I fell about three weeks ago now. It was a Sunday morning, and I was sitting down at the piano at church. I think I was in the middle of falling already, and as I was in the sitting position, fell, taking (and breaking) the piano bench with me. The piano sets on a stage, so I fell off the stage, hurting myself. Now, I didn't feel particularly hurt that day, but I haven't been able to get through the pain yet!
That service at church turned out to be very touching, as those in attendance gathered around me, crying and praying. I felt so very blessed to be cared about by this congregation. It was just nice.
I said I haven't been able to get through the pain. It's been rough. As I type this, the only thing I really want to do is climb in the bed, but it's not even 7 o'clock yet, and so here I am.
I think if anything good is coming out of my pain lately, it is that I know people care and are praying. It means a lot.