Today, I would rather live in a cave--somewhere dark and troll-like.
There's nothing wrong with here in my comfy, cozy house. Actually, I can't say that a traceable thread of occurrences led to my current mind set. My affect is more than a reflection of the spring rain that is falling so heavily outside my window
I can't say that I am lonely or bored---maybe more one dimensional? MS is the elephant in my life. Today, it feels like Dumbo is sitting on my head.I can't seem to escape its impact.
So, I am listening to my spirit and my body and just hitting 'pause.'
I have a radio station playing as I write this and this song just began to play..........
"There will be a day with no more tears, no more pain, and no more fears. There will be a day when the burdens of this place, will be no more, we’ll see Jesus face to face. There will be a day, He’ll wipe away the stains, He’ll wipe away the tears, He’ll wipe away the tears…..there will be a day."
These words are from a favorite song, There will be a Day," by Jeremy Camp (song -- lyrics)
On these glass half empty, if not running on empty, days---I must turn my thoughts toward the riches in my life: family, friends, & God and work to shut out the persistent echos of this insidious illness.