The Stairs of Rememberance

I fell down the stairs this morning. Wet, rubber shoes do not have very good traction on plastic floors. The stairs bit into my hip and stretched out my left shoulder. It was not a fun moment. At least there was only one person with me, and I know her pretty well.

I was sitting in class after this happened, thinking about the pain that was running through my body. As I was reveling in self-pity and over-diagnosis, I remembered that there are people around the world that are suffering much more than I am. Falling down the stairs is just ridiculous compared to the torture people are enduring for the sake of Christ. It's really interesting to remember those people and to pray for them. This put my pain in perspective.

Thank you, God, for the reminders you give your people!