Lead Me to Higher Ground During this Fibromyalgia Flare

Lake Michigan, USA.

My view from the hotel where my husband is in meetings all week.

This particular block of time in my life is one of a seemingly never-ending time of a major Fibromyalgia Flare.

I am listening to instrumental hymns and currently “Higher Ground” is playing.

Do you know the hymn?

I’m pressing on the upward way,
New heights I’m gaining every day;
Still praying as I’m onward bound,
“Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.”
- Refrain:
  Lord, lift me up and let me stand,
  By faith, on Heaven’s tableland,
  A higher plane than I have found;
  Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.
My heart has no desire to stay
Where doubts arise and fears dismay;
Though some may dwell where those abound,
My prayer, my aim, is higher ground.
I want to live above the world,
Though Satan’s darts at me are hurled;
For faith has caught the joyful sound,
The song of saints on higher ground.
I want to scale the utmost height
And catch a gleam of glory bright;
But still I’ll pray till heav’n I’ve found,
“Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.”

That is how I feel today.

I am resting and watching the sail boats on the water, but the 3 day long migraine which has all my joints effected, is trying to distract me from enjoying the view.

Do flares ever come at a good time??

I admit that trying to lift my own self up when my body has betrayed me is terribly difficult to do. I feel very alone at these times. It is hard to be one’s own cheerleader and encourager when you feel like something the cat dragged home.

It is at these times that I feel God is closest to me.

When all I want is an understanding ear; a sympathetic ear, and maybe a Kleenex or two, plus time to get through this, it is God I turn to.

My body wants to scream and rationalize the ugliness of this dreaded condition, but in truth, all I can manage is a vacant stare out the window.

Today I had to be no where, no one was depending on me to cook or clean. I was free to enjoy the day however I chose.

This flare chose how I would spend this day for me. Even on more Ibuprofen than I’ve ever had to take in succession, I still feel all the pain radiate through my very core.

This flare will leave at any time, but for now, I must look to “higher ground.”