Has another Christmas leaped through my life? How fast it went! I have started this year full of optimism. Unusual for me to be in this place at this time of the year. The darkness of the winter days hasn’t overtaken my mood.
Perhaps, it won’t do so at all this year. I have been resigned to coping with the low moods all my adult life. And yet there is always a part of me that believes it doesn’t have to be so. If I claim I have a choice in how I feel and how I behave, then I must believe it and so prove it to myself.
I don’t have any resolutions for this year. I have my continuing path of proving myself able to be better at each turn.
One thing I once believed has changed. I used to believe I was strong and able to withstand pain. I failed at withstanding. I became crushed in so many places. Then, I believed I could never heal. After a while, I decided I could heal, but the crushed places would ever be fragile. Time never made a difference in the process. Just lately, over the past year or two, I discovered something has been healing my broken places. Love. Just love. Several girls have come into my life over the past few years. First, my brother’s granddaughters brought a window of hope. Now, my own granddaughters have broken down walls.
I think about my own grandmothers. I remember how important they are to me even now so many years after they left this life. My aunts continue to impact my life. If I can matter to any of these girls half as much as those women matter to me, I will be loved more than I deserve.
I wonder how things will be between all these little girls as we grow to know each other. And I look so very forward to the love that grows between us.
Happy 2018! Happy Life! Happy Love!
P.S. He continues to lift me up to Him. His continued prayers for me and support of my off-beat self has no doubt had a larger impact on my current state of being than I will know in this life. My love always loves me. And besides………..he needs my love to keep him warm!
My usual winter blues have arrived in full force. February has always been a very difficult month for me. Obviously cold is not the problem. We have had record warm temperatures for a while. Is it the low sunlight? Probably.
Compounding the problem is what my health care provider and I believe is fibromyalgia. I started a prescription medication today. The pain and fatigue is constant in different levels of intensity. The kind of ache that occurs with fever or the flu. All the time. I have sought help for this several times over the years. Most providers just dismiss my complaints as stress and depression. I told this one I don’t care what she calls it. Just give me something to help me feel better. It will take a few weeks to get results. Interestingly, this time my trip to the provider was not from a feeling of desperation. I have a feeling of positive expectation to have my symptoms relieved.
Despite this problem, I think I finally have what I need to complete a long standing project. Family photos. I am certainly not a scrap booker. I have boxes of photos I want to put into regular photo albums. Over the years I have sorted through the stacks. I have passed along and throw away stacks and stacks.
I want to state how I came upon the albums. I was on the way to the doctor’s office. I was thinking of the things I wanted to look for in the city shops. Suddenly, I was impressed to pray over “my plans”. I had photo albums on my list among other things. About the only thing I purchased were the albums and additional pages to fill them. The rest of this story is that they were on sale half price. I got them at Hobby Lobby. I picked up a sheet of pretty poster board paper for something else for a couple of dollars. That was it. Nothing else purchased despite stopping at several places looking for some things on my list.
A definite yes. That is how I am trying to operate these days. When shopping, when cleaning and sorting, when doing anything, I am seeking a definite yes. If I have a maybe, it is a no. For example, today I went to a department store to check for a pair of shoes. No shoes found. But, purses were seriously on sale. Oh, my! Temptation. Serious temptation. I found a purse I liked. I didn’t love it. But I could think of several positives with it. I went so far as to have the sales clerk check the actual sale price and got in line with it. Suddenly, I realized I didn’t have a definite yes decision. I had reservations about the color and a couple of the details. I had reservations about buying a purse I could do without. It does not fit in my 2017 theme to reduce.
He has been intensely concerned and supportive, as usual. One of my best blessings is him. I don’t deserve him. I am very grateful to Him for him.
This is where I am this week. Positive expectation. Seeking a definite yes. Reducing distractions.