Confession to Thankfullness to Praise to Happy Dance

This past month has been, shall we say, interesting. To be totally honest, it's been horrid. I mentioned here that I had hurt my back and here I jokingly theorized what could be causing the back ache. But in all honesty, it was no joke. It was awful, horrible 24/7 pain that really knocked me for a loop. And I don't know about you all, but I don't do "sick" very well. Especially extended sick. I didn't even take a day off work, even though I could hardly move. Now before you all pat me on the back and say what a brave soul I am, I have a confession to make. I was totally walking in fear and disobediance. Ya, I was.

After I had gone to the doctor I really felt in my heart I needed to take care of this and listen to my doctor who had actually told me to take at least a week off. But for those of you who don't know, I run a dayhome. Six little ones. And I immediately started walking in fear. I didn't want to do that to the parents. Leave them in a lurch like that, didn't want to let them down. So instead of trusting God, I didn't even take one solitary day off to let my back heal. I called in a sub for a few hours for a couple of days and that was it. Well, needless to say, more than 2 weeks later, nothing had changed in the pain department.

Finally, last Thursday, through the pain and my emotional state of mind, God finally got through to me. I needed to do something about this or risk permanently injuring myself. So I told the parents I had to take Friday off. And they were precious. Every one of them supported me and were gracious and kind.

So Friday and Saturday, I decided I was not going to do anything at all. Not a solitary thing. I'd dreamed of a day like this since it all started. Here it was. Can I say it was the hardest two days ever! Not because of pain. But because as I lay on the couch blogging, reading and watching t.v. I started to notice all the things that needed doing around the house. The carpet needed cleaning, the walls need washing, the media cabinet needed organizing, etc., etc., etc. Do you know how hard it was laying there while all this stuff was screaming out at me now that the house was in silence without 6 little bodies running around it? Yeesh. Am I strange or what? (Okay that was rhetorical, you don't have to answer that one. )

Anyway, after foisting upon myself two days of total rest, after church on Sunday I went up for pray, to let the elders of the church pray for me, according to James 5:14. And now here is the happy part: PRAISE GOD and all glory to Him, my back has gotten progressively better since. I have not had to take any Tylenol 3's since before church that Sunday. And each day has been more pain free.

I give all thanks and praise to God. And I want to thank all of you too, who prayed for me and emailed with me through this to ask how I was and to pray. I totally believe it was because of your prayers that the Lord was able to get through to me, through my hard headedness (is that a word?) and I was able to see I was actually being disobediant and needed to repent. And then through your prayers and getting myself still, the Lord was able to bring that scripture before me so I could be obediant to what the Word says to do when you are sick. So thank you for all your concern and comments and prayers. You truly are a special group of women I am so happy to have found.

So today, I'm just feeling great in comparision. And while I'm not quite yet ready to hit the dance floor with this guy, I am doing my own private happy dance before the Lord.