And let us not neglect our meeting together, as some people do, but encourage one another, especially now that the day of his return is drawing near. Hebrews 10:25
Tonight I got to attend church for the first time in several weeks. Friends, it was a blessing that I find hard to put into words.
You see, my family and I attend the Saturday night service, and for whatever crazy reason, Colorado has been having rainy weather ~ storms brewing on the last few weekends especially. Well, those storms and that back and forth “weather” is something that wreaks havoc with regard to my pain level. And quite frankly, I haven’t been able to muster up the strength to show up until tonight.
Pain. Deeper than the “normal” Fibromyalgia pain I have and walk around with every day.
Pain. The kind that goes to a whole new level – making my joints feel like they are being squeezed in a vice – restriction of range of motion.
Pain. The sticky, slashing layers of it – striking me over and over again.
Underneath is the all-over tightness and dull ache I always have. But layer upon layer of acute and sharp stuff starts to ensue ~ tacking on to the one beneath it and compounding and building something….awful. Until ~ well, you guessed it: I am down for the count or full on struggling and even limping.
But today I was able to do it, friends. Today, I was able to get to church (and even able to somewhat disguise that limping for a while).
It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t fluffy and feel-good stuff. No way, no how! But I wasn’t agonizing to the point that I couldn’t smile. I wasn’t so completely focused on my pain that I couldn’t pause to worship my Lord and Savior. I wasn’t disabled to the level of not being able to talk a bit with a couple of lovies of mine, hug a few sweet peeps, and let someone know how very proud of them I am.
I was laughing through the limping. I was loving through the limping. I was able to enter in and engage, broken body and all.
And this was good.
I even got to see a double rainbow driving home with my daughter while we laughed and listened to the Spanish radio station (that always makes you happy by the way- you must try it sometime).
My point is this: If you can scrape yourself together enough to just show up and hang with some fellow believers – even if only for a short time – it’s a good thing.
It’s good to get there and be there – to just enter in – even if our bodies are falling apart.
It’s good to rest too if we just can’t do it ~ but when we can, we almost never regret it.
It’s good because there’s no better place to be while limping than with others who can lift you up and just need to see your smile. Yes. Even your wincing-type smiles.
I’m thankful today friends – I’m so very grateful that I got to enter in to my church home. I am glad I got to see those fellow lovers of Jesus who are hurting in their own individual ways, yet seeking Him through fellowship with one another.
Some of us may be limping ~ it’s true. But the best kind of healing comes when two or more gather in His name. Because when that happens? Well, HE is there.
And HE is never limping. HE conquered the grave. HE saves us from everything, friends and gives us eternal life and fellowship with HIM and those who are part of HIS family.
That is cause for constant celebration. That is the most good of all!
Limping or not ~ I’m up for that kind of party. I shall sing His praises. And yes ~ I shall dance.
Even if only in my heart.
“For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.” Matthew 18:20