I’m grateful for a healing experience I had some years back that not only brought physical freedom, but laid the groundwork for me to learn a valuable spiritual lesson.
I was playing piano seven nights a week in an upscale restaurant. It was a very stressful job because the bass player and drummer seemed to always be at each other’s throats about one thing or another. But I stayed because I had two daughters to support, and also because music was my great love and chosen career—I felt it was my calling.
During this time, however, I’d begun to feel pain in my hands, and eventually in my feet, too. My hands were stiff and sore, and even though I could still play the piano, sometimes it was very uncomfortable. I never had the condition diagnosed, but concerned friends told me it might be arthritis.