Friday, January 13, 2017
I am stuck in bed, again…..heavy sigh 😕
I forgot, became complacent, and did a quick twist bend to rescue a wayward blueberry from the clutches of the dust monster who has taken up residence beneath my cookie table. Cookie table? Yes, cookie table.
You see, way back when, in a fit of self imposed pity, I went out and bought myself many of the desires of my heart, mistakenly thinking that they would somehow lift me out of my imagined poverty. When in actuality, all I managed to do is create myself a mountain of debt, which at its current interest rate, just might truly impoverish my retirement. Oh well, c’est la vie. I have since gone on to realize, that it was my spirit that was impoverished and needing restoration, not my belongings. Regardless, an expensive lesson it was, for sure and for certain.
Too much I know, but this a ramble, and could go anywhere. Like telling you about this exceptional piece of furniture with its hugely enormous butcher block surface, full of many many drawers to keep all the baking supplies in, and more than enough room for the beautiful commercial mixer my husband gave me one year, which I so did not appreciate at the time, for I was being a spoiled brat and wanted trees instead. The irony is that one of the results of being separated and independent is that I work too much to ever get to truly use it, or perhaps it is just that I have chosen yard work over cooking now that my husband is gone….humm, I wonder.
Yikes! I am so losing focus.
So anyway, here I am stuck in bed because of a disc injured in my youth. Usually I am quite mindful of its existence, and move carefully. However, with the forty two pounds I have lost so far, everything is aching less, thus I forgot about it, and considered the plight of that berry instead, so stupid.
At first, I thought perhaps it would be a minor twinge that would pass, but no, I am on to my second muscle relaxer and the end is not in sight. Of course, being me, I need to look for a bright side here, and I suppose it would have to be that at least I can still move enough to not need my walker to get to the restroom. Yep, that’s definitely a good thing.
In Christ, for now and evermore,
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. Ps 23:1-3