One night, after spending the day whining about my life, I had a life changing experience. It was about 3am and I was pacing around my bedroom trying to release some of my stress, when all of a sudden I felt the most excruciating pain in my left foot. I fell to the floor and howled in pain. I looked down and under the ball of my foot in the soft squishy part was a little stick from a basket, and it had lodged itself in my foot. The stick was about the size of a toothpick. It had gone in my foot about 1-½ inches and was causing pain like I have never experienced in my life. I could feel the pain radiate all the way up my body and down my left arm. I could only assume that I had hit a nerve pathway and that what was causing the extreme pain. I live alone and having a high deductible on my insurance, I was not going to call for an ambulance, so I had to remove the stick on my own. By this time my skin had enclosed itself around the stick and it was so painful to remove. I got the stick out and rolled on the floor in pain and complained, hadn’t I had enough, life was already going miserable, and now this, don’t I get a break? Just about then I started to cry, then the spirit came over me, and I realized that if I was in this excruciating pain from one small stick in my foot, then what did Jesus go through? He had nails and stakes driven through His hands, His wrists, His feet, all I had was the pain from one little tiny stick, and it was so much more than I could bear. Then I realized that through His pain, He took away all the hurt of my trials, all my fears, and all my pain. I keep the little stick in a little frame next to my bed. Each morning as I start my day, I have a reminder that nothing I go through that day has not been paid for – My brother suffered and died for my pain, He already paid the price.