By Jeremy Pottenger
Everyday I wake up in pain. Everyday I stand on these two broken legs. I could scream and curse for my suffering seems all in vain. The pain so strong that it drives me to the brink of madness some days. Yet I still give thanks.
I give thanks for the chance to start anew each day, to right the wrongs I’ve done. To continue the fight, until the battles won. Each day is a gift, a challenge from above.
How much suffering can one endure in this life? Not nearly as much as Christs sacrifice.
I give thanks for my suffering for I know it will bring glory to the one who give the breath of life. Who rescues the lost and weary souls in this world.
I ask him everyday to take away this pain, it is my shame. My burden to carry. My lot. For doubting his strength. I lost sight. Never again will I loose hope in this life. He is my friend, father, brother, my rock in which I stand.
I give thanks for my suffering, for I know it is for his glory in the end!
“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.”
2 Corinthians 12:9 NIV