at all. I crawled (literally) up the steps to our bedroom at night and came down in the morning, one painful step at a time.
Saturday, I spent a lot of time at the piano practicing songs that I would lead in our Sunday morning worship service at church. I was blessed to the point of "happy" tears. I told the Lord AND my husband, that if I never was free from my knee pain, at least I could praise God with my song.
Sunday evening we gathered around a table at our Home Connection. Several others have health problems that far exceed my own. When it came time to pray, I prayed for our healing. I asked the Lord to remind us to give Him the glory for healing or grace to bear the pain - whichever He chose. It was and IS His call.
Monday morning I woke up with significantly less pain in both knees. My temptation? To say maybe it was the weather change (I couldn't say weight loss or less sugar 'cause neither is true)! But immediately I knew God HAD answered my prayer.
I want to honor Him by telling everyone I meet. I also want to use my energy (which is so much higher with the alleviation of the pain) to serve Him--not to waste it on myself. I feel like the woman in Jesus' parable who after finding her lost coin called all her friends and said, "Rejoice WITH me!"
Rise! Shine! Give God the Glory!