Lying in pain from head to toe, pain that is hardly touched by medication, you feel completely helpless. Fibromyalgia flares are as debilitating as any other rheumatic illness. Good days, bad days, many days of just getting by. I’ve lived with it for 20 years, but recently had the worst flare I have had yet. Muscles from head to toe get so tight you can hardly move. Your face and head hurt so that lying on a pillow is torture.
Tom had to be gone to take Emmy to a school function, and there was nobody else around. All I needed was a large black cup of coffee. Caffeine is sometimes the only thing that gets the head pain to recede for a time. But I couldn’t get downstairs in that condition to make any, and I was afraid of falling.
In desperation, I asked the Lord to help. “I just need a cup of coffee, I need a touch of your hand, Heavenly Father.” I called my 26-year-old son, Sam, hating to bother him and his little family for something so trivial. They recently moved nearer us, but it was still a 10 minute drive.
It is funny how something so small isn’t small at all when you are in severe pain. Sam cheerfully agreed to help and drove over in 20 minutes with a large coffee for me. I gratefully took it down. He stayed and talked for a while. Conversation with my serious son is always a pleasure. Within 30 minutes, I went from being prostrate in misery, to getting up and getting around.
Does this sound like something so small that it doesn’t merit a blog post? Maybe to you it is small. If you have never been weak to the point where you cannot help yourself, if you’ve ever known terrible pain that no pill can seem to fix, you know the sense of helplessness you have.
My prayer for a touch from God’s hand was answered by a human hand in the form of my son. My son’s kindness in what he considered a small thing was a true gift from the Lord. It was God’s touch through a human hand. How many times do we look for some grand thing from God, some earth shaking miracle that will change this or that? I’m guilty of that all the time. Sometimes, the quiet act of human kindness is what God sends to remind us we are not alone. He sends such kindness through many diverse sources, all through small acts of mercy and love.
When Sam left, leaving cheer and comfort behind him, I thought of how somebody out there might need a touch of God’s hand today. I can be that touch for somebody, even though it may be only within the confines of my home. Wait. Did I just say “only” within the confines of my home? That’s where it matters most! If we teach our children to be merciful and to be kind, we have had an impact far behind our own family. Someday, we will all be weak and will need that touch of God through a human hand. Jesus said, “Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy.”
P.S. Our little daughter, Emily, was in need of a friend. She has never had a little girl her age to play with. No matter how much I have tried, she has not had a neighbor, cousin or church friend that was her age and gender. Through an act of kindness, a friend of mine introduced me to someone who had just such a little girl Emmy’s age. Yesterday, Emmy had about as wonderful a day as a little girl could have with a new friend. Seeing what it meant to our daughter, I was reminded once again of how one act of kindness can have an impact on somebody’s life. Thank you, Donna. And thank you, Lord.