Not All It’s Cracked Up to Be

February 27, 2012

Well, chickadoos, how was your weekend? Did you spend time with friends? Did you see a movie? Did you buy me a present? I hope most of all that you bought me a present.

On Friday I got a massage and it helped my back a lot. By Saturday it was awful again. I’m going to have to buck up and go to the physical therapist. I refuse to go to the chiropractor because 1. I hate having to go back 9,000 times. 2. It is expensive to go to the chiropractor 9,000 times.Β  3. Last time I went to the chiropractor,Β  he cracked my neck and I started crying. Not because it hurt, but because of the sound it made. (I have issues.) I could not stand that cracking sound. I want to vomit when people crack their knuckles, so when a chiropractor was making that awful sound come out of my own neck, it was too much to bear! Perhaps (definitely) that makes me crazy, but I don’t care. I can’t take it. Physical therapist it will be.

Other than the searing back pain and frequent icings and hours on the heating pad, it was a lovely weekend. The weather was nice, and I got to spend time with lots of sweet friends. I also found this picture on Pinterest, so clearly it was a pretty good weekend.

My friend Anthony preached at church yesterday. He spoke about pride, and based it on the parable of the Pharisee and the tax collector in Luke 18. Sometimes if we’ve been Christians for a long time, or have gone to seminary, or have learned a lot of Bible verses, we can become pretty self-righteous. We can get caught up in how Jesus-y we are, and forget to beat our chests and ask for God’s mercy. I definitely have the tendency to be prideful and arrogant and awful. But yesterday I was reminded of the great compassion God has shown in my life. Jesus died for me, a sinner. Anthony reminded me that, no matter how long we’ve been Christians, the cross of Christ is not something we outgrow.

Alright, I should be limping along. Have a good Monday — let’s be so grateful for the amazing love of our great God.

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4 Responses to “Not All It’s Cracked Up to Be”

  1. Lydia said

    That is the cutest picture of a smile I have EVER seen! Thanks for sharing!

  2. Anonymous said

    Great blog post! Hope you’re back gets better fast! (I wonder if you’re wearing the wrong shoes for your feet? Feet are people, too, so….) — Dan πŸ™‚

  3. Anonymous said

    Denise,

    I just love reading your blog–every time! Cracks me up–(pretty much) every time!

    I went to a chiropractor for the first time a few weeks ago after realizing that if my 96 year old grandma could get around better than I then I’d better do something. I, too, was disturbed at the sound of my neck cracking but I really liked how it felt. I’d keep going if it weren’t for the cost.

    One worth while takeaway was that he told me to stop heating my back and just ice. I don’t know if you have any inflammation, but thought I’d just throw that in.

    I enjoy your wordsmith ways. I used to make up words a lot more than I do. Fun stuff. πŸ™‚

  4. denisemorris said

    Lydia — don’t you just love it?!

    Dan — Well, I don’t wear heels like I used to back in the good old days at Focus. I’ve gotten much too lazy for that. πŸ˜‰

    Anonymous friend — thanks for the kind words! The icing is good advice. I use heat on it a lot, but maybe I shouldn’t do that anymore…

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