When I have pain, (I am allergic to anti inflammatory drugs or natural) I think of Jesus, taking all that on his body, how they violated the one, the one that gave his life for all of us.

Then, I get start to growl, I cry out to the one, I cry out and shout, I will not have this, this is not mine, he took this on his body and I will not tolerate it any longer.

Sometimes it lessons, other times, I take a pain pill, this is me being honest, but I always know this, HE HAS ME.

Its like when I was in labour with my daughter, I remembered the pain, I knew what was to come and I told myself, you did it once before, so instead of freaking out, manage it, draw on that strength every woman possesses and get it done, because the faster you accept it, the faster its done.

And I did it without gas or an epidural, because I kept thinking, I am woman hear me roar.

You see, as my mum always said, “its mind over matter, you have the power” you rule, not your body. This makes sense if I had the time, but butt is starting to twitch, so this is me for the day, love to all.

And remember this easter, celebrate him, not the chocolate.