Devotion from Kelly Currie
During exams of my senior year in college, I began to ache all over-like I had the flu. Most of the pain was concentrated in my lower back and legs. I saw a lot of doctors who ran a lot of tests. No one came up with a diagnosis, cause, or course of action. I was really depressed. I had always been an active, athletic person and now was laying around in pain.
One of my visits was to Duke Hospital. The doctors were perplexed. I left the visit in tears. Although I still had no diagnosis, this visit was the most important visit I would ever have. You see, while I was in the waiting room, there were all of these crippled children. Many were missing limbs, while others had deformed limbs. It was like the island of misfit toys, only these were broken children. God made me realize just how lucky I was. I had two good legs on which I could walk and live a normal life. I was so ashamed at my self-pity. I went home and started to push myself to work through the pain. I began to feel better.
I was finally diagnosed with Fibromyalgia 5 years later. Exercise is one of the main things doctors recommend to deal with the disease.
I came across this quote last week in a book by Richard Paul Evans. "Sometimes our arms are so full with burdens we carry that it hinders our view of the load those around us are staggering beneath."