And the pain of just getting out of a chair or rolling over in bed was excruciating at times. Walking was a bump and drag along affair: not pretty. Like I wrote, I was in a hole. And it gets down to what do I believe is lasting; the hole or the light above the hole. The realization is that no matter how deep the hole, there is always a light at the opening; a calling to pull you toward the Light; the Light from above.
God has put His brand upon me and in the hole or pulling up to the Light, I am His. I am good for the journey - whatever. The back pain is practically gone. My activity level is back to normal. I am dusting the dirt of the hole off my clothes. And, with a smile, the Miles of the Journey continue. Praise God.
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