Be with me, God. I feel so lost. I can’t seem to escape the dark cloud
that is hanging over me today. Help me, God. Give me strength
to combat despair and fear. Show me how to put my pain
into perspective. Teach me to have faith in the new day
that is coming. Thank you, God, for today’s blessings,
for tomorrow’s hope, and for Your abiding love.
I found this prayer when I was searching for scripture to take my pain away.
Because that is the step you take when you have had a blinding headache for 3 days, and the Motrin, tea, water and healthy foods aren’t working. You start begging for relief.
To say my body is a little “intense” is pretty spot on. It isn’t extreme. It isn’t anything deadly or fatal…but, the things I do have are a little much.
Take, for instance, my headaches.
They are very run-of-the-mill headaches. They aren’t fatal, they aren’t deadly. I’ve had them checked out, and the official doctor advice is, “Take More Motrin. Maybe With Tylenol.”
Which I haven’t done, because that’s nuts.
Nevertheless, the headaches usually coarse through my brain until it shoots out of my eyes and I am stuck with nothing other than just good, old-fashioned pain.
So, I turned to scriptures to find something to pray. Some combination of words to ask God to help me with my pain, because I can’t function after three days of this.
What I found was a prayer…which was what I needed to pray.
I thought I wanted relief from the pain. I thought I needed the pain to go away completely, which would be the most obvious request.
“Please take this pain from me so that I can be happy again.”
What I read, instead, was a prayer to show me how to put my pain into perspective.
Does this pain make me slow down? Does it help me to hear the voices around me? Does this pain make me vulnerable, and ask for help from those around me? Can this pain be a way for me to lean on my husband for comfort? Through this pain, do I look to Father God for solace and answers?
Pain is most certainly part of life, to our great dismay.
Yet, it does have this transformative power to change our perspectives in life.
Maybe that is why I have spent three days stubbornly trying to fight it on my own, only to ask for help from those who love me…and finally find real comfort.