Day 2

I woke in the most physical pain.  It was all over.  All I could pray for was God to take the pain away.  Anytime I found myself thinking about giving up or thinking life would never get better,  I would pray for God to take the pain away.  

Hours went by. I finally decided to sit down and do my written prayer.

God,

I'm incredibly grateful for this life but i need some help.  I need for this physical pain to go away and I need some bread.  The biblical symbol for money.   I can't do this on my own anymore.  

God's response.  

It's going to be ok.  I hear you.

And suddenly my pain goes from a 9 to a 5.  Which for me is the difference  between staying in bed all day vs. Being able to cook a meal for myself.  

The potato is almost ready, my soul feels full.