I have a bad back, from years of physical labor and being tall. My knees are shot from early sports injuries. I’ve broken numerous bones. My hearing is terrible due to running loud equipment. I have an incurable disease in my eyes. My hands ache everyday from years of manual labor. I want to cry when I raise my arms over my head due to bad rotator cuffs. There are other bodily ailments I do not wish to discuss. High cholesterol and high blood pressure too. No medical or dental insurance. Man oh man, my everything hurts. Plus add in all the heartaches of past civil divorces, losing friends, a father, and a daughter. And the stress, it is unbearable at times, financial situations, addictions, and life.
I’m a wreck and my tank is running on empty. I don’t feel like I have much to offer this world anymore. But despite it all, what I do have left is offered to the Lord, the giver of life. If God the Father offered His Son, and He did, and if His Son offered Himself to us, and He did, then I think we should offer all of our sufferings to Him as well. I wouldn’t trade away one second of my pains and sufferings just to get to the Lord and tell Him face to face I’m sorry for what I made Him go through.
I guess there is some truth to the saying “What don’t kill ya will only make you stronger.” Nobody knows YOU better than God, and you can take it to the bank that He has measured and fitted a Cross just for you. There is nothing wrong with falling on your face because that Cross is heavy. Maybe the heavier it is the more we will appreciate the journey and the weight of that Cross being lifted off our back once we reach our destination, Heaven.
Hang in there, and as others say, do see a priest.
Don’t give up and don’t be envious of those who do not know struggles and pains, after all, the greater the battle, the greater the victory! You will be in my prayers. God bless, and keep you.