Are you there, God? It's me, Kate

I've been battling this migraine off and on since Saturday.

The pounding and the pain are plenty. But when the drugs and ice packs don't work, I start panicking that I'm having a stroke or something. Then I fall asleep for several hours and the pain is (mostly) gone.

Mostly.

I was OK Monday (muddled through), but I awoke today with this nagging ache. It is trying to hang on -- and I am doing everything I can to defeat it.

The nice thing about spending Tuesday morning in bed was the alone time I had to pray. I've needed that. It feels like my prayer list just gets longer and longer, and it was nice to focus on my friends and loved ones in need.

I also begged the Lord to make the freaking birds chirping outside my window to stop. It appears He's answering that one with a no. Emphatically.

But back to that prayer list. It's amazing how small and helpless you feel when things are so far out of your control, and you want to help the people you love.

The friends longing to adopt; I can't imagine two people who'd be better parents. The awesome co-worker with cancer. The colleagues being laid off. The uneasiness of working in a place where people are losing their jobs. The Husband waiting, waiting, waiting to hear about a job he wants. The goddaughter with diabetes. The aunt who is ill. The faraway friends caring for their sick baby.

Well, that's part of the list.

Meditating on the needs of others puts my migraine in perspective, perhaps it eases it a bit. I offer it up, so maybe another's pain will be eased.

Sure, I still feel small; I trust that the Lord hears my tiny voice and my heartfelt pleas.

And then I take some more Tylenol for that headache.