Lying in bed in the middle of the afternoon, I was breathing, worried about what was actually wrong with my chest. Was I having a heart attack for the past few days? Was it actually heartburn? I lied there and gave my pain to Jesus. I asked Him to let me know if I should go to the hospital or stay at home. As I lie there, I felt my rib cage and found a muscle that was inflamed. About a year ago I had similar pain, not quite so intense, that was diagnosed as Pleurisy, a build up of fluid between the lungs and the rib cage. I didn’t think it could be that again since I was unable to eat, but I took an anti-inflammatory (which usually chews up my stomach). I fell asleep for as long as a mom actually gets to fall asleep when her kids are in “quiet time” that usually ends up being not-so-quiet. I was woken up less than 10 minutes later. After about an hour, I was in so much less pain it was amazing. I was ready ...
Devotions from my Heart