Sep 22, 2012

Here we go again.

Just when I was starting to feel like I was getting to grips, the rug was pulled out from under me again today. I forgot how painful this could be, and I am flatout, in bed, too tired to get up and too sore with burning pain to sleep.

I am so thankful for the phone, friends, books, TV, the internet and all forms of distraction. But I am praying for courage as I am in short supply.
"Though the fig tree may not blossom,
Nor fruit be on the vines;

Though the labor of the olive may fail,
And the fields yield no food;
Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,
And there be no herd in the stalls—
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
The Lord God is my strength;
He will make my feet like deer’s feet,
And He will make me walk on my high hills."
Habakkuk 3:17-19!/2012/09/sorrow-n.html
One day I will dance again.
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