At 70, I'm used to "twinges in the hinges," at least in the places that typically affect me - knees, sometimes bursitis in the shoulder. Several days ago, my knee was really carrying on and I thought maybe, after all the crocheting I've been doing, keeping me in a steady position, the hamstring was acting up. So, I stood, and did a few bend-at-the-waist toe touches. After ten of those, the hamstring felt better. Hmmm. So, I did ten more. Then I got on the floor, spread my legs and touched the toes on each foot, stretching and twisting. Felt good. Hmmm. So I did a few more. Get the picture?
When this "twinge" in my back started the next day, I worried about kidney problems, then I recalled the stretches. One Tylenol Arthritis isn't quite doing it this time. I might take two tonight, and try to get some real sleep.
Anyhow, I've come to realize that sometimes, the Lord knows I need a little rest, and he nudges me in that direction. I'm able to get my normal daily tasks finished, but it isn't easy. I do not mind dealing with physical discomfort. Too many issues in my past have taught me how to shrug it off. The thing I find difficult is when it limits my daily productivity. Then I get mad at myself.
Dear God, forgive my annoyance with this discomfort, and guide me toward its healing; meanwhile, bless me with the grace to sense how to move sensibly, and whisper to me the things I should and shouldn't do while you are healing me.