Today I was hoping to go to Mass, which I don’t manage very often, but instead I have a migraine…
So I wouldn’t get a big head, I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations (2 Corinthians 12:7; TM).
Migraine is my Mass today,
And codeine is my bread.
All my hopes and plans are gone:
A quiet day, instead.
Migraine is my liturgy,
And water is my wine;
So, Lord, I accept this cross
As a part of your design.
Migraine is my service,
And I know it’s not in vain,
Because I can embrace this chance
To plead for those in pain.
Migraine is my crown of thorns;
It gives me time to pray.
Thank you, Lord, that I can share
Your suffering today.
Since we are his children, we are his heirs. In fact, together with Christ we are heirs of God’s glory. But if we are to share his glory, we must also share his suffering (Romans 8:17; NLT).
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Then he said to the crowd, “If any of you wants to be my follower, you must turn from your selfish ways, take up your cross daily, and follow me” (Luke 9:23; NLT).
May your will be done on earth, as it is in heaven (Matthew 6:10; NLT).
My Father! If this cup cannot be taken away unless I drink it, your will be done (Matthew 26:42; NLT).
The soldiers wove a crown of thorns and put it on his head (John 19:2; NLT).
Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus (1 Thessalonians 5:16-18; NIV).
I am glad when I suffer for you in my body, for I am participating in the sufferings of Christ that continue for his body, the church (Colossians 1:24; NLT).