I’ve been really sick these past few days, so sick, in fact, that I missed an event I was REALLY looking forward to yesterday. There was just nothing I could do about it.
And, of course, whenever I have to miss something important to me due to my illness, it only makes me feel even more sickly – like a total invalid. But sometimes there isn’t much that can be done about that either.
Still, I spent time with my better half last night – ❤️❤️❤️ – and got our Christmas cards ready to go out – one of my favorite things.
And then this morning I took our youngest daughter to school and came home and laid down for a nap.
When I woke up, I was running my usual blazing hot “how dare you go to sleep?” fever and my pain was no better and my to-do list had not been completed by any magical fairies or woodland creatures during my rest time.
However, I awoke feeling much more like this than I have in the past several days (the disability business really took a bit to get my head around):
And – as music is my love language – I put on my personal anthem that is encouraging me through these battles, Lauren Daigle’s I Am Yours:
Or, if you can’t take a listen:
And the ones who will kneel, walk away healed.
Though I’m not any better, I’m definitely feeling renewed strength to keep on pushing through in Him.
And that is an incredible blessing.
So let the waters rise. . .
Be well, everybody.
Happy Friday and early Who Dat!
Grace and blessings.
the autoimmune hippie. 