It’s been a really hard couple of weeks for me. The pain persists and is worse than ever because I’m not taking anywhere close the amount of medicine I have in the past. I had another test this week to see if I had a fracture in my sacrum- but it came back negative. It’s almost been two years since this pain started and they still aren’t sure where it’s coming from. I’ve prayed from the beginning for the doctors to figure out how to ‘fix’ me and I felt like my prayers weren’t being answered.
Sunday morning I had been praying just to have a little more peace and for some assurance that if nothing else, my prayers were heard. Right before we left for church our Young Women’s President called and asked if for their activity on Wednesday if they could come help me at my home. It was all I needed to hear. I’ve been pretty much laid up for the last two weeks and my house is a wreck. It hurts to bend over and my kids are much faster than I am. I’ve been having my little babysitter come over and help, but the amount of time we’ve had her over had exhausted that budget. I know it seems like something so silly, but this was HUGE for me. It was Heavenly Father’s way of telling me that my needs, no matter how trivial, are known. That He’s there, and that though I haven’t received the answer I’m looking for with this pain thing, He’s going to get me through.
I’m grateful for this Gospel. I’m grateful to know that I have help on days that I know I can’t do by myself. I’m grateful for my husband and dear boys who remind me to pray. I know that one way or the other, things will work out for my benefit.