In everything give thanks.
In this, Lord? In this give thanks?
I don’t know how to give thanks for this pain.
Bitter tears pour down my cheeks into the bathwater.
Please take this away.
In that moment I forget that He, too, knows what it is to have pain,
He, too, knows what it is to ask to have it removed—
But He said, “Nevertheless.”
“Not my will, but Thine.”
Today, as my body longs for a wheelchair, or my bed,
but finds me here at work instead,
Not my will…