Don’t get me wrong. I am truly blessed. I can see with my own two eyes. I can feel with my own two hands. I can smell with my nose and taste with my tongue, and believe me; Italians do not take that for granted! Though I can’t run, I can still walk, and I’m pretty sure if someone stole my purse, even though I’m not allowed to run, I’m sure I am capable of it (Of course there would be two week of recuperation afterwards). So, I have two legs and two feet that take me places I want to go to. I have five fingers and five toes (though my second toe is a little longer than my big toe, but who made the rule that the toes had to line up in some formation anyway?). I have a working heart and lungs that are able to breathe in air. I have a liver and kidneys that are able to filter out the medication I take. I have a brain that is still capable of creating even though I’ve been out of a school setting for over 13 years. So, maybe I got a spine that needs some work done on it and maybe I got these knees that are deteriorating. But they still take me to where God sends me. My eye sight isn’t perfect, but I can still see God’s beautiful creation every time I go outside. My hearing isn’t so good, but I can still hear the Holy Spirit convicting me when I’m doing something I’m not supposed to be doing. My disks in my spine are compressed, but God still releases the pressure of the worries of this world by taking my hand and walking with me through it all. I may be in pain most of the time, but Jesus bore more pain than I can ever bare when he hung on the cross to make a way for me to get into heaven. Me. When I compare my pain to someone taking some rusted six inch nails and nailing my hands and feet to wood and lifting me up so I can just hang until I suffocate…Uh, yeah. Don’t get me wrong. I am truly blessed.