I need to get this out. I try so hard to just accept this "Season" that Our Lord has put me in, and truthfully, most days I DO, but I am Sick of being Sick !! I am yelling it to the rooftops for all to hear. Am I feeling sorry for myself, ya, probably a little. My forties were supposed to be the new thirties, Right ?
Every day I get up and Hope that this muscle will feel better, or that bone wont hurt so much, and honestly, SO much of me is grateful for just GETTING UP. " I cried when I saw the man that had no shoes, till I saw the man that had no feet." I LIVE by that motto.
My Stepmother had no feet. NO, Not literally. She just died in her fifties from MS. She was never able to leave her bed, had to be lifted by a hoist just to shower, and lost her only son, My brother, when he was 19 to a car accident. I cant and WONT tell you what she suffered with that disease. SHE is the one that had no feet and a daily reminder for ME to appreciate everything I DO have. I know I was a witness to that for what I would walk through now. And I DO, REALLY appreciate everything I have been gifted with. Just today I am sick of being Sick. And I DO NOT want sympathy, but I DO want someone else who is Sick of Being Sick to know that they are not alone. Other people feel the same way, but just might not say it. Anyhow, I just wanted to say that :)