An Unexpected Trip

Have you ever had to be rushed to ER? It happened to me. As my daughter drove me to the emergency room, acute pain piercing through my side, thoughts of Jesus being stabbed on the cross came. How much worse it had been for him. At the hospital big guys in scrubs wheeled me into a room, inserted an IV and started pain meds into my system. When they didn’t work they gave me stronger meds. Unlike Jesus’ experience, my painful kidney stone episode was taken care of by tender hands working hard to relieve my suffering. I hate pain. I hate it for myself and I hate it for others. While I do everything I can to avoid pain, our Savior faced it head on, just for the love of us.