I’m a bit emotional this week. I wish I could pinpoint why to help with coping. Mostly I pray. All the memories of growing up in the church come flooding back. From rote memory, the comforting hum of repeating soothing words calms me. But the feeling is temporary before the twisting gut churning pains are back. Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
March 8th is the day. My appointment of February 15 pushed out three weeks. Hoping for some relief. I think I can make it that long. In the meantime, I’ll keep praying. In the good times too. Trying to cultivate a grateful heart.
As always, more to come.